Clint Eastwood is still out there talking about his insidious speech at the Republigoat Fartnoomie Conflution. And boy, am I glad he is.
When that happened, I didn’t have access to no fancy Internet, so I couldn’t blogificate about it then. However, the fact that this aging douchebag is still having to defend his actions means it is still timely, and, therefore, I get to tell you about the amazing symbolism of this senile old prick talking to an imaginary Barack Obama.
I mean, I don’t know what people find so surprising about a Republigoat making up a President Obama who doesn’t exist, and then engaging in debate and criticism with the President Obama that he had just made up.
Isn’t that the entire Republigoat campaign strategery?