Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Mr. President

Today was...so overwhelming, it may take a while to process it. The size of the crowd on the Mall, and how you could hear a pin drop (the birds were too cold to chirp) when President Obama (ooh, goosebumps again!) started speaking. The sober, tough yet elegant "Grow UP, America!" message of his speech, and how, when the camera panned the crowd, heads were nodding along, soberly.

I heard a crowd count of two million. Two million people braved the biting cold to BE THERE. I had to settle for watching it on the TV in the break room, with a couple of dozen like-minded souls. But I recorded the whole day, and I'm soaking it up now.

I'm hopeful (there's that word again) today. Hoping that this country may indeed get back to the fighting spirit that made us what we were in my parents' generation, and that we have put the scared little rabbits hiding at every threat, real or imagined, while their keepers stole us blind, back in their pens where they belong. We have a hell of a mess on our hands, and this president is coming into the biggest mess in, well, our history. President Obama takes office in, to put it bluntly, a spectacular clusterfuck on all fronts. We are in a close second to the Depression while fighting two wars, in a far more dangerous world. But, I think he gets this and he's doing it anyway. Not in a reckless, flight suit wearing, "Bring it on!" Top Gun fantasy boy dream way, but in a serious, "This is going to suck but we will get through it and triumph over it," grownup way. And he will call on other grownups to help him do this.

There are so many pictures, posters, inspirational thingies, out there about this, but the magnet my son gave me still makes me smile every time I see it. The totally irreverent image has a better ring of truth than any highfalutin' artsy inauguration thing:



Just let us know how we can help, Mr. President.

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

And the very best of British luck to The American people and their new leader............ He's got a helluva job on his hands. And I wish his missus -- peace of mind, which I think she finds is in short supply.

Hey, the word verification 'bugracke' sounds like something you and Murphy could have used during the invasion of the 'body snatchers'.

All the best,

Gae, in Callala Bay

caroline said...

Wow, that magnet nails it! WAAAAAAHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
ahem.

Cursing Mama said...

Love the magnet!

Ginnie said...

I have spoken to so many people who feel so hopeful, as do I. And I believe our confidence is well founded. And I have such respect for his encouraging us to be of service, unlike the previous group who thought service was something to be made fun of. Suddenly, it is cool to do for others as opposed to 'get rich as you can'. I love that.

Martha said...

Miz C,
Fabulous post! Love that magnet.
Wasn't it a beautiful thing to see Bush fly away on that helicopter?! Bye bye now, don't come back, W!
Thanks for your tho'ts.
XOXO

k said...

Na na na na, Hey hey, goodbye.
Man, I would have liked to have delivered that message in person.
And today, they're going to close Guantanamo within a year. Take that, republican motherfuckers.
Sorry. I got this thing going on...

Catherine said...

People WERE singing "Na na na na" - I saw the video and the voices were faintly audible in the distance. Our gain is Texas' loss - they get to live with his worthless ass. My condolences. And yes, the call to service was SO wonderful to hear - a break with the mockery of "community activists" and "do-gooders" - we are going to need every damn do-gooder we can muster. I am excited to think that "Ask what you can do for your country," might displace, "What's in it for me?" as a national mindset. That would be so cool.