Thursday, January 22, 2009

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

President Obama Day

Today I got in my car on my way to work today and heard the words "President Barack Obama" and "former President Bush"...and it was quite something to finally hear after a torturous last --mmm, 8 years now, really. "Horrible downward spiral" is right, Will Ferrell. They said immediately after the inauguration itself, former President Bush --love those words-- was whisked away to an awaiting jet in a whirlybird, bound for a huge ranch in WhoWouldJesusBomb, Texas.



As I later watched streaming in high definition on company bandwidth, Senator Barack Obama was quite uncharacteristically inarticulately sworn into the office in this country, resting one palm on a Bible used by Abraham Lincoln.

And then I saw this cool pic on the internet of a waterfall of dignitaries spilling out of the front steps of the Capitol and into sea of onlookers, and I'm sure Oprah was in there, too. I just can't remember all the pomp and circumstance surrounding the last two Bush inaugurations. In fact, the last I remember was when Reagan died. Shit, people all over the world are watching hopefully. Thanks to Al Gore and the Internet we can see pictures of Muslim men in Pakistan watching Obama on Al-Jazeera, talking of hope for improved relations and kids in a classroom in Seoul, South Korea watching the inauguration in school. (I just made those up, but I'm sure there are pictures of those exact scenes, LOL.)

That being said, it was a long, difficult transition for all of us, arguing with each other and pitting family members against each other. And you know, as I watched our first black president get sworn in and created my cubicle stalactite made out of a magnet and handful of wasted staples, I thought we're finally point we are today, where we have someone in office who I believe has our best interests at heart and will not disappoint us but feels immense challenge and displays the conviction that they are conquerable ones. And then I overhear some redneck in a restaurant saying, "And I don't even wanna talk about Obama," a reminder of the reality of living in the Rip Van Winkle state.