while the Nitwit and his guests eat quail and other exotic delicacies. I prefer cake to quail, actually–the point is, it wasn’t exactly sensitive of the White House to publicize the menu for dinner with the heads of state from G20 countries. While most of us are stretching the food stamps and finding ingenious ways to prepare lentils, not only do these bastards have the audacity to throw a party, but they flaunt it! You’d think they don’t care…oh, that’s right: they don’t.
The Nitwit undoubtedly feels depressed about having to vacate his comfy digs soon, and he just wanted to throw one last blowout before going. He knows he can shove it in our faces: nobody’s going to confront him now; we’re all hanging by a thread, waiting for January 20th.
They know the gig’s over. They’ve raided every last corner of America, gotten every last dime they’re going to get. They’ll go peacefully, even graciously, if recent events are any indication. Why not? Like I said, they got what they came for.
If change wasn’t imminent, I swear I’d be ready to storm the barricades. If ever this country were ripe for revolution, now’s the time. If anything gets in the way of the inauguration, if they do anything to stop this change, we should be ready. It wouldn’t hurt to brush up on French history.
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Fruitwood-smoked Quail with Quince Gastrique
Landmark Chardonnay “Damaris Reserve” 2006
Thyme-roasted Rack of Lamb
Tomato, Fennel and Eggplant Fondue
Shafer Cabernet “Hillside Select” 2003
Lolla Rosa, Red Oak and Endive
Baked Vermont Brie with Walnut Crostini
Chandon Étoile Rosé