Sunday Morning Post (V2, #7) - A Cultural Defection

Is it my imagination, or is the Democratic Party hell bent on putting forth a candidate against the President who is even more out there than said President? Bernie Sanders is the clear front runner at this point for the Democratic nomination going into the Super Tuesday primaries.   Political pundits are already treating him as if he has won because, based on history, no one has been elected who did not win the first two primaries/caucuses/whatever.

History!   Who needs it?  The other side is clearly ignoring it!  Why can’t we just wing our destinies on our own with no thought of past experiences good/bad/disastrous?

It’s as if we are saying, “Okay fine!  Your guy is bent on being dictator.  Don’t make us vote for Bernie Sanders.”  Don’t get me wrong: Sanders has some attractive ideas for America, but unfortunately there’s just enough voters in this country who are scared crapless at the thought of radical change.  Sanders and his ideas don’t stand a chance in today’s political environment. 

Anyone miss Hillary yet?

Oh, right, we’re relying on logic and common sense to win over the other side, who believes gun ownership is more precious than life outside the womb itself.  It's a wonder they haven’t thought of a way to arm fetuses, but it’s early yet.  

Despite all this, the progressives are winning over converts. The latest is Clint Eastwood who had publicly announced that he is no longer a supporter of the President. He is now endorsing billionaire Michael Bloomberg for the Democratic nomination.

Yes sir!  The progressives are winning over converts one Hollywood icon at a time. At this rate we’ll be rid of the current regime sometime around 2070.

It’s nice to hear that ole Clint has seen the light/had a change of heart/woke up and smelled the Starbucks House Blend, but I’m not getting too excited about his defection.  Like the President, he tapped into the angry American citizen sentiment years ago with his Dirty Harry persona.  He only played this character in five films, but the persona persisted beyond his screen work.  This character capped off his earlier portrayals of the lone gunfighter in Leone’s spaghetti westerns, and it stuck to Eastwood like a chauvinistic American ethos. 

Also, I can’t help but to think back to Eastwood’s more recent memorable performance when he spoke at the Republican National Convention and debated President Obama’s accomplishments with an empty chair.

The chair won.

Now we know why the news of Eastwood’s cultural defection is not prompting me to break out the champagne.   

(Thank you for reading.  Oh damn!  The champagne has gone flat!)