Remembering history the way they wished it had been
Demand Your Prompt Refund!
What with the tedious actual issues involved in federal budget fights, don’t we all need time to laugh?Step forward, Representative Scott Womack , sponsor of a World Net Daily dog-whistler to save the American taxpayer by defunding White House teleprompters.
House Proud 
A belated salute to the Washington Post’s Philip Kennicott, who July 4th shared with readers his meditations on America and the world’s obsession with replicating homes of the great and the good, or at least George Washington. 
Mount Vernon, soon to host another superfluous “Presidential Library,” holds first place in the nation’s architectural imagination, or lack thereof. Kennicott spotlights the many sad recreations of the Big House, and Lydia Mattice Brandt’s research into America’s mysterious practice of making foreigners and school children troop through replicas at half a dozen World’s Fairs and exhibitions.
We Might Be Giants 
Current star practitioner of this architectural ghost walking is Alan Greenberg, whose accomplishments include a toy house Mount Vernon for future Chief Executives with excess family cash, and a “flagship” store for the always strenuously patriotic Tommy Hilfiger.
Ronald Reagan exhibited some of these morbid symptoms, enjoying work at a replica of George Washington’s desk before he was president even of the Screen Actors Guild.
It’s not only the Great House.
Kentucky proudly hosts a fake Abraham Lincoln boyhood cabin, now replicated on coins.
And an Okinawa businessman’s strange fakery compulsions could only be satisfied with a recreation of Bill Clinton’s boyhood home.
The State of Georgia offers this rib-tickler:
Union soldiers died from friendly fire while capturing Jefferson Davis! 
“An ironic tale from the Civil War is told at Jefferson Davis Memorial Historic Site in Fitzgerald. A month after the war’s end, Confederate President Davis and a few remaining men were camped in south Georgia to continue their fight for the “lost cause.” At dawn, they were surrounded by two independent Union troops who began unknowingly firing at each other. Two Union cavalrymen died in the skirmish and Davis was taken prisoner. .. On Presidents Day, rangers will offer guided tours to all visitors. “
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” 
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:
Or, as others have said,
Gipper’s Delight: The Lads Visit “Fox & Friends” on Hooters Day! 
