Exactly what the hell are we celebrating, Washington?

Canadian Free Press ^ | January 21, 2013 | Dan Calabrese

[Cheerio]

Ever the provocateur, Rob was on Twitter ripping on Obama’s inaugural comments in real time, only to draw a rebuke from a member of the MSM who said that today he should “give it a rest” and “celebrate that we can do this peacefully.”

That got me thinking: Do what peacefully? Throw a huge, expensive party (regardless of who paid for it) so that official Washington can celebrate itself?

[Lancey Howard]

Exactly what the hell are we celebrating, Washington?

Who's this "we" kemo sabe?
The African communist scumbag sure isn't MY president.

[paul51]

there is nothing to celebrate in washington. Quite the contrary. The only ones celebrating are the ones feeding off the rest of us

[seenenuf]

Ditto to each point you made (#22?). I
I've come to realize that TV "news" is a detriment to enjoying the
time I have left on earth. CLICK!

While surfing on the car radio, during The Won’s speech yesterday, it took less than 30 seconds, before I thought of Hitler. Why? I just finished reading “In the Garden of Beast”. The telling via real correspondence of Hitler's moves in 1932-34, as related by the American Ambassador to Berlin - his Nazi loving daughter, etc. Germany was slow cooked and then dead. God help the USA!
(The film was a completely different P.O.V.)

[Gritty]

Instead of watching anything about the Coronation, er, Inauguration I went searching for a Bigfoot instead. I figured I had a better chance of finding one of them than seeing or hearing anything to make me either encouraged or proud about my country and our future.

Although I didn't find Bigfoot, I wasn't disappointed in the outcome. I managed to hold my blood pressure to non-exploding levels and the fascist orgasm gala apparently met all my lowest expectations.

I did accidentally tune in to the Preezy speaking at the Military Ball around midnight. Not only did he seem drugged and totally disassociated, but he halfheartedly needed to read his "compliments" of the military and his wife. And of course it was all about "me" and "I".

None of it was spontaneous or from the heart. He was like a doped automoton going through the motions who would rather be yukking it up in the Choom Wagon than attending a serious event to honor our military and their valor and sacrifices.

I turned it off almost immediately, wept once more for my country, went to bed, and prayed myself to sleep.