Look Boss; da plane, da plane!

So in an era when it is fashionable to deride private business execs for using corporate jets and taking luxury retreats, we are going to load up a Boeing-747 (Air Force One) and fly it one hundred miles from D.C. to Williamsburg, Virginia for a luxury spa retreat weekend with the whole Dem political gang (who have to merely ride a chartered Amtrak with helicopter security overhead). In addition, we have to fly the presidential limo down there and bring in Marine helicopters, not to mention the enormous Secret Service security apparatus. All of this for a political retreat with $75 seaweed wraps to talk about the plan to take over the country and impose martial law. Why couldn't the prez of the little people ride for two hours in his limo down there? Are they afraid something might happen along the highways in Virginia? If he really has a hankering to fly the Platinum-Plated Skies he could buzz Kentucky and see the real suffering of the real people in this horrible ice storm (Algore, call your office).
Can anyone spell H-Y-P-O-C-R-I-S-Y?