
View from the barricade of the 'security checkpoints' on the other side.

Pages of LAKE Magazine seen inside the gate, seen from outside the gate. How amazingly random.

View of 'safety officials' telling what I assume are jokes (they were laughing) instead of letting 70,000 freezing humans in through the funnel of death. Angry mob ensued.
Not even half way yet…keep waiting. A taller person took this shot for me, as all I could see were backs)
I will say one thing: public safety at the Inauguration was the topic of conversation over the last few months. But, there’s a difference between putting public safety plans into a working order and inducing a mob-mentality.

Betta watch out, he's not playing.
Here is a sniper I saw atop a rooftop near our line waiting to get in… this was at 8:35 a.m. outside the Purple Gate at Lousiana and 2nd Street.
So we made out way out of the Apartment in Capitol Hill at around 7:45 – 8am and walked around the Capitol building to our ‘designated gate’ where large signs were pointing us where to go. That was nice, everyone knew where they were going…UNTIL… you get there.
All of the lines converged on each other — yellow ticket holders were in a line that blocked entryway into Purple ticket holder’s gates and line. When we finally made it to our ‘gate’ – we still had to find the line out of the mass of people gathered in a huge bottleneck before us. So we made our way down there – only to stop and filter in at what we thought was the halfway point. I wouldn’t say we cut in line, we just made the line a little wider. Well, apparently everyone else had the same idea, just further up the line than we were, which left us at the back, technically – but not at the very back.
We waited there for an eternity – and about 1.5 hours into it we had been pushed up against the large black-grated fences. The fences were running parallel to the 12 security checkpoints inside the gates, and the fence couldn’t be passed through, but ran you to the ‘funnel point’ (aka funnel of death) where you supposedly showed your ticket and moved into the secured perimeter and got ‘k-9′d’, and had to empty your pockets, etc. It didn’t take long to get frustrated, and even trying to stay positive turned nightmarish for even the most optimistic of attendees. We watched, faces planted against the fence for the better part of 3 hours in the cold – as person after person went in, and our line moved maybe a foot every 20 minutes. We knew if we could just turn the corner and get to the funnel point, we had a chance – but at that point (about 50-60 yards from the funnel point) we saw the motorcade swoop into the Capitol area and the crowds went crazy. We knew the show was starting, and we were not even through the gates.
I saw a lady get trampled. I was almost trampled. We had to make it. I am only 4’11, so I couldn’t see anything other than that gate the whole time (and the copy of some pieces of LAKE Magazine I saw inside the gates … seen at left). People were shouting ‘LET US IN! LET US IN!’ or PURPLE! PURPLE! YES WE CAN! YES WE CAN! – This couple from New york were yelling at the officers as they passed on the other side of the fence demanding to know what was going on…everytime they did, the people around them (including me) got more and more restless..and more and more on edge. When I saw the motorcade go through and heard the ceremony start, I started crying … I couldn’t believe I had made it that far, only to not make it in the gate. I started yelling at people blocking the gates that had been let in, only to have their party left behind them outside – and they wouldn’t let anyone else in until they made it through the security checkpoints.
But at last, a surge of movement pushed us around the corner … and we were spit out the other side of the funnel point. When we got there I looked over to the fence, only to see thousands of people still pressed against the fences – with no chance of getting in to see it in time.
We made our way through the security checkpoint in literally 1 minute – all I had to do was empty my pockets if you believe that. No frisking, not even a sniff from the K9. Then we high-tailed it to our section in a dead sprint.