Farewell, Mr. President
I recall the final days of President Clinton, desperate to accomplish something so that he wouldn't go down in history as an also-ran who got impeached. I recall the classless way he exited the role. This president, though, knows he has accomplished much. He looks to me like he's just trying to stay strong enough to hand the baton to the next runner. He doesn't have to finish the race; he just has to keep us in a position to win. I admire the man and am grateful that he has been president these last eight years.
I do not trust Barack Obama, but I do not wish him ill at this point. For better or worse, in a couple of hours, he's The Guy. I think he's making mistakes by allowing the expectations to grow so high (using Lincoln's Bible, for instance.) It may very well that today will be the high point in his presidency; symbolism has a short shelf life. I do expect that though he enters the job looking 35, he'll exit it looking 65; it's the loneliest, hardest job in the world, and no one else can do it for him, no matter what the celebrities say.
But as everyone else is looking Forward for Hope and Change, I prefer to give grateful thanks to a man who has run the race and fought the good fight. Godspeed, Mr. President.