Well, it’s certainly going to be talked about, probably more than the sorry dishonest boilerplate Romney dribbled out afterwards. As you can see from the still, Mr. Eastwood looked every one of his 82 hard-lived years, and he sounded even worse. If you squirmed at the scenes in Bowling for Columbine where Michael Moore confronted a visibly addled
Kirk Douglas Charlton Heston, don’t even try to watch this speech.
The audience — and what a well-fed, sweat-glazed, self-satisfied herd of extremely white people the cameras caught for us — ate up the whole “doddering Alzheimers victim talks to an empty chair (and hears it talking back to him)” like it was dessert night at the Applebee’s salad bar. They laughed at the idea of Oprah crying. They laughed, and applauded, at the mention of 23 million unemployed Americans. They wet themselves laughing at the idea of “Joe Biden, you know, he’s the real intellect of the Democrat party”, and how President Obama could still redeem himself by humbly turning the Oval Office over to a “real businessman” right now, and that ‘businessman’ would even permit him to “keep riding around in the plane, talking to college kids… not the big plane, a’course… “
The big standing-ovation line of the evening was “We OWN this country”, and it was clear that “we” extended no farther than the people sitting in that arena and their families, fellow party members, and handlers. This was a public spectacle harkening back to those glorious days when the Emperor Nero could win the crowd’s heart by matching dwarves against cripples in the gladitorial arena as a special treat.