…that Clint Eastwood were the nominee, for all the blather about his gig at the Republican Convention the other night.
Okay, I’ll say it: I’ve never been an Eastwood fan. So sue me.
And I thought his schtick on Thursday night was a bit rambling and hard to follow. He sounded shaky, although parts of it were spot-on funny, and obviously got under Obama’s thinnish skin.
And I doubt that Eastwood—or Romney, for that matter—cares what the press thinks of Eastwood’s performance.