When we cats were kittens, we worked for an event planning firm in DC with a client that held a major event in the Capitol Rotunda. Now, the Rotunda is a lovely space. But it's not large — at least, not enough to have seated this particular client's retinue of major donors and supporters. Lots of people couldn't get in, so while the event was an overall success, behind the scenes it was a logistical nightmare.
This is what the Trumpsters must be going through right now, since Benedict Donald announced that Monday's cold weather forecast has forced his swearing-in indoors. Gee, that's too bad. Other thoughts:
On Inauguration Day 1961, the temperature in Washington was also in the low 20s. On top of that, the city had been walloped by a record snowstorm, and we all know how well DC copes with that. Nevertheless, people bundled up, the ceremony took place on the Capitol steps as usual, and John F. Kennedy spoke without a coat.
Before today's relocation, we couldn't read the weather forecast — which included wind gusts up to 30 mph — without wondering what Benedict Donald was going to do about his fake hair.
This is only partly about the weather. Social media accounts are reporting that DC has been dead as doornails, so nobody was expecting a lot of folks to show up anyway. (In 2009, when Barack Obama was sworn in, there were pre-inaugural parties in Washington for weeks.) The prospect of miles of empty folding chairs terrifies Trump.
It's delicious to think that, of the MAGAts who do flow in, many now will have rearranged their schedules, booked flights and hotels, and spent lots of money to see — nothing. We cats PURR.
(IMAGE: Governor Tim Walz of Minnesota nails it.)