For The Forty-Fourth Time…
Today Barack Hussein Obama was inaugurated as the forty-fourth President of the United States. In the coming weeks and months we’ll all have a chance to analyze and critique the decisions made and the policies undertaken by the new president. There will be questions about his patriotism, his experience, or lack thereof; Some will even question whether or not he was born in this country and deserves to hold its highest elected office. There will be endless interviews with supporters and detractors alike; an old black woman, weeping with joy at what this moment means to her, what it would have meant to her mother. A man scoffing at the fact that Obama was a mere state legislator a few short years ago. It will be the best day of some lives and the worst of others.
And people will talk about the ceremonies themselves; “Could you believe how cold it was?”, “I loved Michelle’s dress”, “Really? I hated it!”. And what about Obama’s speech? “It was great”, “I expected more”. “Wasn’t it funny when Obama and the Chief Justice screwed up the oath of office?”, “That piece John Williams arranged was good”, and “Who the hell was that awful poet?”, “I know! But Aretha sounded awesome.”
And then there’ll be the talk about Bush. What he did wrong, what he did right, will history look on his presidency with kinder eyes or ones more cruel?
All these things should be talked about…but they can wait till tomorrow. Today we watched one man turn over the keys to the greatest nation on earth to another. We watched this happen for the forty-fourth time in the history of our country. Despite economic failure, two wars, the shadow of terrorism, and the fearful uncertainty of the future, the ritual happened again. It still works.
Inauguration Day is always a good day to be an American.
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