Debate Changes Little


The most watched Presidential Debate ever is now swept into the dustbin of history.

Last night at Hofstra University, Democratic presidential nominee Hillary Clinton and Republican presidential nominee Donald Trump shook hands and came out swinging.

From my perspective at the end of the night the contest was a draw.

Yes, on points, as many analysts and pundits point out, Clinton came out on top of the heap.

Yes, Clinton got under Trump’s skin.

Yes, Trump was led down the primrose path and was stuck time and again with the thorns placed strategically by Clinton.

But, when you look at the debate as being one which will change anyone’s mind or persuade any of the undecided voters, the fight ended without a win for either Trump or Clinton.

For Clinton supporters, Clinton showed she was the queen of politics.

For Trump supporters, Trump proved he is the consummate outsider, risking all to tilt at windmills.

For the undecided, Clinton was cool – perhaps too cool – and calculating with a smile that seemed plastered rather than genuine, offering more of the status quo.

For the undecided, Trump was too thirsty, too pushy and not deep enough on substance.

In the end, the needle moved little if any at all.

Most of my family in the Cornfield are backing Trump. My mother, my brother Phil, my sister Leticia, my nephews and cousins are all advocating for change.

My oldest son Dave and daughter-in-law Anna are supporting Trump.

My youngest son Kev and daughter-in-law Hailey, who live in Austin, Texas are backing Clinton.

For Kev and Hailey, Clinton is their second choice. They would much rather have Uncle Bernie Sanders vying for the Oval Office.

The debate did not change any of their opinions. The debate re-enforced why my family members are voting for whom they are voting.

As I said, from my perspective last night’s debate ended in a draw.

I remain on the fence, looking at whether to vote for the Libertarian Gary Johnson.

From the Cornfield, I believe the next Presidential Debate on October 9 will be more productive than this first historic debate.

The format will be different – a town hall versus standing behind a lectern on a split screen arguing points.

The candidates will have to get personal with the voters, which may tell us more than the more scripted type of performance in the traditional debate.

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I am Mark Ivy, a born and bred Hoosier.
I am father to two wonderful sons, Dave and Kev, of whom I am very proud;
two terrific daughters-in-law, Anna and Hailey; three beautiful granddaughters, Dylan, Alaina and Amelia.

On May 9, 2017, my lung specialist hit me with the news I had maybe six months to live if the chronic obstructive pulmonary disease (COPD), the damage caused by the histoplasmosis described below, ran its normal course. I am now on hospice at home. Content and ready to cross over the river to the other side.

On September 2, 2014, I was diagnosed with disseminated histoplasmosis, a fungal infection, discovered by a biopsy of my larynx.
The infection is fatal if left untreated. For 2 1/2 years I lived under a death sentence being misdiagnosed
with a non-specific bacterial infection which left my right lung a “dried up sponge” and non-functioning.
I was aggressively treated for the infection with antifungals.
The treatment ended October of 2015 and fortunately did not take two years.

I suffer from chronic Horton’s Syndrome. The effects vary widely causing various problems.
Statistically, Horton’s affects only 0.1% of the population. Major depression also attacks me regularly.

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