SHE CAN’T TALK DOWN. HE CAN’T TALK UP.
Watching Trump v Clinton was fascinating, not because of its content, but its clash of styles.
It was like a prizefight - Stephen ‘Smart arse’ Fry v Jake ‘Raging Bull’ LaMotta.
‘I think therefore I am’
I don’t care who you da hell you think you are you’re going down in da foist, ya bum’
This doesn’t leave much wiggle room for actual debate.
Odd, because both Trump and Clinton have exactly the same and therefore completely different problems.
She has all the facts at her fingertips. He just has fingertips.
She can't talk down and so be understood by the 'man in the street'. He does that brilliantly.
Her perfectly polished political phrases, burnished over years and years, across miles and miles and repeated over and over, have become meaningless.
I listened to ‘broad based, versus trickle down’ economics very carefully’ and I think I know what they mean. But I honestly doubt the public does because they keep hearing them from people they don’t like.
She has become so politicised she cannot actually talk to people. Her English language is not a series of words, but entire clumps of glued-on phrases, seemingly inseparable from each other and never to be used in any other order.
There’s no subtlety to Trump. He has no problem connecting. ‘This country’s gone to hell. We’re gonna be great again. We’re gonna win and win until we’re tired of winning. He’s not too big on saying how he’s gonna do this, but hey, at least folk know what he’s talking about.
Ronnie Reagan was meant to be the great communicator, but Obama actually is. He knows how to turn these buzz words into phrases that mean something.
Whoever wins and I don’t care who she is; Obama is going to leave a very large hole.
I was going to say ‘black hole’, but that would be too crass, even for Trump.