It’s quitting time over at the George W. Bush White House, and Washington, DC — and the nation and the world — is gearing up for the swearing in of Barack Hussein Obama as the 44th President of the United States. You don’t need me to tell you how historic an occasion it is.
But it’s odd to be in my adopted city of Washington as out-of-towners descend on the District, eyes brimming with hope and hearts eager for change. I’d never dream of pissing on anyone’s parade (literal or otherwise), but my own feelings are somewhat muted.
This is probably because I a): pay a lot of attention, and b): have a growing “appreciation” for how shit does or doesn’t get done in the federal government. I wouldn’t call it cynicism, but rather realism.
Election night was my night. Ever since then, I’ve focused on how, exactly, the new guy is going to get America back on anything approaching the right track.
After eight years of Dubya, it ain’t gonna be easy.
But you know what? I do have hope. I am expecting change. I can’t wait to have a President who speaks in complete sentences. And a Vice who doesn’t have to file down his horns every morning. And unless the campaign completely changed him, I truly believe Barack Obama is a stand-up guy. If you haven’t already, check out this fantastic “in their own words” profile of the Obamas from back in 1996 — just before he decided to enter the world of politics. It’s enough to make you believe again.
And I do.