Thursday, January 22, 2009

Inaugurally Addressed

This was the site of the 44th Inaugural Address of the United States, ceremoniously anointing Barack Hussein Obama as President.


Obviously I did not go; I watched it on TV with my dad.

Change is something that is not just outrageous and flamboyant, normally; usually its subtle, patient, and takes a great deal of time for it to be noticeable. People do not accept change to be truthful and evident; it is a difficult, forlorn process that is dissected and scrutinized. And change, can show it is hidden form as a detriment, as setting back the clock; like prohibition, or the feminist ideal that women should burn their bras, or declare that anyone with a XY set of chromosomes should have any influence over their lives whatsoever.

However, people believe in change, because change is different. Also, when people believe in change, it makes a difference in someones life, whether oh so subtly, or drastic. Like someone joining the rich elite of millionaires or sports lore such as David Tyree's catch in Super Bowl XLII. I guess that change is something that I look forward to, but in the past 48 hours that Obama has been President; unlike his credo, I do not feel overwhelmed with change.

I personally do not see all the changes going around me, like it was going to be oversweeping nostalgia because now the things should be different. The temperature is still cold, the process in Congress is still slow, and the warring is still evident. Black on black violence still has not been solved, nor anything else. Yet, we the American people should be able to do that. May be it is just a naivety of mine, but I do not feel this same change occurring with myself.

If anything, I will just start with refurnishing my resume, and send it out to a dozen dozen more job opportunities, if companies are still being honest, and these opportunities still exist. One thing I want to see in change is being not just involved, but a part of change. Which means no longer being on someones resume list to be thrown out in a year, but to be considered as a viable member in the community of an organization, like how people should be considered a viable member in the community known as the United States of America. When that does not happen, like years of civil instability, there is no accountability. When we are not members, we are disenfranchised members within an union that must be lumped with the elite. The only difference is that the elitist can say that we are lazy, schwasbuckle scourge that goes against any notion of capitalism, and any notion of the United States. It is as if we did something wrong and incorrect, incoherent, and patsy. Like people like myself failed.

I guess this is what happens when someone from 21 Jump Street wants to go to Main Street. Both areas are pretty messed up, just one is a couple of blocks from gun shots and violence, Main Street is the middle class family who gets blamed for all the problems of a white-collar society. Then again, everyone is in the pursuit of happiness, and as we all go, like change...it is a pursuit. We just do not know if it is just another condition.