What a weekend. High pressure, unlimited ceiling, temps in the 80s. After a delightful improvement over last summer — Rain! Temperatures in the 60s! IN JULY!!! — it seems 2013’s is going out with what everyone expects and wants. I’m watering for the first time this season. But everything is still juicy.
And with that, I’ve once again violated Elmore Leonard’s No. 1 rule of writing. Oh, well. It’s what Midwesterners do — talk about the weather.
Besides, nothing much else happened, other than the usual weekend-y things — farmers market, dry cleaners, grocery, laundry cooking, exercise, sailing. We took the dog:
She has to wear her life jacket until we can trust her not to take a flying leap after a passing flock of geese. Also, it’s easy to grab her by the handle on top when we need to move her quickly.
As I was in aggressive fun-type mode this weekend, I wasn’t exactly trolling for linkage, although I’m pleased to report Mitch Albom had the day off Sunday and did not write anything about Elmore Leonard, which is a very good thing. They’d still be cleaning the brain explosion from the walls.
However, there is this, from the NYPost, not a paper I read regularly. Call it the confessions of a high-dollar college-admissions counselor:
One father requested that my meetings with his son take place in the Midtown offices of his private-equity group. His son would take the train in from Greenwich and meet me there. I offered to meet the boy somewhere easier, but no. It wasn’t safe, the father explained, as he led me into the vast glass space of his office, where his son was sitting; in fact, he had personally walked to Penn Station to meet his son’s train and escort him here.
Then he took out his checkbook and asked me, in front of the boy, what I’d charge to write his essays.
Oh, and I watched “History of the Eagles,” at least the first part of it; my interest in the solo career of Henley and Frey died in a 1980s aerobics class that used “The Heat is On” once too often. Bill Simmons take on it, linked last week, was pretty much dead on.
And we found our way to “Beware of Mr. Baker,” another rockumentary, but amusing where the Eagles thing wasn’t. Ginger Baker — what a wild man. At first I thought we were going down a path that would lead to another great musician robbed of his treasure by a trick of the copyright laws. He’s broke, he makes no money off the Cream catalog, what an injustice, etc. Later we learn he received $5 million for the Cream reunion, enough to take care of him for the rest of his life — if he hadn’t immediately gone out and spent it on 38 polo ponies and an endowment for a veterinary hospital.
Musicians. Go bloody figure.
Anyway, good Monday to all and a good last week of summer.
Dexter said on August 26, 2013 at 2:11 am
I am sure I could have brokered an even 40 polo ponies for Ginger…missed the boat, I did.
Again, Wendy is the best looking dog on the lake.
We had a birthday party for my two-year old granddaughter on Saturday at a local church and today continued the celebration with the two families at a Sunday buffet place for lunch. It was so hard on my daughter and her husband because of the loss of Major Dingo the Blue Heeler doggie who passed away of cancer and general old age problems. They’re telling Maddie that Major is with Jesus. What the hell else can you tell a two year old?
Dexter said on August 26, 2013 at 2:15 am
Here’s where Deborah is…this place is stunning!
alex said on August 26, 2013 at 3:19 am
Having muggy night insomnia. But found a good interview of Justice Ginsburg.
Jeff (the mild-mannered one) said on August 26, 2013 at 6:53 am
If God has promised that in heaven there is everything necessary for our happiness, then that would constitute all the theological argument needed that companion animals are there.
Deborah said on August 26, 2013 at 6:57 am
Greetings from Beaver Brook, yes it is stunning. So are the people. They’re setting up a tumbler of our progress on the bath house that I’ll link to if you’re interested in.
Also Nancy, Zach says you bought him his first beer. You came up in conversation when we were talking about books and I mentioned the Elmore Leonard book I’m reading. Which I’m enjoying by the way. Thanks for the suggestion.
Julie Robinson said on August 26, 2013 at 8:45 am
Deborah, I know you may not have much free time, but when you’re done I look forward to reading all about your experience, and seeing some pictures.
Of course our beloved animal companions will be in heaven. No less a theologian than CS Lewis proclaimed it so in his last Chronicle of Narnia, The Last Battle. The concept of the rainbow bridge may also be helpful for a three year old.
