And so the Republican convention ends. There were so many things to be impressed with. There was the uh and also then some other thing. But asking Clint Eastwood to entertain the faithful by carrying out a doddering unscripted conversation with the Obama in his head was frighteningly charming. Groundbreaking too in a daunting way. We can assume a Reagan in his 90s with his mental drapes permanently drawn would have slayed the hell out of this bunch. We can also assume the poor homeless schizophrenic working the taxi stands outside, though plenty sharper, wasn’t nearly famous enough for this crowd.
Here were the lowlights: