I went to D.C. for the march. When I bought my plane tickets, I didn't care about anything but making sure I was there for the march. The best deal was to land at about 1:30 in the morning on inauguration day. As the trip neared, I decided I'd also make it for the inauguration itself, my "Free Pussy Riot" shirt at the ready.
There's a lot of whinging on the part of our VOTUS (Voldemort Of The United States) and his death eaters about the attendance numbers being reported. I was in line for the secured section on the mall starting at about 9 a.m., having wandered first past those waiting with tickets. Being an old hand at Springsteen concerts, I ultimately made it through at 10:45 a.m. Those VOTUS supporters who waited patiently in line the entire time, as folks like me weaved and bobbed their way far in front of them, had been in line four hours at that point.
When my feet hit the ground of the secured area, I stopped and took a picture facing the Washington Memorial and then flipped and took a picture of the Capitol. Here are the two I took at 10:50 a.m.
When I arrived at my spot, right at the barrier separating the non-ticketed from the ticketed, I took two additional photos, both at 10:57 a.m. One is the direction I was facing and one was one in the other direction, about a football field's length away, where a Jumbotron was set up.
The money shot was that last one. You don't really get a sense of the amount of space available for people to have been on the mall watching the events for real. Thousands upon thousands upon thousands could have joined. But none did. But the ones who did come to watch history in the making, to see their guy take his oaf of office, to take part in their fucked-up revolution? They all watched it on the big screen.
They have made a reality TV star our VOTUS. And they are only comfortable seeing him on the screen.
Reality TV bites.