So you probably know that wasn’t the real Clint Eastwood speaking at the Republican National Convention the other night. Right?
It was obvious when he kept rambling on to an empty chair for 10 minutes.
The two-way conversation he conducted with the chair made a lot of people uncomfortable (signs of dementia?).
At times he looked like he forgot where he was. Kinda like a doddering old man who forgot to take his meds.
It sure wasn’t Dirty Harry out there. He looked about as alert as a fallen log partially buried in the ground.
The convention organizers got what they paid for, a Clint Eastwood look-a-like that didn’t fool anyone.
You get what you pay for. That rambling old man with his white hair sticking up like he licked a light socket, was about as inspiring as a road-kill.
The next time the Republicans decide to get a mystery speaker they need to spend a few extra dollars and get the real McCoy.
The fake Clint couldn’t even pull off, “Make my day,” without sounding like a confused old codger wondering why he said it.