A BELATED LOOK AT THE OBAMA-ROMNEY CONVENTIONS
The Shining - The synthetic glow of a dark convention
The line: "Go ahead, make my day," from the 1983 movie Sudden Impact is probably Clint Eastwood's most famous line and perhaps joins "Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn," as one of the most familiar utterances in cinematic history.
But it might not his most chilling. I think Clint delivered a much icier and far more Bernie Goetz-like come on during the scene in 1971's Dirty Harry when his character, Det. Harry Callahan cocks his colossal 44 mag. point blank at a chancy thug's mug and asks: "Do you feel lucky, punk?"
For many reasons -- some related to recent events occurring in both Tampa, Florida, and Charlotte, North Carolina -- there are a lot of Republicans right now who might answer that question with a reverberating, "no."
That aside, in the wake of all that could be absorbed nearly a month after taking in both Republican and Democratic Parties' National Conventions in front of a television set, the question remains: Since President Obama had to show his birth certificate shouldn't his Republican challengers be required to take random field polygraphs because of claims they've made during the campaign?
Actually, the Tourette's-like compulsion imbuing the falsehoods about the Obama Administration that raged in Tampa -- a welfare check in every pot; millions in Medicare budget cuts; a nation that's a larger economic basket case than four years ago; and Tampa's marquee misnomer: "YOU DIDN'T BUILD THAT!" -- scarcely reflect the extremes of the contrast between the two conventions. Charlotte paid reverence to substance, enthusiasm, and inclusion while Tampa seemed a dour, off-putting charade; an infomercial peddling little more than the politics of dark delusion. Such differences laid bare the clear demarcation line between starlight and shadows.