What came across about Clint wasn't his age, it was the bile and bitterness that poured out of every one of his orifices as he addressed an imaginary President in an empty chair. Clint was the perfect metaphor for the modern Republican party, he embodied the four horsemen that are now cherished and promoted, even demanded, by the TP wing of the GOP: anger, fear and hate. The fourth, greed, is all on those who put him there to exploit his fame and reputation to peddle their poison.

Maybe I am full of shit, but its clean, healthy wholesome shit and I occasionally squat and leave a steaming load behind me. I don't carry it around with me, letting it poison my mind, heart and soul. Clint had Conservative political constipation, and now he's soiled himself and everyone around him, publicly and in the most humiliating manner possible. I hope his handlers are ashamed of themselves, but I doubt it. They're too busy making excuses; lighting their smokes, tying their shoelaces, and looking the other way. So don't blame me; I wasn't the one who put him up to it.

The Republican party is selling its soul and betraying its country for a chickenshit tax break. What mean, petty, pathetic little men.