They’ve spent weeks trying to build him up as a piss-dribbling mess who can’t get through even a short speech without wandering off to chase a squirrel. So when he doesn’t collapse into a boneless heap on stage tonight, they’re going to spend the next few days insisting that he had “help” of some variety. You can be sure that they’re gonna devote at least one set of eyes to looking for odd “lumps” or items in his ears to insist he had somebody feeding him answers from behind the curtain. Along with some witch’s brew of drugs that kept him alert and coherent through the debate.