Yesterday, a light brighter than the sun on most days foiled my efforts to pictorially document the Wilmington stop of Obama/Biden's inauguration whistle stop tour.
But, if you look very closely, you'll notice that the light is not just a light that f*cked up this diary. It's a light that signals the beginning of a government for the people and by the people. In addition, it's the light that's about to shine on the cockroaches fleeing Washington. Most importantly, though, it's the light at the end of the tunnel:
Disclaimer: I hope you'll forgive this diary's brevity. I injured my back, which makes blogging even more painful than usual.