Moved to Tears, but still Cranky
(blog by Kim) Today, inauguration day, I am feeling a strange mixture of emotions—inspiration that has brought me to tears, alongside crankiness that provokes some serious complaints. (In one of Stan’s recent blogs, he confessed that he is cranky; I suspect it may be contagious). The inaugural songs, the poetry, the prayers, the speeches— they were all delivered so beautifully, with so much passion and integrity, that I could not help but be caught up in the euphoria of the moment (accompanied by a sense of relief that no violent actions materialized). So why complain? Why be cranky on such a day of celebration? At least part of it was the thread of American exceptionalism woven throughout the ceremony. (This was the theme that Stan had written about in that last blog, a topic I also heard critiqued by a writer for the New York Times on Morning Edition a while ago). This fervor of belief in the civil religion of American Democracy had a chorus of voices on the night ...