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January 20: Watching the Inauguration #60

 Unusual inside venue. 

Have there really only been 60?  Only 13 or 14 repeat presidential terms? FDR had four!

Who would have thought four years ago that Elon would be on the platform. That's really bizarre when you think about it. 

I don't know why they are all standing for so long.  That is hard. But at least they are not in 10 degrees. 

Actually, who would have thought, twelve years ago,  Donald Trump would be inaugurated for the second time after being out of the office for four years.  That's even more bizarre. 

Anyone who thinks they can predict the future should know better by now.  

Good singer. Don't know that song. 

The opening curtain thing is ... odd. But heh, the U.S. needs some kind of pageantry, I guess. Vance's wife is a beauty. Hillbillies can go far.

Does Steve Scalise limp because of the shooting? Of course. What a tragedy.  

Boy, Orange Man is really super Orange today. 

They get to sit down finally.  

Give me a break. Dr. Biden. We have the same degree, and I never use my title except when I want to make a point with students. Never outside the college. 

Do we always get these speeches by the people who set it up?  

We get two prayers, but no Muslims or Jews. High church and low church. Who would Franklin Graham be without his father? Well, none of us would be without our fathers, so dumb question. 

Vance and his children get sworn in first. James David, hunh?  How would his crazy mean Grandma think about this? We are not our parents or ancestors. But he did not honor them in his book, nor the rest of us from the Appalachian diaspora. He committed the first of fallacies, hasty generalization.

The Donald is now sworn in.  I hope he is not lying about the Constitution, since he sort of didn't last time; at least he didn't totally enforce it. 

Cool hat, Melania. 

Russell Moore had Mike Pence on his podcast last week. It was very good. Thank God for the Mike Pences and Mike Johnsons of the world, who truly believe the gospel, follow Christ with integrity, and are able to work in government. They are Daniels.   

The Battle Hymn of the Republic is not exactly the greatest song to sing, but they sound good. Christ was not born in the beauty of the lilies. Stupid, stupid line. The song is about the Northern army winning, which thankfully they did. 

I will read his speech. I can't listen to him talk. Or I'll listen on YouTube when I have other thoughts.


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