La Jolla Country Day School, La Jolla, CA.
Ah yes.
A fine institution, really, and a good place to have spent grades 6-12 (except 10, spent at St. Edward's School in Oxford, UK). The school has produced some truly fine folks; civic leaders, world-class athletes, captains of industry, movers and shakers in virtually every worldly discipline, and, naturally, my brother and me. That's what the school was for, to prepare some smart and lucky kids to charge headlong out into the world and make a true difference. A loud and positive difference. The school's charter is such that the United Nations should envy and adopt it. Tragically, even the attacks of 9/11 came knocking on the school gates; Deora Bodley, class of 2000 I think, was on the plane that crashed in PA. Too sad for words. Despite some of my snottier classmates, I am proud to be a LJCDS grad of the Class of 1986, and I still maintain some very close friendships from those days.
Regretably not all of LJCDS's former students are such wonderful people. Tucker Carlson, the snivelling self-important bow-tied ham-faced host of CNN's "Crossfire" is one such person. He was a year below me, and I don't remember if he graduated from CD or not. It doesn't matter. Oh, he charged headlong out into the world, alright, only to become an addle-brained, tongue-tied, irrelevant, whining mouthpiece for all things hardcore Republican. Maybe not even Republican necessarily. Maybe just for all things that nobody with a brain in their head gives a good goddamn about. A complete waste of airtime. An endless diarrhetic barrage of meaningless words forming semi-coherent sentences, delivered with all the talent, erudition, and wit of a box of nails. And that voice... like an ice pick to the brain stem.
So thank god for John Stewart. Watch this:
mediamatters.org
Watching Tucker get his tongue served to him a fajita and seeing him squirm was delightful. He was a pompous blowhard asshole in school lo those many years ago, and he's an even bigger pompous blowhard asshole now. I think I'll write my old school and suggest that they disavow any relationship with him. Even though you, dear reader, most likely went to a different school, I'd urge you to do the same. Mention my name and get a good seat at www.ljcds.org. The little boy with the bow tie must be deflated.