After reading the confessions of the admissions counselor, I’m filled with gratitude that I grew up in the midwest, where precious few thought an Ivy League education something to value. Dad said they wouldn’t pay for pricey and private Northwestern, but an out of state public university was covered, and after taking the ACT once (no prep classes around back then) I chose Indiana University. I guess I wrote an essay but don’t remember its subject. Apologies to those readers who live in NYC, but as I sit at my kitchen table enjoying the view of birds, bees, and flowers, I wouldn’t trade that life for a million bucks.
brian stouder said on August 26, 2013 at 8:46 am
Deborah, looking forward to it!
The ‘crescendo’ and ‘finale’ that is all the talk today on the social media (and the media-media, as far as that goes) has to do with the always self-aggrandizing faux-shock from the mtv music awards.
Updates from you will be a palate cleanser.
Joe, Grant described a white plane with gold, that (from his vantage point) disappeared behind the Natatorium, and then re-appeared, a few times.
And aside from that, last night at about dusk a C5-A whistled right over our house…a genuinely HUGE airplane, that appears to travel at about 25 miles per hour, and has about 87 wheels!
Judybusy said on August 26, 2013 at 8:49 am
Deborah, I would love to follow the project on Tumblr, so please post the link.
We have also had pretty much a perfect summer–a few hot, muggy days in early July, then 70s low 80s with lows in upper 50s or low 60s. Until Saturday. Now it’s high nineties with a healthy dew point to match. It was 81 when I got up this morning, and this is our weather for at least a week. I don’t mind that much, as I am very lucky to have access to AC. I did hear a mention on public radio this morning that some of the local school kitchens don’t have AC. Those poor cooks.
Joe K said on August 26, 2013 at 9:09 am
I came over on my way to auburn out of fwa in my 310 a light twin I just did a steep turn and kept going so I don’t know if it was me or not, and yes a c-5 or c- 17 is one big airplane, especially when you see it flying close to the ground. It was probably the air guard personnel coming home from Alaska. They were up there for training. Keep aware the a-10s should be back some time today if there not back already.
coozledad said on August 26, 2013 at 9:40 am
My wife has been telling me about a (long) article she’s been reading on the heirs to Buck Duke’s fortune. Their dad was a useless piece of scrod who OD’d not too long ago.
The kids have a false memory of appearing onstage with The Eagles while they performed Hotel California, when actually, dad passed out and had to be carried away.
They’re fifteen, been raised like Romulus and Remus, and they’ve got more money than White Jesus: now ain’t this gonna be cute.
James M said on August 26, 2013 at 9:42 am
I live near Travis AFB, here in Northern California, home to C-5s, C-17s and KC-10s, so we hear and see them frequently. Watching from a distance as a C-5 lands is a treat. You have to wonder how they ever stay in the air as they lumber toward the runway; really big planes. When I was a kid there were B-52s, but not any more. I miss them.
brian stouder said on August 26, 2013 at 10:06 am
One question for the house – and then no more about Ms Cyrus (I promise!) –
How many here knew the word “twerk” before this event? – ’cause I confess, I had no clue at all
Connie said on August 26, 2013 at 10:11 am
Brian I first heard the word a few weeks ago and all I have figured out is that it describes some kind of sexy nasty move. And didn’t want to know more.
coozledad said on August 26, 2013 at 10:14 am
It’s an art form, best achieved by people with hemispheres.
brian stouder said on August 26, 2013 at 10:21 am
Whoa! Yet another reason to love WalMart
nancy said on August 26, 2013 at 10:41 am
Twerking is nothing new, but it’s only been in the last year that I’ve been aware of the term. I first saw it some years ago, when a marching band from Detroit performed in the Grosse Pointe Santa Claus parade. Talk about a throwback — this is always held the day after Thanksgiving, rolls through the quaint commercial district, and ends with Santa on his sleigh ho-ho-ho-ing.
Neither of our high schools has a marching band, so they always invite a few from outside the district. So along comes this band from a Detroit school, all black for this nearly all-white crowd, and they’re playing and marching and the flag swingers are doing their thing, and then they stop, the flag swingers drop as one into sumo squats, and start doing this up-and-down butt-shaking move that would dislocate three vertebrae if I tried it. Big smiles on the girls’ faces, but I swear, the looks on the crowds’ mugs were hilarious. Dropped jaws all around. The band marched on.
That’s twerking. How to do it.
Prospero said on August 26, 2013 at 10:47 am
More embarrassing San Diego politicians.
That’s doggie heaven. The entire boat is an open car window to hang your head out of.
Heather said on August 26, 2013 at 10:59 am
Wendy the sailor! So cute. I don’t think dogs are for me for a variety of reasons, but I can see the appeal of having a small companion along for the ride.
