At the third 2016 presidential debate in Las Vegas, Nevada, on Wednesday night, a few things did not happen.
Hillary Clinton did not fall into a coma.
She did not swear or use a racial epithet, and she did not commit a violent crime.
Her command of policy detail and the way our system of government works did not fail her, and she did not thus reveal herself to be a robot (in which case she’d run the risk of short circuiting on the job) or a victim of sporadic dementia.
Donald Trump, meanwhile, didn’t transform into the second coming of Franklin Roosevelt. He didn’t cop to a late-in-life diagnosis of attention deficit disorder that had impaired his ability to retain and process information over the course of his entire adult life, but which has now been medically remedied. His presentation yielded no heretofore uncovered evidence that Clinton murdered anyone or has a drug problem.
Only a debate development of comical magnitude could have reversed the public’s impressions of these candidates. No such development transpired, and no such development was ever likely to transpire.
This race is over. It has been for some time.
The 2016 Race Is Over