We are on the eve of another POTUS hand-off. There’s plenty of talking heads talking, and blogging hands blogging out their opinions and witty repartee. I have absolutely nothing important to say. But, just like millions of other Americans, that won’t stop me from saying something anyway.
In a nutshell, I’m not celebrating.
1. THERE’S NOTHING TO CELEBRATE:
I’m disgusted with Washington. Not that I have ever been thrilled about it. However, as far as I’m concerned, US Politics are about as low in the toilet bowl as it can crawl these days. And thanks to centuries of ineptness and corruption, the citizens of our fine country are reaping the full “rewards”. Our family has taken a big hit right along with millions of others. My husband has been out of work for months now. He and I wonder how we are going to keep our home much longer and pay next week’s bills, let alone help our daughters go to college, and actually be able to retire someday. SO, when some sort of magical change actually happens, when the recession is solved, and jobs return to our country, and people have real hope restored for their futures, THEN we can talk about throwing a party.
2. THE HYPOCRISY:
Yesterday I watched our incoming Commander in Chief stand on the steps of the Lincoln memorial in his $1000 designer suit, with his $500 silk tie, and his $3000 designer wool coat. He waved to the crowd with his perfectly manicured hand, and flashed his artificially whitened grin, and delivered his carefully prepared speech. All of this was supposed to convince his “fellow Americans” that he truly empathizes with us in these “difficult times”. Please. Here comes more of the same ole rhetoric.
3. THE SELF INDULGENCE:
This Inauguration has the dubious honor of carrying the highest price tag in history, over $150 Million estimated. That’s nearly THREE TIMES the cost of any other prior Presidential takeover. In these dark days of economic collapse, I’m sure I cannot be the only American that views this as a flashing red flag of impropriety! It’s certainly not a confidence booster.
It appears that no one is even trying to hide the hypocrisy on the Hill. For some reason we are all supposed to look the other way, smile, and “enjoy the celebration”. Meanwhile, millions of our tax dollars are being shelled out to ensure that no one forgets what a Godsend the first black POTUS is going to be for our economic recovery, and no one get’s hurt in the process of partying! Irony rules the day.
Do they really think we are all that naive? Hmmm….ok. It appears a darn batch of “us” actually are. Several hundred million are flooding into the capitol city as if this event is Woodstock Revisited. Forget your worries! “Eat Drink and be Merry”! Whoop it up! In truth, it is the media networks and their million dollar advertisers that are doing the real victory dance.
Therefore, in honor of this weeks baton toss, I have designed my own inauguration celebration. I thought it would be fitting, considering the extra historic circumstances, to follow in Martin Luther King’s footsteps, and wage my own silent commemoration.
Tomorrow, as Barry and Michelle are feasting on their caviar and pheasant, waving incessantly at people they don’t know and don’t really care about, and dancing the day and night away in their designer clothes alongside their new $50,000-a-ticket best friends, I will actually be…get this… working.
First, I will board my city bus just as usual at 7:10 am. I will ride to the office with several fellow American workers. I will clock into my office. I will sit at my little desk, and go through my daily routine. I will do what is required to try to make my boss happy, so that I can collect my meager paycheck. I will then board another city bus, and ride home. I will make dinner for my family. I will spend some quality time with the people I love the most, before we all retire to bed in preperation to get up and do the same thing again the next day.
Let me tell you what I will not be doing tomorrow. I will not be turning on a television. I will not be listening to a radio. I will not be reading the newspaper. I will not be scouring the world wide web trying to find video clips and lap up the latest commentary. I will not care what color Michelle or Malia or Sasha’s designer dresses were! In short, I will be hoping that tomorrow ends as quickly as possible, and the whole embarrasing circus leaves town.
I will also be praying that once all the confetti and balloons and general aftermath of Washington’s “Mardi Gras” has been mucked up(which I’m sure will cost several more million of my tax dollars) our newest Mr. President will get to work like the rest of us.