You Can't Go Home Again

Had a stop in DC on the way back from Florida. We lived there for about three & a half years, at the tail end of the Slick Willie era & most of Shrub's first tenure. I liked living there - due to a lot of the reasons it drove my wife nuts, to be honest -  & always enjoyed going back. However long I had been gone I still felt at home, even in that rat's nest that Arlington calls its surface streets.

But now the sight of it just made me vaguely queasy. Now that Babyfinger, his hangers on & his apologists have insinuated themselves into the place so completely, there's a reeking stain on it. I don't know whether it'll be possible to get it out, even if he's eventually removed.