Class Debate: Postgame Show

I was quite content with President Jackson’s decision to remove domestic content restrictions on automobiles. Furthermore, I would like to inform his re-election campaign that a bag containing $35 million dollars is buried in Santa Rosita, California. Under a big W.

As for our rivals, I would like to particularly commend the UAW for their reliance on exact factual data. Their research was sound and their video presentation was enjoyable and persuasive. The one thing I would have liked to have asked them about, though, is the ratio of mechanized labor to human labor among American-made products. I think Rachel touched upon it during the question-and-answer period, and it seems to be the only piece of evidence left out of their case. Otherwise, good job, guys.

Next, the Consumers. They presented their arguments well, and supported the case against domestic content laws with the undeniable appeal of consumer taste. They were, however, a tad critical of our cars, which didn’t rub me the right way. Then again, I suppose they have the right to criticize, since after the president, they are the ones we need to ultimately appeal to.

The Sierra Club did well with what was dealt to them. Being given such a ideological position in the face of real interest groups is not a position any of us would want to be in, but they did a good job with their presentation, and gave their arguments in an orderly and thorough manner. If I could give them some advice, I would have looked at environmental standards around the world a bit more, especially with regard to the Kyoto Treaty.

The Foreign Auto Manufacturers also did a swell job articulating their positions, especially that creepball Lucas with his considerable on-screen persuasive prowess. Their positions were much in line with ours, and the only thing I would criticize them for is being thoroughly un-American.

I won’t award this match to any particular group. We all performed well with the materials we were given, and we all deserve a pat on the back, or, at the very least, a dinner at Z-Burger.