If you haven't checked out Clint Eastwood's 11 minutes at the Republican National Convention, I urge you to do so. It's below.
It was like a doddering old man had been awakened from a nap and dressed in a suit from Pac-Rat Palace and shoved out to fill eleven minutes with shit off the top of his head. I am not even sure Eastwood supports Romney; he makes comments that appear to excoriate Dubya.
His fake interview with Obama--via an emptychair--appears to make Romney and Ryan more uncomfortable than endorsed. All-in-all, I suspect the person who booked Clint wishes he hadn't.
It turns out that the doddering old man in a bad suit, appearing just awakened, hair a-fly, attempting to put into words what he means to say is a perfect analogy for the Republican Party.