I've been trying to puzzle out just what Clint Eastwood said last night at the GOP convention -- he had a semi-angry argument with an empty chair, which he claimed an invisible President Obama was sitting in.
"You see, back in those days, rich men would ride around in Zeppelins,
dropping coins on people, and one day I seen J.D. Rockefeller flying by. So I run of
the house with a big washtub and... hey! Where are you going? Anyway, about my washtub. I'd just used it that morning to wash my turkey, which in
those days was known as a walking-bird. We'd always have
walking-bird on Thanksgiving, with all the trimmings: cranberries, injun eyes, yams
stuffed with gunpowder. Then we'd all watch football, which in those days was called
baseball...
I'm thirsty! Ew, what smells like mustard? There sure are a lot of
ugly people in your neighborhood. Ooh, look at that one. Ow, my glaucoma just got
worse. The president is a Democrat??!!!
"Hello? I can't unbuckle my seat belt. Hello? There are too many leaves in your walkway...
"Hello? I can't unbuckle my seat belt. Hello? There are too many leaves in your walkway...
"We can't bust heads like we used to, but we have our ways. One trick is to tell 'em
stories that don't go anywhere - like the time I caught the ferry over to Shelbyville.
I needed a new heel for my shoe, so, I decided to go to Morganville, which is what they
called Shelbyville in those days. So I tied an onion to my belt, which was the style at
the time.
"Now, to take the ferry cost a nickel, and in those days, nickels had pictures
of bumblebees on 'em.
Give me five bees for a quarter,you'd say.Now where were we? Oh yeah: the important thing was I had an onion on my belt, which was the style at the time. They didn't have white onions because of the war. The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones...
"Then after World War Two, it got kinda quiet, 'til Superman challenged FDR to a
race around the world. FDR beat him by a furlong, or so the comic books would have
you believe. The truth lies somewhere in between."
Oops, sorry, that was from Abe Simpson, not Clint Eastwood, though it's easy to get the two confused ...