I so enjoyed Clint Eastwood's speech last night at the Republican National Convention.
I thought Clint was terrific, but then again I hate political speeches. After days of tightly scripted and overly-rehearsed political pap, it was strange, raw, clearly improvised, and honest. With every other speaker, the stage direction is tangible: “mention America, pause dramatically, look up and to the left with a misty gaze as though you’re remembering your mom.” Eastwood simply channeled Bob Newhart and Jimmy Stewart through his own iconic presence, and shot from the hip. There were some great lines in there, particularly the bit about asking the Russians for some advice on Afghanistan.
This morning, I’m just soaking up all the leftie talking points about Clint being a senile old fool. Keep it up, kids: that should play well with the AARP crowd you need so desperately to win.
Frank's Mr. McDonald's got more, including references to Chickens and Ticks.
Well worth your visit.
The reaction to Clint is quite mixed.
UPDATE: Clearly, I wasn't paying attention when I hurriedly put this post up. Mr. Weathers is who turned me on to Mr. McDonald's post and in my hurry to put it up, I erred. Drats.
With my apologies.