It’s 99 in Washington DC. They’ve closed the airports for … checks notes … safety. There’s some kind of major event happening here to celebrate 250 years of … double checks notes … freedom?

But in my youthful mind, Fugazi is playing on the National Mall, screaming at the top of their lungs, amps pegged to 11, and the crowd is sweating and the world has realigned to spinning the way it’s meant to spin.