The Kentucky Fancy Farm Picnic is Decadent and Depraved.

"NeanderPaul" showed up. Not much funnier than Tyler Collins' get up.

By: Jay (props to Adam)

Commentary.

Well, not really. But who could resist the temptation to drive to a town smaller than the small town I’m presently located in to see the national media and assorted radicals and miscreants descend upon Fancy Farm. In case you didn’t know, Fancy Farm’s yearly picnic is a town event hosted by St. Jerome’s Catholic parish, where media vultures gather around the body politick (Matt. 24;28). Maybe that’s not what the verse is referring to…but considering the exegetical skills of local preachers, we have every right to expect such a theory.

Gonzo style

I arrived in tie and nice shirt (as mom laid out for me to wear) and immediately began to sweat – both from the intense heat and the spectacle before me. As one Democratic commenter on this blog noted, I didn’t understand Fancy Farm, because I had never been. How true. But I did understand immediately how the theater works, inasmuch as it was a replay of my high school years. I’ll explain below.

I was first met by some old political hacks who spent several minutes explaining to me how the political process worked and it’s interaction with the media. He had been there when mayor Daley was exposed in Chicago, and when confronted by the media, “with one joke,” he told me, “wiped away the entire conspiracy,” and the investigative journalists lost. Sounds fun. Read more of this post