Back to the Future

There was going to be a celebration at the dump to honor 43’s second inauguration. Bill was bringing a pot of chicken soup. Lardass had signed up for pastrami sandwiches. Lefty was to bring Dr. Brown’s CelRay, Black Cherry, and Cream Soda tonics. Bob (from Dumptemps) had promised to bring his large projection TV … and Rajeed, copious quantities of tiny American flags. Richard (Dick) Head said he had some Jamaican kanja that would put us all in a jovial mood. And Lonny would bring her Victrola and collection of old left-wing songs (e.g. “Look for the Union Label”). The Big Cheese promised that he would let us all go home early … and I was charged with the potato salad, deviled eggs, salami, baked beans, cole slaw, ham salad, ten cases of beer, macaroni salad, and various and assorted breads.
We all got there early and toked up so that our appetites would be honed. By the time the Washington, DC festivities began at 11:30 PM, we had gone through all the stash, vittles and potables. And Hobart Melancholy, the intern, had been sent out twice for Sneeky Pete and Peppermint Schnapps (spending 485 dimes on “Not One Damn Dime Day”). By the time the president’s oath of office was in process we all were feeling no pain (as well as Susan and Lonny). On CNN we were shocked to see a great number of the crowd in front of the presidential box turn their backs on the proceedings to protest George Bush’s administration and re-election.
We all started laughing at this feeble attempt at civil disobedience. Waving our tiny Stars and Stripes we, to a man (and woman), then turned around and dropped trow … mooning the protestors. That is, all except Bill who was busy inspecting Susan’s and Lonny’s protestations.