RX: "The power was out in Washington, D.C., too."Look, I personally believe that there's a reason our genius forefathers parked the national capital in a malarial swamp with a summertime climate that would make a hardened steamship stoker whimper, and everybody who lives there is experiencing it right now: It's hard to get much onerous legislatin' done when you're melting.
Me: "I know, and they're actually restoring it! Idiots."
RX: "Well, it turns out that regular people live there, too."
Me: *grimly* "Sometimes sacrifices have to be made."
All lawmaking and regulation-writing for the federal government should have to be done inside the boundaries of the District of Columbia proper between the months of May and September, and possession of an electric fan or air conditioning unit within the confines described by I-495 should be a hanging offense, because we don't want them to be able to luxuriate in their refrigerated homes at night, then dash into the office to scribble stuff down for five minutes before the sweat drips off their brows and makes the ink all blotchy. Getting sent to D.C. should be a punishment detail, not a sort of Club Med for power-mad narcissists.
As an interesting aside, the NBC TeeWee morning program has been all about "How to survive a heat wave!" and "Best exercise routines for a hot day!" and "What to do when your power goes out!" and "Is organic tofu safe to eat if it's gone unrefrigerated?" for days now, ever since the first flirtation with high temps in NYC and now through the storm recovery in the nation's capital. I swear, a whole city between the Appalachians and the Rockies would have to be scoured from the face of the earth to get as much airtime as a Manhattanite breaking a sweat or a Washingtonian unable to recharge their Blackberry.
No word yet if people have resorted to cannibalism in RFK Stadium, or if Barack Obama hates white people.