I'd love to have something clever
and/or snarky about the fiscal cliff, etc., but I'll defer to The
Gormogons instead. Their cleverness is better than anything I could ever
come up with.
Anyway...
Every year I start a post about the
President's vacation in Kailua, and every year I delete it because it
seems so pointless.
This year it surfaced again since we
happened to be in Washington, and Barry was not. So I finally decided to
tell my tale, regardless.
Normally I wouldn't give a fat rat's
ass where The Pres takes his vacay, but this hits home for me. I've
experienced the clusterfuck first hand.
Back in 2008, our Hawaii vacation
coincided with the soon-to-be First Family's.
We had been to Kailua before. It's a
very relaxed place with quiet beaches on the windward side of Oahu.
Our vacation was planned eight months
in advance with a considerable amount of saving involved. Even if we
knew how insane Oahu would be, changing dates was pretty much out of
the question.
All traffic in the little town of
Kailua came to a crushing standstill thanks to a confluence of
issues: the roving bands of groupies hoping to catch a glimpse of
Barry, the land-locked nature of certain areas of the town, and what
I assume was the security detail for the future Pres. A trip across
town that would take five minutes took nearly an hour.
The biggest travesty was the condition
of two of the world's most beautiful beaches.
Instead, Kailua and Lanikai beaches
looked like the Jersey Shore on the 4th of July, but with even more
loutish behavior. There were people who apparently thought it was a
nude beach – or just didn't care, there was public urinating, and
monumental swath of garbage left behind. Apparently this is repeated
every Christmas now.
My point is, if I brought that kind
havoc and upheaval upon a sleepy little town, I sure as hell wouldn't
do it again.
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