The Tie Issues

I heard many critiques and compliments for both candidates competing for the U.S.A presidency. One of the funniest was that on the previous debate (not the one today) Romney had worn a tie which had an english stripe, rather than the American stripped tie. At first I found it funny then I understood it as pure stupidity. Now, after watching the debate I see the "importance" of these little accessory for men. There I was, trying to understand the points of view of both candidates, when my mind stopped thinking, sidetracked thanks to the ugly tie Romney had on. I was then immediately favoring Obama. I can't actually choose a side or even argue about the topic. I know nothing of the U.S.A current situation. I know very little about politics. I might as well admit that I am ignorant to the politics of the most influential country in the world, and those of my own country too. But as a human I can say that it sounds logical (logos) to say that more budget for the military would be absurd if they are already the country that spends the most in military. Perhaps it is not the amount of budget, but the way it is being used. 

I was shocked, though, to see two grown men attacking each other like little children (Well spoken nine year olds). If I recall correctly there were more than 4 interruptions between one another. The guy mediating looked frustrated and tired. Maybe it was because he was old and looked wise that I assumed he was tired. Mmm oh well... 

In addition to my incompetence for the topic and my alarming interest on everyone's clothes, I was trying to relax from the stress the tests this week bring me. I saw the two candidates debating. Obama with his golden pathos. -For example when he told the story about Patton. -And Romney with his reputation. Always talking about his success as a Governor and a business man. I get it they need the rhetorical knifes to make us agree. They both used logos, exposing facts like komodo dragons spit poisonous saliva at their enemies. I was charmed by those, the logical facts. I didn't know if they were greatly maneuvered fallacies, but they sounded real. And the certainty in their voice made me feel unworthy of doubting such wise men. Seeing them there gave me a strong existential depression. 

The only think that stopped me from falling into complete admiration for their memory and fantastic oratory was that they had an ATTITUDE.  They made faces, raised their voice and even laughed at each other. I was not expecting them to get all carried away like fighting teenagers. Then, I remembered, my days in MUN are proof of how I will never achieve the goal of lady in distress. I snap like a mean witch when attacked. If I were to be debating right there one day I would end up shooting the opposition. I am not very patient, so I have to forgive them for their lack of it. 

Oh politics. Just an ugly tie.