Well, no wonder, since the nerve is the size of a fully-operational Death Star. I’m talking about that quivering mass of festering, twitching tissue know as the liberal MSM. Or as Stacy calls them, partisan publicists.
They are not independent journalists, they’re partisan publicists, yet they expect to be taken seriously as reporters when they can’t even be bothered to do a Google search and find out when a factory closed.
They are a disgrace to the profession to which they claim to belong. Truth matters. Truth is precious and powerful. Liars are a dime a dozen.
“Ridicule is man’s most potent weapon. It is almost impossible to counteract ridicule. Also it infuriates the opposition, which then reacts to your advantage.”
The media immediately reacted, in their typical fashion.
The media, naturally, is furious. They don’t like to see Their Precious One mocked and they also understand the power of mockery — which is why they keep Stewart and Colbert on such a tight leash. This is why the media has already written 25 stories (5 from Politico) mocking Eastwood.
Had Eastwood said the things the media likes to hear with the same nervousness and hesitation, they would’ve called him wizened and seasoned. But because he mocked Their Precious One, suddenly he’s some kind of embarrassment.
All I can say in response is: Go to hell you Obama-shilling crybabies. Eastwood showed more grit and honestly in those few minutes than you water carriers have during your entire propaganda-for-the-collective careers.
What Eastwood did tonight was funnier, fresher, edgier, and braver than anything those comedy cowards Chris Rock, Jon Stewart or Stephen Colbert have done in 15 years.
82 years-old, and Dirty Harry is still pissing all the right people off.
But heed a warning here, you mock Eastwood at your peril. For my generation at least, Clint is our John Wayne. He is the age of most of our fathers. He has that same dogged determination, that ‘make my day/get off my lawn’ attitude that most of us responsible, law-abiding taxpayers grew up under. And we recognize that tone before a full sentence is even uttered. Pay attention and pay attention now, because I’m not going to say it again, punk. Pick on him, and you pick on our dads, our uncles, our grandfathers, our brothers. The bedrock generation of this nation.
Clint’s best line of the night, I think, was this:
…you, we — we own this country.
We — we own it. It is not you owning it, and not politicians owning it. Politicians are employees of ours.
And — so — they are just going to come around and beg for votes every few years. It is the same old deal. But I just think it is important that you realize , that you’re the best in the world. Whether you are a Democrat or Republican or whether you’re libertarian or whatever, you are the best. And we should not ever forget that. And when somebody does not do the job, we got to let them go.
Obama, et al., you’re fired.
Now get off my lawn.