In case you missed it last night, here’s the video of Clint Eastwood speaking at the Republican National Convention in Tampa, Florida. Now, I am what you would call a “Political Junkie,” and I’ve been watching these national conventions ever since I was four years old, I’ve been following this presidential race with all the diligence of a bona fide, true-blue crack addict, and — if you happened to watch it, you’ll probably agree with what I’m about to say next — this is by far one of the most surreal goddamn things I’ve ever witnessed happen in politics, especially modern politics. And, in politics just as in life, when it comes to elections, weird, weird shit is bound to happen. It’s inevitable, as this race has so psychotically taught us. It also doesn’t help that it’s Clint fucking Eastwood up there, a man who in modern America might as well be considered a walkin’, talkin’ deity, speaking to a crowd of people who have been going absolutely mad for three days because of the intense heat of Florida and the realization that they’ve made a terrible mistake with their lives by going for “morbidly obese” instead of the relatively safer “just a little bit obese.”
THE CHAIR WON THE ARGUMENT !!!