I avoided watching the RNC live because I knew ahead of time it would only make me yell at the television. My kiddos already probably think I am goofy enough without watching mom yell “AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!” at a tv, I think.
Once I started hearing all the buzz, though, naturally I had to check out what the fuss was about. Oh, Clint. Bless your heart. Did you learn nothing from watching Charlie Sheen self destruct in front of the world?
I positively hurt for you while watching your surreal and frankly odd speech. I grew up loving your gruff, no-nonsense characters in movies from The Beguiled to 2 Mules For Sister Sarah. As I got older and began to follow your politics I seldom agreed with you but still respected you as a man true to his convictions.
This, though, was just dreadful. I was embarrassed for you, and I can only imagine how you must feel in the backlash with senility jokes pouring in from every side. No-one should have their deterioration on display like that. It really isn’t funny. It calls to my mind the descent of my grandmother, little by little, until she became almost a caricature of the woman I had known by the end.
I am a little sadder today. A man I have respected for a great many years, an icon of my movie watching youth, a man who (even when I abhorred his political ideology) stood for his beliefs unspooled in front of all of us.