Thursday, January 22, 2009
Giddy-up
Gawrsh, wasn't the inauguration bootiful? I'm serious. I was at the Plimoth Plantation's theatre - which was full by the way, and the excitement of the crowd was palpable. Hell, people in the theatre were crying. I think if Obama realizes how much hope that people have invested in him, he can't help but succeed. Already the changes to the lobbying rules, the freeze on some salaries, the excitement at the State Department, the closing of Guantanamo, the withdrawal from Iraq, not to mention Aretha, Yo-Yo, Bruce - already the funk that was always there, in the shadows of the monuments, on the un-numbered streets of Chocolate City is beginning to overflow its banks and 'tag' the white-washed edifices of our Democracy. A President that can dance? A President that loves his wife? A President that shoots hoops? For all the wrong reasons it feels like were going to do all the right things.. Then again, maybe its just that George is back in Texas, for good.
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