And here we are.
The pale riders have been revamped to sport DayGlo spray-ons and ride in goldplated jets.
Who in their goofiest nightmares could have imagined this inauguration?
Tell me all about the hideous I-can’t-fucking-believe-it pageantry in the comments, and let’s send our righteous vibes to the marchers, particularly among our Crassholes.
The Grand Inquisitor will be live tweeting from the parade route, at least until we get arrested or have the common sense to go to the bar.
Additional image information – “Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse“, Arild Rosenkrantz