Off-topic: I went to the eye doctor last week for a pupil dilation. She said there’s some scar tissue on one of my retinas that seems to be the result of an injury. I’ve never seen floaters or flashing lights, so I had no idea. I have to go back for a scan in a month. She didn’t seem overly worried but did mention retinal detachment as a worst case outcome. In the meantime, I am not to go bungee jumping, sky-diving, or on any intense roller coasters (um, no problem). Given Nancy’s recent experience, I am taking it seriously, but am not too worried. Yet.
Julie Robinson said on August 26, 2013 at 11:47 am
Yes, what Connie said. I am old and white, so I can’t believe high schools let their kids do this. In other news, get off my lawn.
Heather, my eye doc has been monitoring a small retinal tear for about 15 years. It hasn’t changed in that time and I don’t have any symptoms, either, so I’ve given myself permission to forget it, given I’m unlikely to engage in any of the above activities. Or twerking, either.
Sherri said on August 26, 2013 at 12:01 pm
There are parents I’m around who are on the insane college admission bandwagon, though not to New York levels of insanity. My daughter is smart, but I wasn’t interested in using her college admission as a report card on my parenting. Sophomore year I asked her to think about what kind of college she wanted to attend, and the area of the country she wanted to go to college in. By junior year, she had decided she’d prefer a small liberal arts college in the west. I didn’t hire her a test prep tutor, I bought her a SAT prep book. She took the SAT once, in spring of her junior year. We visited a couple of colleges during spring break of junior year, and she fell in love with one of them. Summer before senior year, she came up with a list of schools to apply to, and in fall, decided to apply early decision to Whitman, her first choice, not to optimize her chances of getting in, but because if she got in, she wouldn’t have to do any more apps. She got in, and she was done.
The thing is, the Ivies, Stanford et al are doing a turn-away business. They could throw away the admitted class, and take the next group off the wait list and have kids just as good. I didn’t see any reason to get involved in that kind of lottery.
Prospero said on August 26, 2013 at 12:04 pm
Ezra Klein shoots a fish in a barrel. It’s Peggy Noonan whining about Obamacare, and unarmed in a battle of wits.
I remember seeing cheerleaders doing that Mix-a-Lot dancing years ago, accompanied by a chant of
We’re on the loose.
I thought it was pretty funny, but the local AME pastor was scandalized and got a quick end put to that godless nonsense.
Jeff Borden said on August 26, 2013 at 12:06 pm
I saw a quote outside a dog park in Butler County, Ohio –the home district of John Boehner!!!!!!!– that was attributed to Will Rogers. This is probably not an exact quote, but something to the effect of. . .
“If there are no dogs in heaven, I want to go where they are.”
Meanwhile, may I ask what the fuck is going on in our country? In Columbia, S.C., the city council voted unanimously to make living on the streets against the law. Being homeless is now a crime, apparently, while in Raleigh, N.C., a religious group handing out food to the homeless has been threatened with arrest after six years of trying to help the unfortunate.
There have always been poor people among us. How is it they have come to be despised?
Dorothy said on August 26, 2013 at 12:45 pm
Jon Voight’s character in “Ray Donovan” on Showtime introduced me to the twerking term. So I only heard about it, say, 6 weeks ago? We really like that show.
Prospero said on August 26, 2013 at 12:49 pm
I am absolutely sure having read this obnoxious drivel that somewhere there is a dictionary with Kathleen Parker’s thumbnail portrait right next to the word fatuous. I’m sure I’ve read lamer columns, but I’m not sure I could say when that may have been, exactly. Jesus, what a jerk.
Earl Hamner and Rod Serling dealt definitively with the dogs in heaven question, and death in general, in The Hunt, one of the finest episodes ever of The Twilight Zone:
Hyder is played by Arthur Hunnicutt, whi was great in The Red Badge of courage. His wife is played by the wonderful actor Jeanette Nolan. And a beautiful coon hound named Rip. This could have been maudlin, but it’s absolutely brilliant.
Prospero said on August 26, 2013 at 1:47 pm
Lobbyists getting public pensions. Funny. I don’t think I’ve heard any Teabangers bitching about this situation, nor any whole Midwestern state goober-nors. Not even Mortimer and Randolph Koch.
