Earlier today I was talking to a friend whose train in Philadelphia was stuck at the station waiting for the Obama-pretending-he’s-Lincoln train finally would move so all the other trains could resume their schedules.
One hundred and thirty-seven miles of train tracks were inconvenienced for the ocasion, as if Amtrak didn’t already have enough delays.
Later I talked to another friend, one in DC, who has no plans to leave her house for the next few days since DC is basically under lockdown already as all the bridges are being closed, also for the days-long inauguration.
“We know that the American people are facing adversity, and the time has come to pick ourselves up once again,” Obama said.
Hey, it’s all for the adoration: As James (who lives in the metro Washington DC area) puts it,
So, why in blazes is he pretending that this is 1860 and he’s arriving in DC for the first time from his home state?
We’re quite literally shutting down DC next Tuesday for him. All day. In fact, roads are already closing in anticipation of his inaugural. There are concerts going on this weekend. He’ll be sworn in at noon Tuesday, have a parade that lasts almost until dark, and have fancy ball after fancy ball going into the wee hours of the night. How much adulation does this guy need?
The apotheosis, that’s what.