Have you ever heard the statistical phrase “self selecting sample”? Its kind of like polling the customers of a tarot card reader as to thier opinions of psychic phenomena.
So this is a candid viewpoint? Was it edited? Most of these things are, of course, for lots of reasons. Artistic reasons. Time constraints, of course. Political reasons, perhaps?
Hell, you could send a filmaker around to my house, let him hang out long enough, he could probably put together a couple of hours of one heck of a nice guy. Which is largely true, you understand, but a bit short of entire candor. Sometimes I can be downright unpleasant! No, really. Ask my kid.
Nonetheless, if forced at gunpoint to view said film, you might well be moved to say “Gee, that 'Luce, he’s one heck of a nice guy, but I still don’t want him to be President, 'cause his ideology is whack.” If you knew it was me, of course. Probably the incense burning in front of the Che poster might give it away.
So it seems like, rather than a debate, you want to set up a Bush love feast. Doesn’t it seem most likely to you that the people who want to see such a movie already like Bush? Its not like you got struck on the road to Damascus, you’re already a Republican! Self selecting sample, my man.
I mean, you want folks to wander in, glowing and gushing about what a swell fellow he is, it would be churlish of me to spoil your fun. But a debate? About what? About how swell this guy is, who managed to overcome an utter lack of adversity?
Give me a video camera and enough time, I can make you two hours of Gore being suave, scintillating and sexy. And I could perfectly understand if you responded “Balderdash, sir! Tommyrot!”
Because you would be right. Gore is a stiff, pedantic policy wonk. Which is precisely why I voted for him. I didn’t want to hang with him, I don’t want my sister to marry him, I wanted to hire him to manage my country. Charm don’t enter into it.