... A day without Anita Bryant is like a day without a strident, bigoted harpy screeching her ill-informed prejudices in your face.

For the record: I'm a straight, married, white male septuagenarian with a low tolerance for sanctimonious jerks.

That read “A day without human rights is like a day without orange juice.” at an anti-Anita rally in DC when she was on her campaign of hate. I proudly wore it to my first out-of-closet Gay Pride parade in DC, their second,I think. I was with my boyfriend and still my husband; a local TV cameraman asked if he could take a shot adding “I won’t get your face in it.” I said “It’s okay, to get my face.” So I saw it on the Nightly News at Eleven! A few of my coworkers told me the next day “I saw you on TV last night.” ,Bless’ them all, no one ever scorned me that I was aware of. (I had no idea that she was only three days younger than I.)

PS I won’t miss her at all.

Apparently Anita never accepted that.
I can't imagine that after holding a grand child in your arms that you could ever reject them.
I hope that granddaughter lives a long and happy life.

Even the Southern (Confederate) Baptists rejected her as a candidate, since her primary characteristics were her homophobia and (this was commented on) her continuous carrying of a small Bible as a stage prop.

Fuck Anita Bryant.

"And I hope Anita Bryant never does one of my songs." - Jimmy Buffett. (Live version of Manana )