Pres-Elect Barack Obama and Vice President-Elect Joe Biden yesterday (Jan. 17, 2009) in Wilmington, Delaware as they rode a special train into Washington, D.C., ahead of Tuesday's inauguration. The overwrought Buzzflash referred to it as the "train bound for glory."
I really should be writing more about what's going on here in Washington, D.C., this weekend as we build up toward Obama's inauguration on Tuesday.
The city is filling up with all sorts of people ... the local population is energized and excited, people going around saying "Happy Inauguration" as if it were "Happy Holidays" or "Merry Christmas" ... There is a lot going on ... including a big concert down by the Lincoln Memorial today that includes Bruce Springsteen.
I wasn't in the mood to walk down there and stand in the cold among the throngs waiting for a glimpse of "The Boss" or even Bono, much less frickin' Beyonce (why do I hate her so much??)
Pictures of Obama are everywhere, along with stores that have sprung up briskly selling Obama merchandise ... Despite the slight cult - of - personality feel to some of it, overall it is a good thing.
There is no doubt he's bringing hope to many people. The Audacity of Hope. Indeed.
Here is a screen shot of our WaHoPo.com in full Obama-mania mode today, Jan. 18, 2009, even if its neutered "conventional wisdom" editorial board spent the last 8 years apologizing for nearly all of Bush's war crimes (save for the torture issue -- they were actually pretty good about condemning that).
But before moving on to the good things, let us bear witness to the past 8 years ...
As the catastrophic and criminal Bush
-- an era/error that should never have happened, but that DID happen ... thanks to a strange sort of a Fate or GOD that thrives on mayhem, wrongdoing, and suffering of innocents ... and, in a more earthly and direct sense, due to a hideous and historically criminal combination of a rightwing Supreme Court coup in 2000 (HEY, THREE FINGERS TONY, HOW YOU DOOIN'??) and the Republican Death Star ... enabled by compliant and complicit corporate media whores (can you say "Washington Post Editorial Board"?) ... a pussy Democratic opposition ... and the American electorate's overall dumbness (but why dwell on the past??) -- let us review the last nightmare 8 years with a Keith Olbermann retrospective aired on "Countdown" a few days ago.
Yes, Olbermann can be a real egomaniac and I find him tiring sometimes, but this one was good, at least I thought so.
DISCLOSURE: I went there with Gary and Kristof -- and the following represents only my opinions, not theirs.
Last night, seeking to avoid the monthly Saturday night "Bare" lesbian event at Cobalt, I went to Town, which was actually having an "Obama Inauguration" - themed party that consisted solely of having some flag banners over the dance floors and the giant screen TVs that loom enormously on the upper walls showing the same clips over and over of Obama giving a speech the night of his election victory in November.
As for Town, it is pretty much your run-of-the-mill version of any shitty gay nightclub this side of A.D. 2000 in D.C., or for that matter, L.A., and the gay community's crystal meth, ecstasy, and body building steroid epidemics ...
... sort of like the generic one pictured at left that I got off the internet ... with the usual obscene prices (all the more self defeating in a time of impending deflationary depression), life-draining fascism of beauty and other anti-life values ... stupid "IK - CHA - IK - CHA - IK- CHA - CHA - CHA" dance beat applied to every idiotic Beyonce or Katy Perry song ... bartenders expecting huge tips even as they just sneer at you when you go to order (I didn't leave a tip to the one who was extra rude since I don't give a shit anymore and I'm not going to be that big a patsy) ... and on and on ...
I also have a few other things to relate. Quill's family dog, Bernice, died yesterday, or rather was put down, as she no longer could walk and was in rapid decline. I'll write more about her but not in this entry. This isn't the entry for that.
Bernice in the back seat of the family van in a photo taken either in Sept. 2007 or June 2008 (I didn't date it) in Silver Spring, Md. Goodbye, my puppy love.
Coincidentally, Stephanie and Phil are in the process of adopting a new dog.
Yesterday afternoon, I had a nice lunch at the 94th Aerosquadron in College Park with my mom and Ray. Toward the end of lunch, though, an overhead pipe burst and water was gushing wildly into the restaurant area (about 20 feet from us), and the place was hurriedly closed and the power turned off. The pipe burst possibly because of the recent cold wave.
Speaking of cold waves and the weather, I've been mentally deranged apoplectic over the total dearth of snow in D.C.
An image of the U.S. Capitol Building on a RARE snowy night, 21 Jan. 2007, I got off the internet.
Yes, there is a chance of 1/2" tomorrow night, but I'll believe it when I see it. It's all the more vexing as it is has been so cold this past week. We've been in a five year snow drought even as Boston, Chicago, and, hell, even Seattle, got buried. I'm so sick of hearing how Marquette, Michigan has had, like, 257" of snow this season while DCA has had "trace."
OK, that's all for now. Yay, I made it through an entry without a single Mr. Sirius (I, Robot) reference. Instead, I'll write about him, or rather, my mental disorder that has nothing to do with him and instead is all about me inside my head, on my other blog. Or maybe it's just what Dr. P. said -- this strange idealization -- and so giving it up, that is, losing it would be like losing this sense of ideal self.
And there ya' go.