Everybody's jumping all over poor, addle-minded Clint Eastwood (Don't pummel me, Clint!) for spending an inordinate amount of time at the Republican National Convention talking to no one. I've been doing that here for the last three-plus years! You don't see anyone making fun of me.
You don't, do you? You'd tell me, right?
I've always associated the "empty chair" with gestalt psychotherapy: The therapist has the client speak to the empty chair, "seating" therein a person that the client wishes to confront, the better to exorcise the mental demons that torment. I guess that's what Eastwood was doing, the demonic President Obama having possessed the previously not-so-demented Republican Party. Kind of dramatic, when you think about it. Of course, it dramatizes nothing so much as the fact that the GOP is in serious need of psychotherapy.
Incidentally, I didn't catch Romney's speech, and I was swamped at work today and had no time to read anything about it. Did I miss anything?
OK, didn't think so.