That’s always such a beautiful moment. It may be cruel and petty, but I love when she starts breaking down and crying, with that plop after she scraped some pie off her face. It is my sincere hope that she spent the rest of her life having flashbacks every time she saw a piece of pie. If I believed in a hell, I’d wish for her to be hit in the face by a pie every three seconds for eternity.
She’s not the worst person that ever lived, not by a long shot, but the world improved today, if only by an almost immeasurable amount.
ETA - It’s not as bad as vodka and grape juice, but nowhere near as good as vodka and orange or grapefruit juice. Which makes me wonder about the origin of the drink since she was a citrus spokeswoman.
Now I wish I had some vodka and apple juice on hand.
I will say this about Anita Bryant. I was born in '81 and before today I had never heard of her. She managed to awful herself right into complete irrelevance. Buh-bye.
