Well, today was the day. It's hard to believe I've watched, what, ten Presidents sworn in for the first time in my lifetime, and none more of consequence than Obama.
Observations:
Damn, it's nice to have a President who can make a speech without looking like an idiot. (It's also nice to have a President who isn't an idiot.) I'm glad our new President didn't revert too much to the "hopes and dreams" message he delivered on the campaign trail, focusing ahead on the challenges we face, and looking at them with steely-eyed determination. Wifey detected more than a hint of Obama's penchant for preaching, but then, inaugural addresses have a way of being that way anyway, no matter who delivers them.
Dear old George Bush. He's looked a lot like a deer in the headlights for a long time now; today he looked like a deer that's already been run over and looking at what hit him. He's a damaged man. If you saw his last press conference, you could surmise that he's on the verge of collapse. I hope they remembered to take the nuke codes away from him.
George The First looked to be in shockingly bad shape; shuffling along with a cane. Wife Barbara looked good, considering she recently had health issues.
Carter looks more like Mickey Rooney than the man we knew as President. Clinton looked wistful, as if he somehow felt he should be re-upped for a third term. Hillary looked genuinely relaxed and happy. Somehow I don't think she'll feel that way much longer, once she gets on the job as Secretary of State, and finds out it's all work and no glory. Ask Condi Rice about that one.
I think Obama's got the balls for the job; I certainly wouldn't have gotten out of the bomb-proof limo and walked, even briefly, down the parade route. Note to Michelle: see if you can order better fitting body armor. It doesn't do much for your figure, no matter how nice the dress.
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