Clint Eastwood has endorsed million dollar baby, Willard Romney, for President. Of the United States, that is, to be clear. The Mardis Gras parade, directed by Fellini in a Dali-esque style, marches on, magnum force.
Is there an angle here, Clint? Some Hollywood hijinks, macho box-office stunt, or some other mighty-mojo attempt from your various acting-directing-producing and many other auspices?
Romney for President of the delusional Self-Entitled Power-Climber's Society makes sense, or even for the turgid, "Let Them Eat Cake" Debutantes Cotillion, sure -- but for the leader of our nation, 312 million and more people? To interact with heads of state as Insulter or Court Jester du jour? Another ardent ducker of military service for Commander in Chief?
If you're going to tow the continent to China or Bangladesh, and have shipbreakers crack us up into a billion pieces, smelt us down for whatever profit can be had, well -- sure, I guess, another CEO's the thing. But, here, in the USA, we are all actual, living persons; the nation has problems that won't be fixed by throwing up big box stores and crashing local Mom-and-Pop shops.
Clint, we are still trying to solve the hordes of problems visited on us, like locusts and plagues, from the previous version of your boy: The poor little rich boy always bailed out by his dad, who then wanted to try on daddy's shoes, play general, run the world.
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