I thought Eastwood was hilarious last night. He did skip a few beats, but the metaphor of the POTUS as an empty chair resonates. Perhaps too well given that Obama felt the need to respond via Twitter within a few hours. Really? Big Ears must’ve been royally pissed.
I hugely enjoyed Clint Eastwood’s turn last night, but I’m not sure I agree that it was “unintentionally hilarious” and that “he forgot his lines, lost his way”. Clint is a brilliant actor, and a superb director of other actors (and I don’t just mean a quarter-century ago: in the last five years, he’s made eight films). He’s also, as Mr Gavin observed, a terrific jazz improvisor at the piano – and, in film and music documentaries, an extremely articulate interviewee. So I wouldn’t assume that the general tenor of his performance wasn’t exactly as he intended. The hair was a clue: no Hollywood icon goes out on stage like that unless he means to.
Further, I thought Mitt’s speech fabulous. (I’m not alone). You know I didn’t support him in the primary, and I haven’t been enthusiastic at all since Perry dropped out of the race. That said, I jumped for joy at the Paul Ryan pick, and I’m positive we can win this on message and principle. Romney’s speech caused the left to meltdown last night, so again, I think it’s a winner. The highlight, with faultless delivery:
President Obama promised to begin to slow the rise of the oceans. And to heal the planet. My promise is to help you and your family.
Shazam. Obama deserves the mockery, and the left has gone (predictably) nuts.
Rather than dread it, I’m excited for the election to unfold.