Quite a strange collection of loonies massing on Washington the last few days.
They are sad and bitter and feel they have no voice.
Their dreams are shattered and their hopes of a socialist utopia have again been quashed.
Life is good.
Huge flocks of Barking Moonbats descend on DC every once in a while. They're usually just a nuisance to be avoided.
Wish me luck. I have to go to work on the other side of all of that in a few minutes, and come back again through it this afternoon.