Anticipation

I can’t believe we’re only a week away from that date you’ve been seeing on the bumper stickers on Subarus and Priuses around town for the last eighteen months or so: 1/20/09, the last day of George Bush’s term, but already, I fear, people are getting at least a little bit disillusioned with his replacement, old whatshisname from Chicago.

Not me, though, at least not yet. I’m going to give Obama a nice long honeymoon period—a month, minimum—before I start complaining. And every good thing he does—like I sure do hope he comes through with that executive order to shut down Guantanamo—earns him extra time, like on a videogame when you blow up a bunch of spaceships or something, although it would also be great if he shut down the Stars Wars Defense program, too.

So what do we have to look forward to in the next seven days? (Besides the Steelers game on Sunday, of course.) Presumably, we’ll get to enjoy the spectacle of President Bush trying to salvage his “legacy” in one way or another while simultaneously pretending that his record stands on its own.

Of course, it does in a way and that way, as everyone knows is: Worst. President. Ever.

Astute readers—and my good friend, Arnica Montana, too—will observe at this point that I’m doing my level best (what is “level” best, anyway? Is there such a thing as unbalanced best?) to fill up the remaining eighty or so words on this 327 word essay, but enlightened readers—and good old Arnica—will also recognize that there’s a method to such madness, which is clearly to model the way in which all of us are merely biding time for the next 188 hours or so until finally, we no longer have to look at old monkey face standing behind the Presidential seal (monkey-seal!) of the United Damn States of America.

A long week ahead, but nothing compared to the endless eight years we’ve been through.