It's the Saturday night before the much-ballyhooed inauguration of the 44th president of the United States, Barack Obama, who as Pastor David Manning informs me, is some sort of "mac daddy." Certainly worse epithets have been thrown at the President-Elect by men with much more clout than Dr. Manning (no offense, Doc!) and Obama's certainly embraced the turn-the-other-cheek methodolgy when it comes to these remarks.
It's been a hell of a campaign and a terrible shitstorm before that, and I nary meet a face anymore that isn't relieved that Bush will be gone in only a matter of days.
It seems like the entire world is flocking to D.C. for the event, and I've been told that there will be more port-a-potties set up for this event than have ever been deployed at once before in the history of the United States, a fact which really makes me worry.
So here I am, reading Hunter S. Thompson's absolutely stunning Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail '72, when I got the silly idea to try to keep all of this down. The whole Obama Presidency, from a guy whose only political expertise is simply having grown up in the shadow of the whole thing, living in the city so enshrined as the "Capitol of the free world" that we gloss over the cameras mounted Big Brother-style in the streets and the indigent who will walk its' cold streets tonight in search of shelter. Obama being in office won't change their lives any more than Bush did, or Clinton before him. And I'm sure I'll only see more cameras as the weeks wane on.
Oh, and also: comic books.
Because I say so.
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