our farce

In 1973, this is how I spent my summer vacation.

The fact that Mommy Dearest and my grandparents were okay with this amuses me because they all ascribed to the belief that if the sun is shining, all god’s children MUST be outside playing…in the sun shining down upon them. This parenting philosophy of course pre-dates the marinate the children in all the sunscreen protection. I know, we didn’t know any better then, Laura. Thankfully, the summer of 1973 was one summer of my childhood where I wasn’t suffering through an often blistering sunburn as a pale, ginger girl outside all day in the bright sunshine often did back in the day. Instead I was learning the lesson that: Never again must America allow an arrogant, elite guard of political adolescents bypass the regular party organization and dictate the terms of a national election.

Here we are now.

Kids, remember when 45’s surrogates spoke of how wrong it would be to elect a president who is under an FBI investigation? Kellyanne Conway. Sarah HuckabeeMarco Rubio, Sean HannityHere we are.

History repeats itself, first as tragedy, second as farce.

~ Karl Marx

 

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