So let's say you're independent-minded actor Clint Eastwood, and you get invited to speak at the Republican National Convention because they've apparently mistaken you for Charlton Heston. You'll be given an opportunity to kill fifteen minutes or so however you choose ... but you DON'T want a coliseum full of people angry at you.
Then you remember ... you're an ACTOR. What's more, you're OLD! Wouldn't it be great to play the pity card and hit just enough vague applause lines to confuse the crowd. They're going to be DESPERATE to find things to cheer when you talk, so talk about stuff they disagree with, framed as criticisms of Obama! It's court jester time. Be the doddering senile fart they can't possibly be mad at. Then, when the speech is almost over, drop a little bomb like the one below the squiggle ...
Then follow up with "Go ahead, make my day" and leave 'em cheering for the confusion they just experienced.
That's called culture jamming, friends. Clint is the new master.