Trump is gone, and a weight is lifted. Now America can go back to being its usual bad self, instead of this weird bad self. Though I doubt it will ever be the exact bad self it was.
While I see the value of reinforcing the national narrative, there did seem something hubristic about the whole affair. More so than Obama’s where it did feel like there was, perhaps, a new dawn after the darkness of Bush. A false dawn, but it’s hard to imagine Biden’s presidency as any sort of dawn at all, though it is a lifting of a heavy burden.
Yet how strange it feels that the extended car crash of the last four odd years, at least in the White House, is no longer there.
And I was affected by the sight of Kamala Harris taking her oath. A woman, late and in the second position, but a woman at last.
I didn’t care for the poem everyone is going on about, though that may be because I find that style of poetry recitation unbearable.
The winner of the day was Bernie and I am enjoying all the memes.
