My house.
My desk.
Steps of the Jefferson Memorial.
Jefferson himself. He owns joo metaphorically, and, in the case of his slaves, quite literally.
My glorious steed parked near the steps of the Capitol. Together, we are like one, impatient spirit.
The Capitol, workplace of our country's most collectively despised and yet honored citizens.
The Supreme Court. Chief Justice Roberts was clearly not in the house this day, for it is not overflowing with dancing hoes and playas eager to sip Tanqueray with the man.
Pro-life douches. Some might say it's noble and brave that they're standing up for what they believe. To these I say that no one gets commendation for being a strong-willed dumbass. To earn praise, you also have to be right. If these assholes really wanted to reduce the number of abortions that took place in this country, they'd be lobbying for subsidized birth control and sex education that acknowledges the possibility of sex. Assholes. Oh man.
A Lunar Module in the National Air & Space Museum. This is a genuine flight article that would have been flown on one of the later Apollo lunar missions. These missions were canceled to save money and a Saturn V to launch Skylab.
This is the camera from Surveyor 3. Surveyor 3 was an unmanned spacecraft that landed softly on the Ocean of Storms (a lava flow on the Moon) in 1967. It took photographs and scraped the surface with a retractable robotic arm (not unlike Mars Phoenix is doing now a bit further from Earth). In 1969, the crew of Apollo 12 landed several hundred yards away, approached it, took photographs of the occasion, and removed the camera mounted on the top surface of the lander. It now sits on display in the Air&Space Museum facing ugly tourists instead of an incredible panorama of Surveyor Crater on the surface of the Moon.
Iwo Jima Memorial. This is on my route to the Memorial Bridge between downtown Arlington and Arlington National Cemetery, so I get to see it a lot. I always stop to gaze for a minute. It's a pretty powerful monument and something large and imposing to live up to.
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There are additional images in this directory that I didn't believe my captions could do justice. Four photos contain the text on the walls of the Jefferson Memorial which you can read and obtain context from the wikipedia article.
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Update
Inside of the original propeller spinner for the Spirit of St. Louis. The first part of Lindbergh's flight was to fly from San Diego, California, to Long Island, New York. From there he would fly to Le Borget Field in Paris. When he landed in Long Island, cracks in the propeller spinner (above) were discovered, and a new one was quickly manufactured. Since this one was intended to fly across the Atlantic Ocean, people involved with the project [construction of the plane, fund raising, flight planning, etc] signed their names to the inside. The swastika in the center surely receives much attention, but in fact it has no relation to the Nazi emblem. It's simply a symbol that has been around for thousands of years meant to convey good luck. This version differs from what later became the official Nazi insignia in two distinct ways: it is not rotated 45 degrees, and the arms of the swastika are oriented in the opposite direction. Clearly, I took a photo of it anyway because everyone loves the hint of a good scandal.
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