The other day Sen. Lindsey Graham said this about the demographic challenges of Republican Party:
"The demographics race we're losing badly. We're not generating enough angry white guys to stay in business for the long term."
So this morning after enjoying a self-imposed news blackout last night to avoid listening to Mitt Romney’s Republican festival of lies (turned off the radio, TV, and laptop) I find the Republicans have embarked on a counter-intuitive outreach effort. Eighty-two-year-old Clint Eastwood and an empty chair upstaged Mitt Romney’s make-or-break acceptance speech. The aging star posed leading questions to a chair in which sat an imaginary President Obama. Obama “chair” replied with suggested obscenities and was rebuked by Eastwood.
More damagingly, perhaps, this most controlled of candidates risked being overshadowed by a bizarre, meandering performance from veteran actor Clint Eastwood.
Eastwood used up roughly 10 minutes of network TV primetime with a soft-spoken, ad-libbed address that involved him talking to an empty chair that purported to represent President Obama. TheHill.com
It is hard to imagine a more perfect illustration of Lindsey Graham’s worries about over-reliance on angry white guys than to have angry-white-guy Clint Eastwood ramble at an empty chair for 10 minutes. Guess Romney-Ryan are just going for the “Get-off-my-lawn” voter. Big tent?
Graham had it exactly right on this one.
and twitter were right on it though:
‘this seat’s taken’
http://twitter.com/BarackObama…
A right-wing columnist had planned to hold a big concert called “Rock the Red” in Charlotte, NC.
(Tangent: Gee, I remember when “Red” was a BAD thing.)
The headliners at this “rock” concert were supposed to be Travis Tritt and 75-year-old Charlie Daniels. “Rock,” hmm.
The concert’s been canceled because of poor ticket sales.
I offer my sympathies: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
…maybe ate some poisoned mushrooms earlier, coupled with cell phone calls from Sarah Palin asking him to play Misty for her while she flogs herself with a Rawhide whip, and flashed back on a Dirty Harry movie where he talks to an empty chair that is supposed to be the Police Commissioner who won’t let him shoot the bad guys but instead tells him to stall until back-up can arrive. As Clint used to put it: MARVELOUS