Last week when I mentioned that this year's Presidential Inauguration was something so weighty and momentous that it was hard to find humor in it, that was because I hadn't yet seen any of the proceedings. Then later during the weekend, I watched about 30 minutes of the pre-Tuesday celebration before I realized it wasn't MTV's coverage of Spring Break. Other than all the winter coats, everything else was virtually identical, right down to the Madeline Albright keg stands.
People partied in Washington for days leading up to the Inauguration. And not just your average Joes and political big wigs. So many musicians and Hollywood celebrities were on hand I thought an intervention for Robert Downey Jr. had broken out. From the first speech given sometime Saturday or Sunday to the last Inaugural Ball Tuesday night, the length of the entire event just missed beating out the Oscars in terms of TV coverage.
By the time Tuesday rolled around, we all saw the images of the massive number of people gathered on the Mall in front of the Capitol. The crowd was so large it nearly rivaled what is usually found at the DMV. For some, the experience had to be a little like going to the DMV - like the inability to see the front of the crowd or to clearly hear what was being said. Of course despite those pratfalls, most people were filled with incredible hope and optimism, whereas the DMV leaves most people feeling like souless, vindictive, spine-crushing creatures. Kind of like a less powerful Vladimir Putin - "If all you people don't get out of my way, I will poison you."
I say "less powerful" because Putin actually has his goons poison people, while I'm not able to rely on goons. Not yet, anyway. (I hope he's not a regular reader of this blog.)
Anyway, I forget my point. But I bet Madeline Albright could drink Putin under the table. And he's Russian, so that's saying something.
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