Ordering Hope

 BIDEN BECAME PRESIDENT about twelve minutes early, according to my many clocks, wall and desktop. Possibly inexact scheduling, or too short a speech from Kamala, or not quite enough pre oath entertainment. Nobody seemed to mind. Whichever, American gains a good president a bit early, Trump loses twelve minutes of authoritarian rule, and we await the lawsuits from the former president's lawyers. The young lady's (Amanda Gorman) poetry was indeed beautiful, she stole the show, but was really more like tightly written prose, with complete sentences, or prose poetry, or poetic prose, but whatever, it worked, and will doubtless make her our most recent addition to celebrity culture. Speaking of celebrity culture, the anthem was rendered magnificently by the best voice in the world, GaGa but may the day come when one only needs a great voice, not celebrity status, to sing the anthem on television. Fanfare for the common man cometh, one can hope. May the common man emerge, and supplant our obsessive culture of fame and fortune. We many who have long longed for effective formal refutation of greatest, most egregious grievous grotesquenesses  rooted for Biden to walk faster, get firmly ensconced in the Oval Office, and get those pens to moving, and at length he did. Those lovely executive orders came flying one by one off the impressive stack he had to his left, and in a few fell swoops America was back in the Paris climate accord, the World Health Organization, and was out of its isolation cage, determined to never gain put starving migrant children into them. We are done making America alone again. Construction on Trump's great wall of futility has been ceased. It will not be resumed, unless Trump gets elected again, after serving his term in prison for treason. Watching Biden wielding the full power of the federal government to actually do something about Covid 19 for a change, to actually begin to do something about climate change, fills America's sixty percent sane with anticipation and hope, hope for an actual future. Biden could, unfortunately, sign executive orders to the moon and back, as we like to say nowadays, ordering an end to systemic racism,, without ever puncturing the barest pin prick in the hardened right wing shells of America's many county judges and right wind extremist cops, but at least he acknowledges that systemic racism exists, and, after what we've been through with our racist former president, that, as they say, is a start. Now if only he could take the time to do something about those god awful golden curtains; they are too remindful of Trump.