Inauguration Follies, Part Deux

When all hell broke loose over the choice of Rick Warren to be at Barack's inauguration, I knew yesterday was going to be fun.

Then I broadcast the Lord's Prayer over my classroom and I wrote that down in my lesson plan book - that doesn't happen every day.

Aretha and her hat. God bless her. (Michelle and her clothes are an entirely different post. Gold dress, green shoes? Evening gown with pompoms? Thank goodness for men's wear.)

Yo Yo Ma. You bet.

Love John Roberts. His way or no way. I'm not sure we really have a new President based on that oath.

But then we have the benediction. Down here in the deep South, the Reverend Lowery is something of an icon. All parties were pleased with his choice - a civil rights giant, giving the benediction at the inauguration of America's first African American president. And then he drops the bomb.

"...help us work for that day when black will not be asked to give back, when brown can stick around, when yellow will be mellow, when the red man can get ahead, man, and when white will embrace what is right."

Hmmmm.