Mamamontezz's Mental Rumpus Room

Okay, I've had it.

I'm sick to death of hearing the moaning and bellyaching about the inauguration and all the extravagence and pomp and conspicuous pagentry when there are soooo many people suffering in *fill in third wold country of choice* from the disasterous *fill in catastrophy of choice* and we should be spending the government's money theeeeeere instead of on King George.

Bullshit.

Since when did Sri Lanka, Indonesia, and Thailand become territories of the United States, entitled to protection and guarantees of assistance from the taxpayers of this country and this country damned near alone? Japan is the only other nation pledging an equivalent sum. The rest of the world with relatively few exceptions are like a booth full of mooching relatives who insist on doing their own math when splitting up a large check and conveniently "forget" to include their share of the appetizers or to leave a tip, sticking someone else with making up the difference.

And since when was it required that the United States give up so that the citizens of the EU would not have to make any sort of sacrifice? Do you believe for one sane second that a European head of state would postpone or curtail his or her inaugural plans for anything that occured outside of the borders of their own little fiefdom? Think again.

Also, since when did the taxpayers take over paying for the many inaugural events? Like, never? The various balls and events are being thrown by private citizens and corporations, funding them with their own money or by selling tickets to persons wealthy enough to be able to afford the glitzy formalwear and the multi-thousand dollar check for rubber chicken and frozen cheesecake. If these are the parties that are being thrown by cheating the taxpayers, it must be because according to some malcontents' logic these dollars from the evil rich who should have been paid as taxes so these same eeevil rich wouldn't have the resources to attend an inaugural party, much less throw one in the first place. Give that designer gown to Steam-grate Betty down on E Street so she'll be the bell of the bus stop when she hangs out in there to pick up dropped change or intimidate teenagers out of their lunches.

All of the thuggery and name calling has no more to do with the Tsunami than Colonel Sanders had with Sputnik. It has nothing to do with conscience and everything to do with Sour Grapes.