Nothing says summertime in DC like softball. The nation’s capital is renowned for offices from non-profits to lobbying firms to Congress filling up the Mall and every other softball diamond inside the Beltway.
You might have other, less plausible, ideas, but to me that's what appears to be going on at the conservative think tank, whose grounds have been obscured by ominous, barbed-wire-topped fencing for the past couple of weeks.
Since the photos below were taken, Heritage's Liberty Bell logo has been removed from the building's entrance and it appears that the forces behind this are now digging some sort of moat.
Given the organization's repeatedly-professed fondness for the prison camp in question, it's no surprise if they're remodeling to better approximate Gitmo (where "detainee procedures exceed the requirements of the U.S. Constitution, U.S. law, and customary international law.")
*I would like to dedicate this post to Thomas for being the best supervisor ever. In the history of the world.*
Today has been rather hectic for me. Not only did I arrive two hours late for work, having slept through my alarm, but I had absolutely no plans for the final day of the illustrious Free Food-A-Thon. My competitors confidently sauntered around the office as I spent an hour searching the internet in a minor state of crisis, looking for any event that I could attend. By midday, I had given up looking and decided to head to Capitol Hill without any plans whatsoever.
I wandered aimlessly around the area until I spotted the Heritage Foundation. I knew that no public events had been scheduled for today, but with all that money, they must have had some food somewhere.
I suspect that Tony has been waiting for me to write my next Food-A-Thon post so that he can see how much he needs to one-up me. How tricky of him...
11:30am: With my stomach growling and my blood sugar dropping, I hurried to the Heritage Foundation to attend the talk "China, Christianity, and the Advent of Reason." Although Heritage lets me down philosophically and spiritually everyday, I hoped (and dare I say, prayed?) that their thick wallets would not fail to provide me with sumptuous refreshments.
A day after I write a piece about making progress in the field of sexual health, I get bumped back two spaces. I take a bathroom break but something on the office TV stops me in my tracks en route from the cubicle to bladder relief.
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