It’s Confederates, For Kids! 
Spirited efforts continue to normalize Confederate President Jefferson Davis and graft him onto real Presidents Day, but now cracker apologists have raised their sights:
they are going after Black History Month.
Rickey Pittman has cranked out two soft-core black/Confederate books, and has managed to get into school Black History Month programs to promote them.
“Jim Limber Davis: A Black Orphan In The Confederate White House”
 is about the literal poster child of Rebel apologists: surely Jefferson Davis couldn’t be all bad if he “adopted” an African American orphan? 
And “Stonewall Jackson’s Black Sunday School”Â
seeks to show how dedicated the famed Confederate general was to the spiritual life of the people whose enslavement he fought to preserve.
Past Forgetting, For Kids! 
 Like The Power  
Lame rhyming: it’s not just for brown people anymore!
From the frozen wastes of New Hampshire come fresh new voices of reaction-with a beat!
Yes, Dartmouth has yet again spawned new conservatives, but this time the youngsters are lifting their voices in song, turning that rap music into a weapon for good, not just ho/gangster celebratin’.
The hearty stew that is contemporary conservatism is a murky mix, and would-be hipster reactionaries are doing their part to further confusion.
Reagan youth yearns to enjoy somewhat contemporary rap music with all their friends, while reinforcing belief in all that is right and true.
Now they don’t have to choose!
“You can be straight, you were born this way“ 
Thanks to the stern visaged “Young Cons,” today’s youth can turn the former music of the oppressed into hymns of complacency. As we learn from the “Young Cons Anthem” [Actual title!]:
“Three things taught me conservative love: Jesus, Ronald Reagan and Atlas Shrugged“
These mopes haven’t embraced your more lively versions of that rap. Theirs is more of your drone-y slowpoke rap, where you can make out every syllable because their E-Nun-Ci-A-Tion is about the only energy shown.
But their message is perhaps best absorbed in lyric form, ’cause their prose would stunt a generation:
“In a technological era driven fiercely by the main stream media, those who vocalize the true conservative message of individual responsibility, moral absolutes, and small government are slanted as intolerant, racist, “bible and gun clinging”, corporate fat cats who could not care less about the environment nor the well being of their fellow man.”
Or, as others have said,

Gipper’s Delight: The Lads Visit “Fox & Friends” on Hooters Day! 
Bart Speaks For The Nation 
Ford’s Theatre reopened this year after a vast fundraising and re-do, and they are going all out to mark Presidents Day Week:
Ladies & Gentlemen, Mr. Mark Russell! 
Yes, the “comic” songster so lame that even PBS finally dropped him, tickling the ivories once more in Our Nation’s Capital.
Russell was cruelly mocked on The Simpsons “Mr. Lisa Goes To Washington”almost twenty years ago. Â He was parodied as the entertainment for Lisa’s DC award banquet, Brother Bart groaning throughout.
“This guy is awful!“ 
It was a dead-on parody of Russell’s ghastly tunesÂ
 vaguely referencing politics without being in the slightest political. His own publicists boast that “He began knowing little about politics…”
The Russell case demonstrates perhaps the limits of satire. Long after they’ve been called out by anyone knowing anything, DC’s Unstoppables continue to roam the landscape, dropping triteness bombs.
Boots On The Ground, Buster! 
The delightfully forthright “Mad Jewess” blog offers further proof that foaming spittle may cloud vision.
MJ spews forth on any number of current right-wing obsessions, gives a shout-out Birther High Priestess Orly Taitz, then for some reason goes off on a photo of Barack Obama with his feet on his desk:
“Click on this PIC below, what an ARROGANT ASSHOLE:
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 I suspect what we have here is Dignity Of The Office Derangement, a condition manifest in delusional belief that whatever behavior the victim chooses to find offensive never occurred under prior presidents.
The condition’s poster child is of course Bush family lackey Andy Card, justly renowned for his launch of the Jackets-Always-In-The-Oval-Office myth.
 