Avoiding Obama-Palooza As Much As I Can

It not easy. Flipping through channels, surfing the intertubes or walking by newspaper stands, it's pretty hard to keep from running into this ridiculous rapture being enjoyed by the media right now. They haven't had such a collective hard-on since Billy Jeff belted our "Heartbreak Hotel" on the sax on the Arsenio Hall show in June 1992.

Now, by nature I'm a man who considers himself a history enthusiast (I never could stand that term "buff" - what exactly does that mean?). So, normally I would be very interested in observing the historical peaceful transfer of power that has happened only 43 times prior.

But this is different. Watching the media prattle on about this event as if Christ himself were about to take the oath is too much to take. Seeing them revel in such an over-the-top fit of self-congratulatory bullshit is beyond unreal.

I honestly wish the new President well, for the country's sake if for no other reason. But for the next forty-eight hours it's going to tough to avoid it, though avoiding it will be my primary objective until Wednesday. My personal farewell to the Bushie is still on it's way and will get posted prior to noon tomorrow.

At least tonight we have an episode of "24" and I for one hour I can pretend that we're going to be under the protection of a steady hand. Sheesh.

Yips! From Robbo: Curiously enough, half the people in my neck of the Dee Cee 'burbs have fled for the extra long weekend and the other half have been pulled downtown under The One's gravitational effect. The result is that it's mighty quiet 'round here. I'm dreading the thought of the Wednesday morning commute, however.....