re: White House exterior lights
Last year I walked out on the Ellipse one night to take a look at the White House. I asked one of the cops there about the lights. He said that they turned off the exterior lights around 11:00 p.m. each night.
What I’m wondering is why they haven’t gotten around to dismantling the 3-story Media stand on the the Lafayette Park side of Pennsylvania Ave. that is built for inaugural parades.
Maybe Joe’s not there.
. . .”Americans everywhere commented on how subdued, almost funeralesque, the mood among the Democrats appeared to be.
Take Nancy Pelosi, for example. When the cameraman inside the Capitol building twice zoomed in on fame whore Nancy Pelosi, she twice turned her back, hiding her face. Later in an outside shot, huge sunglasses covered her upper face while her mask was hiked up to her eyelashes. Perhaps her eyes were red from weeping, like last week. Perhaps...
Usually an inauguration is like Old Home Week. Aging politicians, regardless of their side of the aisle, greet each other like long lost cousins. The ever charismatic Bill Clinton waving and glad handing and hugging everyone. Hillary doing her patent point-and-wave action.
No one was acting like themselves. Small talk was strained and awkward. “Hillary” was 6” shorter than usual and didn’t do the point-and-wave.
And where was everyone!?!
When VP Dan Quayle was announced, not only was he alone but the other VPs ignored him. Where was Marilyn Quayle? Where was Dick Cheney? Where was Al Gore? Where was Bob Dole? Where was Dianne Feinstein? Where was Maxine Waters? AOC and Governor Cuomo both made a lame excuses to play hookey. Where was the new Mrs. Hunter Biden? Where were most of Congress’ spouses? Where were the three oldest Justices from the Supreme Court including the courageous Clarence Thomas?
Even the clothes were wrong. Everyone was dressed like a normal day at the office. Many of the women wore slacks, which are comfortable but rarely worn by ladies on Inauguration Day. Sartorial splendor was conspicuous by its embarrassing absence.
And what about all of that purple, eh!? It may be the color of royalty, but in Brazil and Thailand, it’s also the color of mourning.” . . .
(excerpted from article)