Obama is immature and empty, Gingrich is mature and at his full powers. That would NOT be interesting as a debate. It would be awful.
It might even be like the awful match between world champion boxer Muhammad Ali and the strange pro “wrestler” Antonio Inoki, June 26, 1976 in Tokyo. A DRAW! For 15 rounds Inoki laid on his back and kicked at Ali. Ali landed only 6 punches. The low kicks damaged Ali permanently.
When I used the paper towel versus tsunami analogy I wasn’t kidding. The analogy works both ways. Newt is vastly superior to Obama in knowledge, maturity, logic and normal debate skills.
But Obama can just lay on his back and kick at Gingrich, like a tsunami wave only a foot deep can destroy much of a town. Obama will pour out words and words, each phrase sounding good, but no sentence making much sense and no paragraph making any sense at all.
To whom it may concern. I can’t run on fumes. If you like what I write or even if you just read it, sent a few halleluias my way. Even G-d has legions upon legions of angels who sing His praises each day. I’m just saying, me, pitiful little weak speck of dust blemished and shaded and bent and crooked that I am, can use a good word now and then.
Anyway that’s how I feel. In the dumps and lacking much internal fortitude, waiting to march behind funeral processions for lack of my own rudder and self-captain and such, per that opening page of Melville’s famous work. Blah. Bleech. Fwump. To use sound effects to describe the same feeling.
How does G-d do it? I mean even with all those Halleluias from the legions of angels, it still must get tough at times.
Okay I’ll accept bad words too. Lemons and lemonades. Blade fights stone to become sharper. Water fights rock and the rock becomes more-well rounded and all that.