Politics / June 28, 2024

As Childish Old Men Bickered, America Lost the Debate

The debate was a hard-to-watch 90-minute infomercial for the political shit show that lies ahead.

Alyssa Oursler

Patrons sit at the bar of an Irish pub as television screens show the 2024 presidential debate between Donald Trump and Joe Biden, in the Queens borough of New York City on June 27, 2024.

(Anthony Behar / Sipa USA via Ap Images)

A war criminal and a white-collar criminal walk into a bar—except it isn’t a bar, it’s CNN Studios in Atlanta, where the farce of American democracy is on display. In the days leading up to the year’s first presidential debate, Trump—his fundraising efforts boosted by his conviction—shouted about Biden being on drugs. The incumbent administration, meanwhile, continued cozying up to Israel, rubbing shoulders with its leaders and pledging support in the event of an all-out war with Lebanon. The Blue Line between Israel and Lebanon has been crossed thousands of times since October 7, while Israel flouted Biden’s so-called red line on Rafah. US weapons shipments continued despite Biden’s explicit acknowledgment that American bombs were being used to slaughter civilians. The death toll in Gaza is approaching 40,000, with 20,000 children buried or missing, and 500,000 Palestinians on the brink of starvation. Stateside, though, it’s circus season—and I, like any American with an Internet connection, have a front-row seat.

The day of the debate was quiet, at least here in Minneapolis, marked by cloud cover and the threat of rain. I’m chronicling this clusterfuck of a country from my living room couch. Hunter S. Thompson’s account of the ’72 election sits on the coffee table, an invisible string between past and present, as one of Thompson’s biographers was E. Jean Carroll, a woman raped by Trump. I set up three screens ahead of prime time—one for the livestream, one for a Twitch stream, and one for my Word doc—and spread a weighted blanket across my lap. July 4 was a week away and I was dreading the holiday, as I have a hard time celebrating this country—not just because of its bloody hands but also because of its culture: one prone to excess and extremes, to pathologizing pleasure, to individualizing every aspect of existence.

The debate—a hard-to-watch 90-minute infomercial for the shit show that lies ahead—marked the first time a president and a former president squared off. And yet, it was déjà vu all over again. The last time Americans were offered the same candidates for two straight elections was 1956. Trump ended his first term as least popular president in history. If he wins, he will be the first president since Grover Cleveland to regain the presidency after losing it. When the pair argued in 2020, Trump interrupted Biden 70 times. The solution, CNN decided, was to mute the candidates’ microphones when it wasn’t their turn. No opening statements. No live crowd. Heading into the night, the old men were neck-and-neck in the polls, with Trump sporting a minuscule lead. But as soon as the debate began—Biden mumbling and dead-eyed, Trump orange and overstated—the consensus was clear: We’re all losers here.

The moderators didn’t push the candidates on any questions. Biden blamed Trump for the state of the economy. Trump called Biden criminal and said every legal scholar in the world wanted to overturn Roe. During the first commercial break, I disassociated by swiping through dating apps. I soon came across a profile in which a man, his voice imitating Trump’s, said he was going to make dating great again, so I switched to Instagram, where New Age spiritualists encouraged surrender and activists encouraged, well, action. In between, I was served ads for doomsday goods, in case China attacks the energy grid. For the second commercial break, I opted for a cigarette instead.

Biden’s inner circle, according to The New York Times, agreed that his performance was poor. Distaste with incumbent politicians is hardly unique to Biden—nor is distaste with democracy itself—but the issue wasn’t so much the words coming out of his mouth but the way they tumbled into each other, difficult to decipher, much less rally behind.

Trump, meanwhile, dodged questions about January 6, called the US a failing uncivilized rat’s nest of a country, and threw out countless exaggerated claims. When he said we are closer to World War III than anyone could imagine, it was the most truthful thing he’d said all night. For the most part, the event can be summarized simply and sadly: Two old men—one in a red tie, the other in blue—scrunched their brows at each other, shook their heads at each other, called each other liars, and labeled each other the worst president this country had ever seen. As the debate devolved into a childlike argument about golf skills, it became obvious—if it wasn’t already—why so many Americans lack trust in the nation they call home. Thompson wrote that telling Americans they have a duty to vote is like being told you have a duty to buy a car, but you have to choose between a Ford and a Chevy. Most of us, I think, would rather walk.

Thank you for reading The Nation

We hope you enjoyed the story you just read, just one of the many incisive, deeply-reported articles we publish daily. Now more than ever, we need fearless journalism that shifts the needle on important issues, uncovers malfeasance and corruption, and uplifts voices and perspectives that often go unheard in mainstream media.

Throughout this critical election year and a time of media austerity and renewed campus activism and rising labor organizing, independent journalism that gets to the heart of the matter is more critical than ever before. Donate right now and help us hold the powerful accountable, shine a light on issues that would otherwise be swept under the rug, and build a more just and equitable future.

For nearly 160 years, The Nation has stood for truth, justice, and moral clarity. As a reader-supported publication, we are not beholden to the whims of advertisers or a corporate owner. But it does take financial resources to report on stories that may take weeks or months to properly investigate, thoroughly edit and fact-check articles, and get our stories into the hands of readers.

Donate today and stand with us for a better future. Thank you for being a supporter of independent journalism.

Alyssa Oursler

Alyssa Oursler is a journalist based in Minneapolis.

More from The Nation

Moms for Liberty Stages a Sad Comeback

Moms for Liberty Stages a Sad Comeback Moms for Liberty Stages a Sad Comeback

The group's session at the Republican National Convention seemed like a throwback to an already fading movement.

Chris Lehmann

Former US president Donald Trump during the Republican National Convention at the FiServ Forum in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, on Monday, July 15, 2024.

Revenge of the Normies Revenge of the Normies

The theme at the 2024 Republican convention is restoration, not revolution. And the mood, at least last night, was confident.

D.D. Guttenplan

Construction workers drink water in Folsom, California, on July 3, 2024.

A Proposed Regulation Could Protect Millions of Workers From Extreme Heat A Proposed Regulation Could Protect Millions of Workers From Extreme Heat

As temperatures continue to rise from climate change, OSHA’s first and only extreme heat proposal would help over 36 million people.

StudentNation / Aina Marzia

Republican presidential candidate, former president Donald Trump is whisked away by Secret Service after shots rang out at a campaign rally at Butler Farm Show Inc. on July 13, 2024, in Butler, Pennsylvania.

Rev. Barber: “We Must Stand Against Political Violence” Rev. Barber: “We Must Stand Against Political Violence”

“But I don’t know if the people who have depended on division to build power can shake its stranglehold”.

Rev. Dr. William J. Barber II

Trump’s pick for running mate, US Senator J.D. Vance (R-OH), arrives on the first day of the Republican National Convention at the FiServ Forum on July 15, 2024, in Milwaukee, Wisconsin.

J.D. Vance Is the Terrible Future of the Republican Party J.D. Vance Is the Terrible Future of the Republican Party

Trump’s VP pick is the perfect vessel for soulless, pseudo-populist MAGA tyranny.

Chris Lehmann

A backlit photo of a Secret Service agent with a gun on stage the rally at which Trump was shot.

Where Our Current Moment of Political Violence Began Where Our Current Moment of Political Violence Began

I did not let myself feel how scary it was at the RNC in Cleveland in 2016. Eight years later, it’s clear that it was a preview of the perilous moment we’re in now.

Joan Walsh