elbows, I’ve been avoiding it for similar reasons. My dad had Alzheimer’s for years, and…
… hey, wait a minute! My dad and Clint are both crotchety old white conservatives… just the demographic the RNC was trying to swing!
Anyhow, before I had that epiphany I was going to say “I’ll watch it if you will.” But with my teeth clenched. Around a bottle. Of strong Belgian ale.
Are you kidding? After we saw Clint in Gran Torino I told my kids “I’ve met my role model. The guy sits on his porch and yells at the neighbor kids. With a dog by his side, AND a cooler! He’s got a whole cooler of beer within easy reach. That’s me in thirty years: yellin’, pettin’ the dog, and pullin’ longnecks out of a bucket of ice.”
Uh, oh, as I write this, I’m out on the porch. I have a beer to my right, and I’m typing one handed, petting a dog with my left hand. Clint-hood, here I come.
I liked Gran Torino because it portrayed tough old bastards, greedy and coldly out of touch progeny, and the complete puss of weapon carrying and bullying gangs in their true light.
Man it was sad to see Eastwood with his hair askew and rambling like a drunk alzheimers escapee from an old folks home. Nearly as sad as seeing him at the RNC.
If your husband is a liberal, he should love Clint. The Eastwood is the most talked about speech of the entire Republican convention. Not the nominees. Ann gets talked about and Paul gets talked about for it’s obvious lies. Hardly anyone talks about Mitt’s speech.
Now you know Obama is going to give a great speech at the Democratic convention.
I read a big chunk of the target demographic, tuned out, and didn’t hear Romney speak, because “Honey Boo Boo”, came on another network! Stole his demographic, by a large chunk, apparently.
Now I want a youtube video of Obama sitting on a chair defending himself rationally, split screen with Eastwood on the other side. Showing Eastwood clearly not listening to what Obama is actually saying.
Kinda reminds me of a story I heard about Humphrey Bogart. Supposedly, the studio hired a bodyguard for Bogie. Some years later, somebody interviewed the bodyguard, and asked him why. He said it was because Bogie would get drunk, and start thinking he was Humphrey Bogart.
Trouble seems to be that once people start paying way too much attention to you, you start thinking its because you really are somebody, rather than a person who’s profession is pretending to be somebody.
At this point you’re just beyond ludicrously biased. Obama wasn’t there to be nailed to anything. Eastwood’s speech was rambling and stupid; he embarassed himself and sounded like a fool. You know it, too.