The Inaugural Debacle of 2009

It's not that I am just a crotchety old woman or a sore loser, but I am cannot find it in my heart to get excited about today's supposedly historic event. It just seems like the same-ole, same-ole changing of the guards to me. Nothing feels that unique or special in today's inaugural calendar. Let me see:

1) We elected another MALE as President of the United States;

2) We elected another male who went to private schools growing up, attended Columbia University then Harvard Law (the Ivies) once again;

3) We elected another male, Ivy-League educated, who has more words behind him than actions;

4) We elected another male, Ivy-Leagued educated person lacking in much experience that despite the fact that we are engaged in 2 wars, and an economic downturn is holding a lavish inaugural celebration.

You may be saying, but Beth, this male, Ivy-League educated person allowing $170 million to be spent so the nation can celebrate together is different because of the color of his skin...our first Black President. This is a half-Caucasian/ half-African American, right? And I simply do not remember all the excitement when Condeleeza Rice ( a full African American, WOMAN) was appointed Secretary of State by George Bush, do you? So the joy and exuberance over Barrack seems forced at best.

It's true that I am a fiscal conservative, social liberal who voted for John McCain. Yet despite my age and wisdom that comes with age and experience, I am willing and open for a true change. If Barrack had told the nation that he was opting for a quiet ceremony with little money spent, less Balls than usual and ask if everyone would send their Inaugural donation money to food banks, battered-women shelters and maybe even to the neighbor who just lost their job, then I would say, WOW, this is a change we must all believe in !

Instead, we will all witness this massive show called the Inaugural Debacle of 2009.

Shameless.
Embarrassing.
Arrogant.

It brings tears to my eyes......but not in a good way.