Dexter said on August 26, 2013 at 1:48 pm
If I got tasered or “tazed” by 1.8 million volts, it would probably kill me. It’s too bad this gun owner turned and shot a kid in the backside, but he did, and he was legally OK by doing it. Did this kid deserve to be shot in the ass? If he hadn’t been shot…would he have fixed his stun-gun and just moved on to another street corner to possibly kill another person? Of course he would have, that’s what he does. The kid seems to know he was playing a most deadly game of chance and this time he lost…how many other people did he injure before he was shot. Is the victim/gun-shooter a hero, or did he over-react? Would you have pulled the trigger on an attacker whose stun-gun had just malfunctioned?
Does this story make you desire to carry a concealed weapon?
brian stouder said on August 26, 2013 at 2:01 pm
Why did the country follow the story of the little girl in the well in Texas? Why were we happy when the Smart girl escaped her crazy kidnapper? – or for that matter, the three women who lost a large chunk of their youthful lives to a genuine nightmare-man in Cleveland?
Because we identified with them. We didn’t think “They had it coming”. They could have been our daughters or sisters neighbors.
Same with Trayvon…and I’m not sure which alternative is more upsetting – that Ms Parker is simply a race-baiting troll, or whether she is really that clueless, about what the president was communicating
Peter said on August 26, 2013 at 2:14 pm
So THAT’S what you call it. Good word as any.
A while back the sister had the TV on and someone was twerking and I thought I’d be the family clown (again) and do my version of it – I sounded like I was getting a chiropractic adjustment, which is what I needed after that attempt.
MarkH said on August 26, 2013 at 2:20 pm
Brian, please go further. What’s your point? That Christopher Lane and Delbert Belton “had it coming”? They’re not innocent victims that any of us, let alone the ‘audaciaous’ Kathleen Parker, could identify with, like the individuals you identified?
That’s not a racial question, either; victims are victims, including Trayvon.
Little Bird said on August 26, 2013 at 2:25 pm
I didn’t watch the awards, but boy HOWDY are there a ton of Miley gifs out on the ‘net right now! I watched one video and howled with laughter at Rhiannas reaction.
Prospero said on August 26, 2013 at 2:37 pm
Frightening as all hell sinkhole video.
Weird shit that comes out of the mouth of a self-proclaimed GOPer physicist.
I saw Cream in Boston once and some roadie used duct tape to attach Ginger Baker’s sticks to his hands. He was a pretty hard core junkie apparently, but somehow came out of it alright, like Bowie and Iggy and Lou Reed.
Nobody said anything of the sort Mark, although Parker comes close to saying the President promoted such a viewpoint. White people that get murdered in the USA are murdered by other white people, more than 80% of the time, just as most black victims of murder are murdered by black people. This is more a result of racially segregated (de facto) America than anything else.
My original comment on Parker’s olumn didn’t address race, just the utter vacuity of her fatuous argument.
And not to be indelicate, but is that percussive sound in the Wal-Mart video cheeks slapping together? That’s impressive. It is not her shoes on the floor.
brian stouder said on August 26, 2013 at 2:40 pm
That Christopher Lane and Delbert Belton “had it coming”?
MarkH – no.
Delbert could be anyone’s grandfather, and Lane could be anyone’s athletic brother or son.
Ms Parker attacks the president for identifying with Trayvon, and therefore flatly accuses him of attampting to incite a riot.
Your examples further buttress the point, and in fact the president COULD say that Delbert reminds him of his maternal grandfather…except there’s no need, since the police promptly arrested people in his case.
Recall that it took two months for the Sanford police to even arrest Zimmerman for summarily ending the life of the unarmed teenager that crossed his path.
That’s the point. The wheels of justice finally did turn (and the outcome is the outcome, which I accept even as I might not agree with it) –
but Fox-nation is still actively working to demonize the dead teenager, and anyone (certainly including the president) who dares to identify with him.
That’s the point
alex said on August 26, 2013 at 2:46 pm
MarkH, no one’s saying that anyone had it coming. The right-wing commentariat have been dredging up white crime victims in order to inaptly compare them to Trayvon, pretending that the so-called liberal media ignore white crime victims and make martyrs out of black ones, yada yada. You’d have to be pretty obtuse not to note that the authorities seldom have to be shamed into prosecuting black-on-white crimes, which is really what Trayvon’s story is all about. When Barack Obama says Trayvon could have been his son, he’s saying that male black youth are unfairly profiled no matter how privileged their backgrounds, and less likely to get justice when they’re victimized. Kathryn Parker’s just being an ass like Sean Hannity. Too bad. I really thought better of her.
