Clint Eastwood, the 86-year-old actor best known for talking to empty chairs, is out with a new tiresome tirade, this time in support of Donald Trump. Clint told Esquire Magazine that he will be voting for Trump in the fall because Hillary has supposedly announced that she will be following in Obama's footsteps. And Clint doesn't like Obama - not one bit.
The particular bug that seems to be biting Clint's butt is the notion that some people think Trump is a racist. Clint, who can clearly remember the 1930's, thinks that is a bum rap. Yes, Trump might have said some dumb things, both sides have, but that doesn't make him a racist. And just because Trump wants to build a wall to keep Mexicans out of our country - and just because Trump has been unfairly hobbled in a court case because the judge is of Mexican heritage - well, nothing racist there - just move on.
Clint thinks Trump has tapped into a great truth when he rattles on about America being awash in too much political correctness. It wasn't like that when Clint was a boy - early in the last century - no sirree bob!
Some of Clint's remarks to Esquire were exceptionally colorful:
"(Trump's) onto something because secretly everybody's getting tired of political correctness, kissing up. That's the kiss-ass generation we're in right now. We're really in a pussy generation. Everybody's walking on eggshells."
"We see people accusing people of being racist and all kinds of stuff. When I grew up, those things weren't called racist."
You tell 'em, Dirty Harry. When you grew up schools, restrooms, lunch counters and even the Armed Forces were segregated. People knew their place, even where they should be sitting on a bus - and a rope and a stout tree limb taught respect. But then those radicals like Truman and Eisenhower got into office and started screwing things up. Now it's all just disappearing. Can America ever be great again - like it was when you were a boy?
Maybe it's time, Clint - time for you to slip quietly off to Shady Pines where you can peacefully enjoy the sunset of life while having meaningful conversations with your chair.
Maybe it's time to leave the sentient world alone.