I’m a deeply pessimistic person when it comes to war-gaming future events, so I can’t help but think that Trump’s going to win November 3, or that if he doesn’t, he’ll steal it. I say this by way of acknowledging the cognitive bias at play here; I’m predisposed towards expecting the worst out of the next couple of weeks. That having been said, my one piece of analysis about tonight’s debate is that I couldn’t help but think back about “Hartfield’s Landing” and “Game On”, episodes of West Wing when Bartlett was debating his second-term opponent, and its similarities to the situation at hand.
In it, they speak of the “expectations game” – how expectations for Ritchie are so low that if he doesn’t trip over his own shoelaces he’ll consider to have won it. After the first debate, does that sound familiar?
In the episode, they implore Barlett: Don’t bring Uncle Fluffy to the debate, ‘Uncle Fluffy’ being the part of him that hems and haws and wants to be his image of “just plain folks”. Or, to put it another way, what Toby warns him against:
“You’re a good father, you don’t have to act like it. You’re a good man, you don’t have to act like it. You’re not just folks, you’re not plain-spoken. Do not – do not – do not act like it! […m]ake this election about smart, and not. Make it about engaged, and not. Qualified, and not. Make it about a heavyweight. You’re a heavyweight.“
Watching the third debate, I kept wishing Biden had a Toby. He reminded me throughout most of it of the Bartlett we see before he becomes energized … for the most part. There are moments where he isn’t Uncle Fluffy, when he speaks with iron and persuasion in his voice. In a better world, we would’ve seen that man throughout the debate, especially in a world where the damn stakes are so high.