Thoughts on the inaguration

When I first heard the words "President Obama" I wasn't very surprised. It had been a long time in coming since Novemeber when we all marched out into the streets and waded through the fountain on that fateful election night. I had gotten used to the idea of Obama as president, and as difficult as it was, I had managed to elevate him past celebrity status into our country's figure head and chief military leader in my mind. I had gotten over my joy that America had finally overcome its racist past (for the most part). What really did hit home for me though, was the image of President Bush that the camera cut to in the midst of Obama's speech upon his inaguration. It was hard to think that after becoming such a household name I was finally looking at FORMER president Bush. But sitting there I didn't see the goofy, public embarassment that Bush has become in the minds of most Americans, I saw a defeated, aging statesman trying to look as dignified as possible in the midst of people all bursting to celebrate his step down from power. I guess for the first time in a long time...I felt a bit sorry for President Bush. As he departed in his helicopter leaving America with a kiss goodbye and fading into obscurity I wondered what sort of lasting legacy he would leave on this country, and what people would think of him as in fifty years.