As I watched the BBC cover the inauguration live from DC this morning (American TV news makes me want to cut myself), a few clear, cold thoughts came to mind:
1. The national capital/capitol should rotate so that the great largesse of the bureaucrats (here’s one of many articles on the topic of being fat and happy in DC) can be spread around a bit. Why not move the seat of this great government to Stockton one year, Detroit the next, Lubbock the year after that, etc.? Or just pick DC up and move it to LA, where the weather is warm and friends are close.
2. The kindest thing I can think is that people are delusional. The BBC is sending out reporters to do interviews with the common folk, and these people, naturally, place great hope in the plutocratic, oligarchic, narcissistic agenda of the American political elite, the very elite who are encouraged and promoted by the likes of Tomasky and Dionne and Marcus and Robinson…
3. Being a bit cynical and disbelieving is not always the most pleasant thing in the world, but fuck it; extrajudicial everything and Jon Corzine and HSBC are the realities of American power.
4. The Chuck Schumers and Joe Bidens of the world engender something akin to despair in a sensible person.
5. Steeled myself and switched to CNN for the imagery (while muting the halfwits in CNN’s employ). Jimmy Carter looks fucking great for a guy pushing 90.
6. There really is, still, something remarkable about Barack Obama and his being elected twice.
7. Hope springs, if not eternal, from time to time, not unlike the images, horrifying and beautiful, of one’s youth.
8. I can only watch a few minutes of that shit. Would rather discuss Ben Roethlisberger’s greatness with a drunken, overweight Steelers fan who sprays when he talks.