It’s a multiple-byline story, but whoever the main writer is managed to be both understated and brutal.
Shortly after 10 a.m., Trump drove down Pennsylvania Avenue in his motorcade, greeting the cheering protesters — nearly all of them without masks — who ran to the side of Freedom Plaza to catch a glimpse. The president, who has refused to concede or allow a formal transition to begin, smiled and waved from a car window as people filled the street to follow behind him.
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As his most ardent fans remained in Washington to fight for what many of them considered to be among the most important causes of their lifetimes, the president headed to Trump National in the Virginia suburbs for a round of golf.
There were counter-protesters who got harassed, but then there was this guy, who deliberately gave them the finger to their faces — but was too subtle? Or too smart?
Marching with them was D.C. resident Justin Anthony, who waved a satirical sign that read, “Sue anyone who did not vote for this great American.”
He led chants to the tune of “Count only Trump votes” and danced around in a large mock police uniform with the name “Officer Pudge” on its badge.
Almost no one got it, he said. They joined in, asked for pictures, cheered.
“It’s crazy,” he said. “Like, they really don’t see how insane this is.”
We don’t need any more superspreader events, of course, but these folks seem bound and determined to create them. I wish ill to no one, but damn, these folks sure do seem to be asking for it.
About 200 of the president’s backers had gathered Friday night at Harry’s Restaurant, a popular downtown gathering spot for Proud Boys and other right-wing groups. It was later fined $1,000 for allowing patrons to go without masks and failing to space out its tables, according to the D.C. Alcoholic Beverage Regulation Administration.
We may have elected some sanity to the executive branch, but I’m seeing more clearly than I ever have how batshit crazy this country is.