For our noon date with the manager of a major lobbying firm. The whole "Capitol Hill" experience made us feel dirty. We were seated outside at a Starbucks, and at the table next to us three obvious Hill players were going over a list of congressmen they "absolutely needed" to push through the Omnibus Consolidated Bullshit Act of 2012. Meanwhile our date was telling us just how conservative she was, and how the Army had (shamefully) gone pussy and politically correct, which she knew because she'd been in the Army for eight years. Meanwhile we sipped our coffee and tried to smile, whilst pinching the skin in our leg to keep us from screaming "Get us out of this Hell!" Seriously, you could feel the power crackling up there, what with all the movers and shakers and players walking around in their sober suits with American flag lapel pins, all in a hurry to get things done, while we wished for a Japanese horror movie monster to appear and pick suits up at random and gulp them down. This town, or at least that part of it, should be destroyed. By Japanese horror movie monster preferably, but by any other means necessary if Rodan has another appointment.
The thing that truly amazes us is that people bring their kids on vacation here. What's to see? Well, there's the White House and the Washington Monument and Congress, all of which would have excited us as a child about as much as a trip to historic Williamsburg. We were dragged here as a child, and we remember walking about in the heat, whilst pretending (and it didn't take too much imagination) that we were an American participant in the Bataan Death March.
God, we hate this town. The British had the right idea in 1812, but they failed to burn everything completely. And to salt the earth afterwards.