Play nice.

Good evening Matt, Josh, company, and all of America.

I cannot Tweet anything, but I can tell you that as I type this I am sitting in the very building the transition was (and continues to be) housed in, between 5th and 6th and D and E Streets.

I want to just give you a sample of what is going on down here. I drove in today at 3 p.m. with the intention of parking in my building, doing some work, waking up at 4, and being at my post at 5 a.m. I am a PIC volunteer (as well as a DOJ attorney), and I will be working the parade route.

Of course, my plans were thwarted when I was told that I could park here all day--but not tomorrow. So I trekked back out to New Carrolton Metro, about 20 miles away, and metro'd in.

At 4:15 the metro was crammed. I mean crammed. And everyone who was on it was wearing Obama gear and palpably excited. Many carried pillows.

I got off at Gallery Place and emerged into an area that is like Mardi Gras and Christmas and New Year's all rolled into one. Thousands and thousands of people were milling in the blocks surrounding the Verizon Center. Vendors sold every conceivable piece of Obama gear imaginable. If you want a muffler with Obama's face painted on it, I swear to God I would be you could find one no more than three blocks from where I sit.

As I walked to my office, a motorcade went by. Those who live here know the difference between a Presidential motorcade and a motorcade for someone like a Secretary of State or Defense. And the one that was coming by was clearly a Presidential motorcade.

There was a family standing behind me as I stopped to watch, and as the telltale three or four or five motorcycles that preceed a motorcade passed, I told the family--who were clearly not from D.C.--to keep a sharp eye, because Obama was passing.

"What?" the mother asked.

"Obama is getting ready to pass by right now."

The crowds on each side of the street went nuts. I mean, Baetles-at-Shea crazy. And as the limo passed by I realized that having worked for the campaign as a violunteer for a year, this moment was as close as I was likely to get to the man himself.

I turned when the motorcade passed, and the mother and the father standing beside me were crying and holding each other and their kids. "Our day, baby. It's our day tomorrow."

Well, hell. You'd have to be a robot not to cry at a scene like that.

The whole city is beyond my ability to describe right now. It's nothing I have ever seen.

In two hours I will try to sleep through the constant sirens and the celebrations, but I probably won't. The next 24 hours is pure adrenaline, for me and a lot of people.

It's great to actually be here.

Did Matt get stuck in traffic?

Congratulations on your expansion! However, I have one concern that bringing people on board such as Matt Cooper will dilute the truth factor, due to their long term entrenchment within the mainstream media establishment.

I seek out sites such as yours to get away from people like Matt Cooper! Matt Cooper today, Judith Miller tomorrow?!