After that debacle involving the president who wants to hold onto power even more than he wants to win the election and the fellow who's trying to replace him, the event involving Mike Pence and Kamala Harris seemed like an Oxford-style intellectual exchange by comparison. Although they were more civilized, and Harris displayed more intelligence than the other candidates combined, I wouldn't call either event a debate.
I mean, what people might remember about it is the fly that landed on Mike Pence's head--and stayed for two minutes.
I couldn't help but to think about the insects that have landed on me while I was cycling--usually, when I stopped for a red light or some other reason. Those bugs have included flies, beetles, mosquitoes and ladybugs.
Of course I don't mind the ladybugs. I wonder, though, whether they land on me because I'm appealing or they have to go somewhere and figure I'm a free ride, for at least part of the trip.
None of those bugs will ever have have the celebrity of the fly that landed on Mike Pence's head.
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