Me and my dad at Veterans Stadium. You get the idea.
“Summer Camp” conjures up carefree days, kids freed from the shackles of their parents, swimming in lakes, rowing canoes, hiking, riding nags, weaving friendship bracelets and singing campfire songs while gorging on s’mores and bug juice. Not so at Tampa Liberty Camp – aka Training Camp for a Future Generation of Hippies – where a few unlucky Tampa kids will be spending their summer learning about the gold standard, the evils of European socialism and the Christian roots of the Constitution.
Tampa Liberty is a hybrid of vacation Bible school and Glenn Beck, modeled after a camp in Kentucky that seems to have taken its curriculum straight outta the teachings of Beck’s favorite author, the late W.Cleon Skousen, who authored some sketchy and racist histories of our great nation. Kids at the Kentucky camp learned, among other things, a key piece of Skousen dogma, that the early American settlers starved to death because they were communists.
This is the dress, Marcia’s dress for the school dance.
I was pretty obsessed with the dress. The dress was white lace with black buttons, a short black skirt and a hot pink sash. The color combo was very modern millie. I had never seen anything like it, it was dreamy and mod. I knew I
would never have a dress like that.
Marci is too preoccupied with her braces, and how her date Alan is going to react to her braces, to focus on how lucky she is to have this dress. I have thought about this dress for 30 years. At any point, I could whip out a pad and a pencil and do a police artist sketch of the dress at any time.
Some day, I am going to hire a seamstress to recreate the dress and wear it to a big Hollywood event. I’ll be the prettiest girl there. I’ll look “like a dream.”
Just like Marcia.
my horse, Skippy
Dear Diary: I was dancing in the woods, with Miss Bonnie Andrews and the other girls. I wished for that witch Goody Sarah to burn in hell…
Jacked up on her media-fueled bus tour promoting “Our Proud American Heritage and History” (the purported mission being to help Americans “appreciate the significance of our nation’s historic sites, patriotic events and diverse cultures”), Goody Sarah has made several humiliating, failed turns. The first, as biker babe (“I love the smell of the emissions!”), another as New York pizza eater (with a fork), and today, the most egregious regional gaffe yet – the desecration of the story that every single American child knows by heart: The Midnight Ride of Paul Revere.
My cab driver from Philadelphia airport tonight was comically bitching about how NJ Governor Chris Christie – aka Fudgie the Fail Whale – and his wife cruised into town in a brand-new $12.5 million state police helicopter. Hypocrisy One, as we started to refer to it, is the governor’s state-funded personal helicopter, called upon to soar the Christies to a high school playing filed to see their son play in a game. According to the increasingly indignant cabby, Fudgie landed Hypocrisy One on a field adjacent to the baseball diamond, then rode in a trooper driven black limo with tinted windows from the lot to the diamond….100 feet away, befitting the caricature of a bloated idiot faux budget-cutter with no sense of shared sacrifice in tough economic times. On top of THAT bellowed the cabby “Then they took off after the fifth inning…the fifth inning!!” adding that the Christie son ‘was only the catcher anyway”.