“How DARE she say that!,” is an idiotic notion in a nation with the First Amendment.
Moreover, our exaltation of form over substance weakens us intellectually and morally. Take the presidential “debates.” They aren’t debates. They are scripted performances, they are soap opera with control of nukes as the Academy Award.
I’ve heard very little favorable or even neutral comment about Clint Eastwood’s “rambling” address at the Republican Convention. “Every actor needs a script” says one pundit.
“Talking to an empty chair is silly,” says another.
“He’s an actor, not a speaker.”
I admire someone with the guts to stand up and just TALK. I admire someone who will just say what is on their mind. Let me again quote TR (That’s Theodore Roosevelt, children, one of the most positive role models of American history):
“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.”
I don’t agree with everything Eastwood said. But this is AMERICA. This is where we are supposed to talk and reason together and maybe even cuss one another over a beer. So many in our society confuse criticizing and bitching with getting things done.
Give me real people every time over useless, hairsprayed china dolls.