Source: ET
It’s a sad little word ‘tawdry’. Dictionaries, my own old-fashioned print variety and the online version all concur — cheap shoddy and tasteless they say. I got 90 minutes of full-on tawdry last Monday morning when I grumped before the TV set with my cereal and the first cuppa of the day to watch the second debate of three that is a part of the endless American presidential process.
The previous weekend had seen assorted media platforms go into meltdown mode with the release of a tape that showed Donald Trump having his least-finest moment. No need to re-hash the details here, it was hashed over in the debate which was a thing of purest vitriol. Two people that detest the very sight of each other trapped in a cycle of endless confrontation. Trump prowled behind Clinton in a manner that even the most forgiving of his sympathisers could only see as predatory. Clinton had that faux-smile that she does so well and was as relaxed as a watchspring. Both of them tore bleeding chunks off each other. Trump did better than on his last outing, Clinton did no worse and some called it a draw when the gore and fragments of body parts had been hosed off the stage-set.
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