Prime's Worm Hole : The Mystery Guest Tragedy of the RNC

Friday, August 31, 2012

The Mystery Guest Tragedy of the RNC

The rumors began swirling in advance. Clint Eastwood was reportedly headed down to Tampa. Would he be the mystery guest speaker at the RNC? Well the mystery ended last night when Clint took the stage. I could cut and paste some of the reviews that have been popping up all over the web this morning, but suffice it to say that the critics were not kind.

I love Clint Eastwood as an actor. At least two or three of his films easily make my all time one hundred list. I also appreciate his seeming conservative leanings and his opposition to Barack Obama. however, I don't need the man to go on stage and make an ass of himself as some aged and decrepit Dirty Harry carricature to garner my vote.

You see, the really simple truth is this. I like Clint. I like Chuck Norris. Hell, I like a lot of actors and I have an equal number that I don't like and that I don't support because of their political views. I am reasonably certain that I am not alone in my thinking on those counts. There are millions of American just like me. We all could give a rat's rump what Sean Penn's communist flavor of the month is. The only time that his politics impacts or influences my decision making is at the box office, not at the polling booth.

This is a fact that obviously escaped someone in the Romney campaign when they decided to book Clint Eastwood as the mystery guest speaker at the RNC. And did we really need Clint (or anyone for that matter) to have a stumbling conversation with an empty chair that was supposed to symbolize Barack Obama....Hells Bells! Put a larger than life photo of the man up as a backdrop as you rightfully slam his failed policies and failed leadership, but don't engage in cheap theater.

My personal reaction upon witnessing Eastwood's appearance last night was gut wrenching to say the least. The man we all know and admire for his acting was halting and awkward and seemed as uncomfortable in front of an audience as some high school kid at commencement. The entire segment was painful for me to watch as I am sure it was for millions of other supporters of Clint Eastwood and conservatism in America.

I kept thinking.....what the hell is he doing there? Why did they do this? What purpose is being served by this little piece of staged drama that is failing miserably by the way. All I kept thinking during the entire episode was that Barack Obama and those in his administration, were sitting back somewhere in the wings, literally laughing their asses off. Laughing not only at the pitiful performance that Clint was giving, but also laughing at whoever made the decision to craft such a tragedy for the RNC in the first place.

It's a hard thing in my opinion for a Hollywood legend to be panned and slammed in his waning years for a political faux pas, but Clint has no one to blame but himself. He did this to himself and he allowed it to happen and he took part in it. In the final analysis, his audition before the American people last night as a man of considered political thinking was tarnished at best and severely dented at worst.

Obama and his handlers will make a lot of hay with the Eastwood appearance at the RNC last night. Wait until next week's DNC and I will promise you there will be one if not many not so subtle tongue in cheek slams of Clint over his speech and his endorsement of Romney last night. If Eastwood's intent last night was to make someone's day as he so painfully ended his speech referring to, I am sad to say that in my estimation the only days that were made were on the democratic side.

Which reminds me of another famous quote of Dirty Harry. "A man's got to know his limitations." Obviously Clint forgot his and so did whoever put this tragedy together.

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Prime's Worm hole

This is a place for me to muse about the issues that affect our world. My world and my country and my life in particular. I can say what I want to here and those who may stumble across my musings, are welcome to comment,or not. America is under siege. Everything this nation has ever represented, is now being torn asunder and crushed by the onslaught of egalitarian socialism. All morals and social values have been devolved into the belief that systemic racism, is the only underlying cause or reason for any societal ills in America. And that representation, is nothing but a Trojan Horse argument. A means of getting the egalitarian camel's nose into the tent. And now that it has been inserted? There is mayhem and anarchy and burning and looting all across America. And the only questions that remains to be asked and answered? Are these. When is enough enough and when will the American people call full stop and take the law into their own hands, to repel this socialist based attack on the Constitution and our personal freedoms.

Thinking

It started out innocently enough. I began to think at parties now and then -- just to loosen up and be a part of the crowd.
Inevitably, though, one thought led to another and soon I was more than just a social thinker.

I began to think alone -- "to relax", I told myself -- but I knew it wasn't true.
Thinking became more and more important to me and finally I was thinking all the time.

I began to think on the job. I knew that thinking and employment don't mix, but I couldn't help myself.

I began to avoid friends at lunchtime so I could read Thoreau, Muir, Confucius and Kafka. I would return to the office dizzied and confused, asking, "What is it exactly we are doing here?"

One day the boss called me in. He said, "Listen, I like you and it hurts me to say this, but your thinking has become a real problem. If you don't stop thinking on the job, you'll have to find another job."

"Honey," I confessed, "I've been thinking..."

"I know you've been thinking," she said, "and I want a divorce!" "But Honey, surely it's not that serious." "It is serious," she said, lower lip aquiver.

"You think as much as college professors and college professors don't make that much money, so if you keep on thinking, we won't have any money!"
She exploded in tears of rage and frustration, but I was in no mood to deal with the emotional drama.

"I'm going to the library," I snarled
I headed for the library, in the mood for some John Locke. I roared into the parking lot with NPR on the radio and ran up to the big glass doors.

They didn't open. The library was closed.

To this day, I believe that a Higher Power was looking out for me that night.

Leaning on the unfeeling glass, whimpering for Emerson, a poster caught my eye, "Friend, is heavy thinking ruining your life?" it asked.

This is why I am what I am today: a recovering thinker.

I never miss a TA meeting. At each meeting we watch a non-educational video; last week it was "Porky's." Then we share experiences about how we avoided thinking since the last meeting.

I still have my job, and things are a lot better at home. Life just seemed easier, somehow, as soon as I stopped thinking. I think the road to recovery is nearly complete for me.

Today I took the final step...I joined the Democratic Party

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If you are able,
save them a place
inside of you
and save one backward glance
when you are leaving
for the places they can
no longer go.
Be not ashamed to say
you loved them,
though you may
or may not have always.
Take what they have left
and what they have taught you
with their dying
and keep it with your own.
And in that time
when men decide and feel safe
to call the war insane,
take one moment to embrace
those gentle heroes
you left behind.

Major Michael Davis O'Donnell
1 January 1970
Dak To, Vietnam

Captain Michael O'Donnell was lost in Cambodia on March 24 1970, while flying a UH1 rescue helicopter, trying to rescue an eight man LRRP team under attack in Cambodia. He was listed as MIA along with the eight he had attempted to rescue after his UH1 Huey was shot down by enemy fire. The official military report listed the eight as shot down 'non survivable' and 'non recoverable.'

Michael O'Donnell was submitted for the Congressional Medal of Honor for his actions that day. He was awarded the Distinguished flying cross, the Bronze Star, The Air Medal and The Purple Heart and he was promoted to the rank of Major (posthumously).

In 1978 he was officially listed as KIA by the Department of Defense.

A little about the philosophy of the author

The Borg Conspiracy is one man's purely pedestrian thoughts, independent musings and frequently cheeky commentaries...Mixed with an abundance of patriotism, love of God, and love of country.

My thoughts?

In my opinion........in another generation, all that will remain of our once great republic, may be little more than what is left to weather the passage of time in the form of a few obscure and forgotten monuments to the great American experiment.

If America should fail....let it be written as her epitaph.....died by her own hand. The greatest experiment in freedom ever undertaken, lost in the end to the pursuit of the illusion that egalitarian tolerance was more valuable than individual freedom.

Let us be warned.
Franklin, Payne, Jefferson. They all knew the consequences of the lack of vigilance and they tried to warn us. They gave us a document as our guide post. We were to guard it and revere it and use it to guide and govern our future and our posterity.

No one listened.