Arrr! The salty tale of snowball brawls and why we hoist the inauguration 'neath a roof, matey!
2025-01-18
Arrr, matey! With the grand swearing-in now holed up in the Capitol's belly, the landlubbers in the House and Senate be steamin' like a pot o' grog, arguin' over who gets to join the jolly hullabaloo! A right mess, I tell ye!
Arrr, gather 'round ye scallywags, fer the tales of the inauguration of President-elect Trump be a right frosty affair! Word be circulating that the House and Senate be all in a tizzy o'er who be gracin' the hallowed halls of the Capitol Rotunda come Monday. Aye, they be askin' lawmakers to resubmit their papers like a crew of lost pirates tryin' to find their treasure map!Now, here’s the rub: there be no “plus-ones,” and the attendance o' spouses be as uncertain as a ship in a stormy sea! Some members be hankerin’ to sneak in governors and other fancy folk, but who knows if they'll be allowed. With a measly 600 souls fit to enter, they be tighter than a ship's hold on a stormy night, and the cold be kept the landlubbers at bay, thank the sea gods!
But beware, mateys! A snowstorm be a-comin', and there be whispers of snowball fights that could turn into a ruckus fit to shiver yer timbers! Aye, the weather be the real captain of this ship, and all hands must be ready for a comical, slippery adventure. So hoist the sails and prepare for the wildest inauguration o' the century, 'cause this be one for the history books, 'tis true!