Prospero said on August 26, 2013 at 3:03 pm
Was George Zimbo guilty of racial profiling even though he wasn’t and never could be an actual cop? No shit. Is that racism in practice resulting in homicide the chief cause of outrage over the incident. I think it’s clear the farther America gets from the reality of the shooting, there is more accumulated outrage over the idea that. thanks to the paleocon activist Scalito court and the Koch Bros. unlimited funds, state legislatures can be purchased for the purpose of advancing a nutso NRA agend that perverts American jurisprudential tradition and precedent with a law so heinous and twisted as SYG. And the only violence I heard of in the wake of the unjust version in Zimbo’s trial that the judge went out of her way to effect by bogus jury instructions was that loony racist that attacked Lester Chambers, when he was about to sing People Get Ready. That song will incite a riot every time with its blatant racial insensitivity. ALEC, and its purveyors, and their concentrated and vastly funded attack on the rule of law in the USA is the greatest threat to this country ever, enabled by the bullshit Citizens United SC decision.
Bowditch said on August 26, 2013 at 3:21 pm
Prospero, there’s an alternate hypothesis for the roadies taping the drumsticks to Ginger Baker’s hands. I recall a Blind Faith concert in 1969, where house security was hassling kids dancing at the front of the stage, and both drumsticks came flying at the guard, replaced from a ready store of spares as Baker’s signature backbeat complexities continued into the next measure without a pause. He was apparently known for such antics.
And Nancy, that’s some very warm brightwork reflecting an obviously happy nautical canine. Looks like you’re returning from a lovely, light air day on the water, with green to port.
brian stouder said on August 26, 2013 at 3:25 pm
ALEC, and its purveyors, and their concentrated and vastly funded attack on the rule of law in the USA is the greatest threat to this country ever
It is a great threat, but certainly not the greatest ever.
“Pop-Sov”/nullification plus the notion that one person can legitimately own another (lock, stock, and barrel, indeed)
is certainly the greatest threat the United States ever faced.
There is a woman named Brenda Wineapple who wrote what sounds like an excellent book called
“Ecstatic Nation: Confidence, Crisis, and Compromise, 1848-1877” …I was enthralled with an hour of her discussing that book (on C-SPAN, natch), and how she wrote it – and I shall definitely acquire and read it.
And I bet she addresses Pros’s theory directly, and offers some interesting possible answers
Prospero said on August 26, 2013 at 3:29 pm
Julie Harris was a truly great actress. Member of the Wedding is a particular favorite movie of mine. And The Haunting is pretty damned scary. She was also very good as a junkie in the Paul Newman detective movie Harper. Her portrayals of Mary Todd Lincoln and Emily Dickinson were spectacularly good. I didn’t know until just now there is a movie version of I Am a Camera, but I ordered it from Netflix. Ms. Harris also had a small part as Roz Carr in Gorillas in the Mist. Carr was a real-life role model for Diane Fossey, and I will watch this movie whenever it is on TeeVee, it’s that good. Julie Harris lived to 87 and led a life of great accomplishment. She died in Chatham, MA, a great place for your last spot on earth.
Prospero said on August 26, 2013 at 3:40 pm
Brian@36: I was not counting slavery in the equation, because it was a foundation stone of the founding of the Republic. Without it and the 3/5 rule, there would have been no union in the first place. And ALEC is clearly in some part a way back to those good ol’ days. And states rights? A frigging joke. And Mexico can have Tejas and FLA far as I’m concerned. I’d also suggest the enormity of the threat posed by ALEC and its purveyors is magnified by the shear mountains of cash involved.
Bowditch@35: Even better story. But he did seem somewhat debilitated when I saw them. Hellfire when the music started though. Have to admit, my original infatuation with Cream music was with Jack Bruce’s bass and singing voice. He was playing bass as fast as Clapton was playing six-string. In later years, Baker moved back to his original metier, hard bop, much as Charlie Watts is at heart a jazzman.
nancy said on August 26, 2013 at 3:47 pm
Close, but not light air. We started with a reef in the jib. I can’t tell you what it was blowing exactly, but you’re right — that was in the channel after we were under motor power again. It’s only calm because it’s sheltered.
