I don't know, maybe augers will make holes peer through into the future as well as they make holes in lumber. But I think it's auguries you want, whatever tomorrow's inauguration may augur for the future.
It's going to happen. I'm not going to pretend he didn't win the election, or whine wordlessly over it either. This is our reality and we're all going to see how it works out together.
Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe it'll be wonderful, and his cabinet with almost no experience will live up to their jobs, each and every one.
But I doubt it. Anyway, tomorrow we get the scaled-down, indoor version of the same pomp and circumstance that first greeted George Washington and has greeted every President who has come into office on the Constitutionally-mandated day since then.
A spate of Executive Orders are promised to follow, promising full employment for civil rights and Constitutional-law attorneys for at least the next six months and probably far longer.
The Circus is back in town. I wouldn't be holding my breath for any bread along with it, if I were you, and I kind of am.
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4 weeks ago
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