I did for a bit, before I drifted off to sleep amidst the thundering music of The Omen that the husband was watching on full volume in the living room. Some random thoughts, and no comment on policies, since I am supremely unqualified to do any commenting on such issues. Instead I will stick to what I know best.
Emotion. Ran High. The crowds were moist eyed. I was moist eyed. The entire event was one surge of tears on overdrive. I wondered why I was getting the occasional tear running down my face and concluded that I needed to live up to my bleeding heart status and cry at the merest hint of any tears in the remote vicinity. Even if the vicinity happened to be as remote as Washington D C.
Nope. I was indeed over awed. From being treated as a race inferior to the whites, the blacks in America now have truly proved they are truly and completely equals. More power.
And someone get Mrs Obama a good stylist please. From the red and black horror on victory day to yesterday’s monstrosity. I would have liked a good sharp dresser in the wife’s corner in the White House, seeing as one is going to be needlessly seeing a lot of her around. But, no Jackie Os since Jackie O. Cant think of a single one. But then, we’ve not seen a personality like a JFK too, Monroes and Lewinskys apart.