To hell with Mitt Romney. He can wait. The star of last night’s Republican extravaganza in the god-forsaken city of Tampa was Clint Eastwood. With the help of an empty chair he gave one of the finest performances of his career. It was magnificent [sic] and certainly worth more than Million Dollar Baby. It’s only ten or so minutes so I recommend you watch it in all its awful glory.
As I said on Twitter it was like watching the father of the bride make a speech at a wedding at which he dislikes the groom and does not recognise his daughter. It’s all a little sad really.
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