on and off through the whole inaugural process today. I’m simultaneously frightened and ridiculously cheered and charged up by all of it – frightened because now we’ll see what happens when the new President is really engaged – and OMFG what if he’s not as good as we hope? Can anyone be that good, anyway?
And cheered because that hack Bush is finally gone, replaced by a man with brains and compassion and FINALLY we can be patriotic Americans again. I missed that. I very much want to be proud of the person(s) in the Whitehouse.
Didn’t Barack and Michelle look fabulous? They are classing the Whitehouse back up after its long decline into Bud Light Land.
I read this somewhere today:
Crying is a sign of hope. When we stop crying, we know we have lost. I add a swell of tears to the changing tide…