No cynicsm today, check back tomorrow
Internets – what a day. WHAT a day.
It’s been hard to focus on anything else, with the TV showing constant coverage since 8:15 this morning, and every time I hear anyone say “President Obama” – which is often – it still sends a little thrill through me.
You guys, it was so awesome, watching him be sworn in, speak for the first time as President, walk with Michelle down Pennsylvania Ave., and then finally, just awhile ago, escort his beautiful family up that wooden walkway and into the White House, his daughters practically skipping with happiness and pride.
As crusty as I usually am, it’s hard for me to put into words this light, fluttery, hopeful feeling – it’s been so goddamned long since I’ve thought of our President with anything but disgust and loathing and impotent burning rage. But I watched this thoughtful, intelligent, good man take the oath of office and it just felt like everything shifted. I held my little daughter on my lap at one point this morning and thought, it’s gonna be OK, we really are gonna make it.
We are. And godDAMN does that feel good.
It’s been hard to focus on anything else, with the TV showing constant coverage since 8:15 this morning, and every time I hear anyone say “President Obama” – which is often – it still sends a little thrill through me.
You guys, it was so awesome, watching him be sworn in, speak for the first time as President, walk with Michelle down Pennsylvania Ave., and then finally, just awhile ago, escort his beautiful family up that wooden walkway and into the White House, his daughters practically skipping with happiness and pride.
As crusty as I usually am, it’s hard for me to put into words this light, fluttery, hopeful feeling – it’s been so goddamned long since I’ve thought of our President with anything but disgust and loathing and impotent burning rage. But I watched this thoughtful, intelligent, good man take the oath of office and it just felt like everything shifted. I held my little daughter on my lap at one point this morning and thought, it’s gonna be OK, we really are gonna make it.
We are. And godDAMN does that feel good.
Labels: balls o'clock a.m., christ on toast points -- politics, rare earnestness, respek knuckles, things that are great
posted by Gleemonex at 2:26 PM
5 Comments:
It also felt nice to give the finger to the helicopter that was taking our former "leader" away!
You shoulda seen the birds & other international fuck you's we were throwing at that piece of shit. GOD.
I secretly wished that it would blow up mid-air, like they sometimes to do clips of The Hills on The Soup. I want to do dirty things to Joel McHale. Sigh.
I felt like I was in a fucking Disney musical all day long! I wanted to spontaneously break into song and start dancing with strangers on the street. I couldn't wipe the shit-eating grin off my face if I tried.
I stumbled upon your blog a few days ago (thank Ms. Brown) and I'm hooked. I almost wet myself while reading the Speedbaggin' post, and promptly sent to my favorite witty friends.
Keep it up, I'll be reading!
I'm floating off to bed ... this Hope shit is better than the gravity bong hits I used to take in college ...
xoxo
Dyslexia much? I meant, "like they sometimes *do* to clips of The Hills" - my eyes are hot and blurry from all this damn crying ...
Totally with you, Lindsay -- and welcome to the neverending party that is Damn Kids!
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