It's the day after the Super Bowl, and wingnuts are still up in arms over that Clint Eastwood commercial. The one where he touts the A-merry-can auto industry and the city of Detroit for making a comeback.
The wingnuts, of course, believe that it's all some kind of subliminal Obama plot. And that Eastwood is some kind of Obama operative.(Eastwood voted for McCain in the last election). Honestly, you need a PhD in craziness to figure out what goes on in the mind of a wingnut. You would think that they would be condemning their own guy for making a racist Super Bowl ad.
Clint himself had to finally make a statement to calm the wingnut waters:
"Eastwood told "O’Reilly Factor" producer Ron Mitchell on Monday: “l am certainly not politically affiliated with Mr. Obama. ...It was meant to be a message ... just about job growth and the spirit of America. I think all politicians will agree with it.”
Thank you Clint. Now maybe the wingnuts can sleep tonight.
The other commercials were nothing special. As I noted last night, this was the year of the dog in commercial land. It was also the year of washed up actors, comedians, and black guys with Afros. Remember when A-merry-ca was afraid of black guys with Afros? Not anymore. The black man with an Afro has become somewhat of the new magic Negro. That friend that everyone must have. The black friend with an Afro product placement was mandatory for all major commercials during the Super Bowl last night.
Oh, and speaking of the Super Bowl, someone needs to tell Mrs. Brady that it's not a good look criticizing her husband's teammates after a tough loss.
I know that those small men fans can be jerks, but sometimes you just have to suck it up.
Finally, Happy birthday Bob. I wish you were still here writing songs and spreading love. But di good dem die young mi bredren.
"Field, aren't you going to wish Happy Birthday to another famous person who was born on this date? "
Nope, there is no need to. Every time I drive through a neighborhood that was ravished by drug dealing and crime I remember him.