Prospero said on August 26, 2013 at 4:34 pm
This sailing talk reminds me of my last trip on the briny in about a 26 footer. Great day on the water, but a sad ending. In Marblehead (or Marglehead) Harbor. Following the harbor charts, but the spring after the Blizzard of ’78. And that was the Good Lord Blizzard. Hit a large boulder. I broke my arm, my beloved ex and the mother of my perfect daughter hit a bulkhead compass with her face. We went to a party later that evening and I was treated like a criminal. Helmsman and boatowner Jerry had his hands in his khaki pockets and ripped them to the deck shoes. His girlfriend, that had been his legal secretary when he was still married to another, unconscious. I know first aid. Partly because of BSA, which in no way convinced me of homophobia, though I prefer otherwise, but mostly I know first aid because my dad was an ER doc and my mom a NPA. I always know what to do. Revived Joanne and moored the boat. It seems ridiculous, but a big sailboat under motor hitting an underwater boulder. Way bad. And when the injuries are sorted, it becomes painfully clear in the captain’s mind, the hull is cracked way down there by the gigantic lead weight that keeps the boat upright. That pooch loves the boat. I’m happy y’all were having so much fun. And I would have named the pooch Petey, but that is one magnificent dog.
brian stouder said on August 26, 2013 at 4:40 pm
beb said on August 26, 2013 at 4:47 pm
Watching Miley Cyrus twerking made me feel more than a little dirty. I bet this makes her daddy proud. I long for the days when singers came out and sang. And nothing else.
brian stouder said on August 26, 2013 at 4:56 pm
You sound like Ed Sullivan, right after Elvis Presley’s act!
coozledad said on August 26, 2013 at 5:30 pm
Parker forgot to mention Al Sharpton. I think she’s developed a tumor in her kneejerk racist neural pathway.
coozledad said on August 26, 2013 at 5:40 pm
The anniversary of the march on Washington has been a big one for whites weighing in on where blacks go wrong. George Will says it’s all the single black ladies having all them babies.
If those young black bucks would just start sniffing panties like George Will, then there would be less of the wrong kind of babies to make the crimes that make honest fellas like George Zimmerman fire randomly at people.
One day they’re going to find George Will hanging from a floor joist in his crawlspace by his bowtie, a jar of Hellman’s in one hand and his jumbo shrimp in the other.
Brandon said on August 26, 2013 at 5:56 pm
How many here knew the word “twerk” before this event? – ’cause I confess, I had no clue at all
I did. I probably heard about it when the Ying Yang Twins came out with their song, “Whistle While You Twerk.”
One more thing about Madonna. She posted on FB today that the grills stay! And it’s really an extension of the gold tooth she sported in the “Erotica” video.
mark said on August 26, 2013 at 6:19 pm
“She posted on FB today that the grills stay!”
What a relief!
Danny said on August 26, 2013 at 6:35 pm
Brian, it is a reference to the dog, Petey, from Little Rascals.
Sherri said on August 26, 2013 at 6:43 pm
Why I never expect journalism from ESPN: http://www.thenation.com/blog/175895/espn-journalists-speak-out-concussion-documentary
One thing mentioned in this story that isn’t often talked about is just how important ESPN is to the profitability of Disney. Live programming is increasingly important to advertisers, since it’s less likely to be DVR’ed, and ESPN has tons of it. Plus ESPN gets over $5 from every cable subscriber in the country. So if Disney and the NFL didn’t want ESPN’s journalists to rock the boat, that boat wasn’t going to be rocked.
Diane said on August 26, 2013 at 7:15 pm
I love the smile on Wendy’s face.
brian stouder said on August 26, 2013 at 8:12 pm
Danny – NOW it makes sense! (I was thinking we were headed for a ‘Rosebud’ moment)
BigHank53 said on August 26, 2013 at 10:31 pm
Beb, I’m quite sure that Miley Cyrus’ dad, one Billy Ray Cyrus, is indeed very proud of her. Or at least he’s proud of her bank balance, whose value he can probably name to the nearest quarter. When he was unable to follow up on the tacky kitsch of “Achy Breaky Heart” (merely typing the title causes my gorge to rise) he decided to do the next best thing: turn his daughter into prefab Disney tacky kitsch. Of course, once she hit puberty, Hannah Montana had to die, leaving little Ms. Cyrus without much of map towards adult success. Soft-core probably wasn’t the field she was expecting to wind up in, I expect, but who am I to criticize, especially when she has mattress stuffed full of Disney royalty checks to lie on while she mopes?
Expect to see her on some reality show for washed-up has-beens in about fifteen years.
simon said on May 25, 2014 at 3:01 pm
i have a dog just like yours! his a parson russell terrier and called “Dex” 🙂