Bush Out

Hopeful. Inspired. These are the words of the day. I love inauguration day because it's the best and greatest sign of a successful democracy. No bullets to our heads. No ideological marching. No violent demonstrations. No destruction.

I hope that it becomes what the speeches tell us... but I'm aware, in the back of my fuzzy brain, that there are a lot of big guns out there aiming for their piece of the pie and often people in power are loathe to let any go. I like the idea of aiming high, so let's go with that.

And while it is a great gift to be a good listener, to be open to all sides, and to craft a well-balanced solution, one often ends up with a bland but diluted version of the dream. It's like selecting art by committee. You'll always end up with art that nobody hates but nobody really likes. It takes some bold moves to draw a line in the sand and push the Titanic away from iceberg. If you do it right, you're gonna piss off a lot of people -- hopefully.

Regardless, we now say goodbye to one of the strangest and worst administrations in the history of this country. Nowhere to go but up...


buh-bye