 The feeling I get from watching a presidential debate is the kind of feeling you get with a movie that shows a train going at high speed toward a collapsed bridge, with the other side being a concrete wall, so that even if part of the train made it across, it would slam into it. I'm still watching clips, and I did speak to friends who, for some reason, have loyalty to progressive Democrats, a group of people that would reshape the U.S. as a collective. And just in case you haven't heard that term, it's another name for communists. But the debate? Whoa-ho.