The End of Days

I've been in DC for almost a week now, and it is positively one of the weirdest places I have ever been right now. Congress is back in session, giving the town some "normalcy." Yet, there is nothing normal, as the Trump people move in, and the Obama people move out. They have the chairs set for the inauguration at the capitol, and White House Twitter accounts are starting to be "archived." One group of people is having "goodbye happy hours" and being sad, and the other is arriving to take over the place.

Washington is a really, really liberal place. This city hates Donald Trump. For the most part, even the traditional allies in NOVA that make their money on defense contracts despise this man. The mood over this city has been according to those feelings. People are concerned about the amount of damage he'll do, decrying the people coming here for the inauguration, and just generally moping. There's a lot of turnover in this city, and it's not a nice thing right now.

If I had to choose between this city feeling excited for a beginning and feeling like it's an ending, this is definitely an ending. No one has a clue what the mad man our heartland has inflicted on us will do. No one is comfortable with the future. This is not George W. Bush coming to town in 2001, or Barack Obama in 2009. This is a scary time. We are about to be ruled by an idiot.