So I’m scanning this and that yesterday, trying to get caught up on all the didjusee motes of the day, and I discovered this. It’s a post about photos taken at the National Federation of Republican Women annual board meeting in Charleston. Some photos from the event — themed “a Southern experience” — were posted to Facebook, and, well, you decide for yourself:
The African Americans, I learn through further Googling, were paid re-enactors. The man in the middle is the South Carolina state senate president Glenn McConnell, and no, I don’t know why he’s dressed in Yankee blue, as he, too, is a re-enactor, and like all good southron boys, prefers the home team’s uniform. Maybe he swings both ways.
It appears the event may well have been innocent; these could have been the “Gullah singers and storytellers” referenced in the event’s flyer. And maybe McConnell can’t resist a chance to put on the old-timey clothes and the uncomfortable shoes and let his freak flag fly. The desire for vaccinated time travel runs strong in white guys like these, and I won’t even speculate that he wishes he lived c. 1860 so he could legally own the people on his left and right. It was a simpler time all around, wasn’t it? The government mainly stayed out of a man’s business and women wore heaps of petticoats, making seduction that much more exciting. You could pour yourself a glass of sippin’ whiskey of an evening and sit on the veranda, watching the sun go down, knowing tomorrow will be about the same as today.
A while back the Embassy Theater in Fort Wayne screened “Gone With the Wind” for a summer movie, with guests encouraged to come in period attire. The Lincoln Museum felt the need to pass out a flyer informing the audience that the picture of the Old South onscreen was — gasp! — idealized and divorced from reality. I recall a passage about B.O. and bad teeth. Noted, but I thought it was party-pooping just the same. (There’s no question the African Americans in that photo have benefited from fluoridated water and toothbrushes. Good teeth and shoes are the giveaway of reenactors everywhere.) So maybe I’m out of line here, but the next time I read that old perennial from the op-ed page — When Will Black People Learn That Only Republicans Have Their Best Interests at Heart? — I’m going to show them that photo. Among many others.
I didn’t get both my stories done yesterday — one down, one to go — and so must duck out early today. Fortunately, I have bloggage:
Llewd, Coozledad’s bull, is up to his old tricks. That mischievous scamp.
I wish I had a booty like Inez Sainz. That’s all I have to say about that.
I don’t want anybody else. When I think about you I …watch Christine O’Donnell’s teenage self opposing masturbation. She asks the timeless question asked by girls everywhere: If he can please himself, why am I in the picture? Guys, you want to take that one? Maybe Llewd can start us off.
And with that, I have 1,200 words to write for someone else. Lucky me.