Nope. Not Gonna Mention the Dem Debate. Nope. Not all. Not at All . . .

I watched IT.

This IT was not the Ray Bradbury IT, a film about aliens from outer space which had the great Barbara Rush. No. This IT was the Democratic debate of Wednesday night. This new one did not have Barbara Rush or Richard Carlson, had much worse production values, and, of course, inferior acting and writing. IT did, however, have on stage beings from outer space . . . I hope, in any case, that is so . . .

No. I am not going to write about this IT; much too embarrassing. But . . .

How can the world's oldest political party find these people as standard bearers? The cast of characters consists of:

A chronic liar, and fake "Indian" champion of women's rights who had her female staff of color in Nevada walk out on her;

a fake as fake can be failed mayor of a small midwestern town;

a virtually unheard of Senator from Minnesota who whines and cries about being mocked and called names by the fake mayor;

a corrupt and ailing former Vice President with a resplendent and freshly bottoxed forehead;

an ailing, more than slightly deranged, aged Communist throw-back to the USSR;

and a wooden billionaire, ashamed of his record as mayor of NYC, trying to buy his way into the White House, and paying off the "MeTooers" in his past.

Who wrote this screenplay? Is it based on an original story by Jerry Seinfeld? It was a debate about nothing. Empty Gaia worship. Zingers flying. Voices raised. And then, as the fake mayor would say in his bad Spanish, "Nada."

Keep at IT, Dems. Your spacecraft will eventually arrive and take you back to your home planet.

Meanwhile, I am not going to write about it . . . Nope. Not one word . . .