Like Ronald Reagan in 1985, Donald Trump is bowing to the elements and moving his inauguration indoors to the Capitol Rotunda, where only 500 guests can squeeze in to attend the ceremony. But that development isn’t putting a damper on the spirits of the tens of thousands of Trump followers who have traveled to Washington. Trump’s investiture isn’t so much an inauguration as a jubilant restoration, with the Biden presidency serving as an interregnum.
When I visited the Mayflower Hotel, located a few blocks from the White House, for breakfast at its ‘Edgar’ restaurant – named after former FBI director J. Edgar Hoover who lunched their every day with his chum (and inamorato?) Clyde Tolson – this morning to see a friend who is angling for a high-level post in the State Department, this venerable Washington establishment was pullulating with Trump supporters, some of whom were dressed in red, white and blue colours to celebrate the Great Man’s return.
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