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I happened to watch the inauguration today while I also wrestled with the automated voice thingy from the state unemployment office on the phone. A little apt for these times, no?
Sure, the speech from Mr. President was nice. There wasn't a dry eye in the cafe where I went to lunch, though everyone else there was an avowed hippie, some of who smelled very obviously like pot and others who just wore the pot leaf on their sleeve patches. And I admit I felt a little choked up too, for a moment. But at every inauguaration I remain suspicious of grand rhetoric; sure, Mr. President talks pretty, but is he going to make good on all that talk? How? When? Only time will show us what he's really like.
As Cartman said to Wendy, so I say to our new Mr. President Obama (and I would have to McCain, too): "Okay, fine. Wow me."
Sure, the speech from Mr. President was nice. There wasn't a dry eye in the cafe where I went to lunch, though everyone else there was an avowed hippie, some of who smelled very obviously like pot and others who just wore the pot leaf on their sleeve patches. And I admit I felt a little choked up too, for a moment. But at every inauguaration I remain suspicious of grand rhetoric; sure, Mr. President talks pretty, but is he going to make good on all that talk? How? When? Only time will show us what he's really like.
As Cartman said to Wendy, so I say to our new Mr. President Obama (and I would have to McCain, too): "Okay, fine. Wow me."