Autopsy of a Failure

This kind of got lost in the excitement of the election but I did fulfill my dream of being an Election Night pundit.

And I bombed. Pretty badly.

All of the other participants were fantastic. It wasn’t the fault of the show, the hosts, or the participants. It was all on me. I stank.

We all know I’m not famous for my modesty, so the self-assessment is sincere and not a play for reassurances.

I know what went wrong. I’m a teacher. Monologues are my thing. I’m used to opening my mouth and immediately everybody else shutting theirs. Multi-partner dialogues aren’t my forte. Moreover, on such shows you need to be an expert on one thing that’s related to politics. I don’t have such a thing in this area. I’m funny, I make jokes, I entertain but that’s it.

I’m used to failure, so it’s fine. I’ve learned a lot. It is kind of dumb to have your dream opportunity come by and then you go phut on its ass. But that happens. Not necessarily when thousands of people are watching but it does.

I’ll probably go on another show tomorrow. I’m planning to go full neoliberal just to air out that part of my personality.