It took a Hollywood icon, actor and director, oddly debating an empty chair, to bring home what American politics is all about. It is about us. We own this country. We elect our governments. Governments that are supposed to serve us. If those in government we hire through elections fail to do that job, we need to replace them. Even those controlling government who gerrymander districts to perpetuate themselves in office at our expense.
To my left, during Eastwood's speech, I thought I saw a flash of light in my backyard. I finally concluded it was Chris Matthews exploding. I'm sure he is still sputtering in rage. He no longer talks about experiencing that tingle down his leg.
It took a newly elected Senator whose parents fled from communist Cuba where no opportunity existed, so that he in turn can live the American dream. His father worked long hours at two jobs, including working behind a bar at banquets, while others stood at podiums, so that he in turn, could stand in front of a podium.
It took a very successful businessman who tonight finally embraced those very successes, after being ridiculed for them by his opposition for the past few months. That same businessman who accepted his party nomination to run for president of this still great country.
I'm but a very casual watcher of televised national conventions. That makes me unusual for a political junkie. I didn't rush home all week to watch the convention. I hear enough live political speeches without watching more on television. Tonight, I thought I'd watch a few minutes, then take in the Chicago Bears game. That didn't happen.
It also didn't take long for television pundits to rip apart these basic messages. What seemed to differ this time is that the liberal media lapdogs on television were actually sputtering at the conclusion of it all.
They should be sputtering.
A few simple truths tonight took away their arguments and made them angry.
We own this country.