I loved it. Reading and listening today and Rush liked it, Beck was confused, everyone else panning it at best. Again, I loved it. Summed up nicely from my Morning Jolt from National Review Online. "
Then we got our mystery guest . . . Clint Eastwood.
It . . . was odd. Not consistently terrible as some argued. I have no doubt some folks loved it. It may very well have actually moved some votes. But boy, did it get weird at times.
First, Eastwood looks old. But even more than that, he used no notes or script, and his remarks appeared to be stream of consciousness. Dirty Harry's first two shots were through each of the teleprompters. He pretended to be having a conversation with Obama, except I don't know if he ever clearly set up the premise, so it seemed like he was hearing voices. But then every time he came up to the edge of the cliff, and you thought the segment would be an absolute train-wreck . . . he pulled back with some great line: "I thought maybe it was just because somebody had the stupid idea of trying terrorists in downtown New York City." "Politicians are employees of ours." "Of course we all now Biden is the intellect of the Democratic party."
And if the aim of this convention is to persuade Obama voters of 2008 that it's okay to vote for Romney in 2012, then maybe nothing said last night will be more powerful than Eastwood's gravelly, "When somebody does not do the job, you've got to let them go."
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