I’m wearing black on January 19, 2009. No, nobody died, its just the last full day of George W. Bush’s presidency.
In black I’ll mourn the passing of his decidership into history. Imagine, no more smirks, no more ‘hehs’, no more dejected looks as world leaders shun him and no more of my favorite, the bulge in his flight suit. Such a loss is truly felt.
I’ll wear black for all the things that went wrong yet cannot be blamed on anyone much less a war president. The buck never did stop and that’s worth a plaintive wail. Think of it, we could see his image on dimes just as treasury announces they won’t be minted anymore, hear him named a national forest as it burns to the ground or taste the irony as lexicographers recognize ‘bush’ a synonym for fail. Sad, truly sad, and worth all the black in my wardrobe.
No more use of fear as a political weapon, no more cries of traitor when questions are asked, no more ‘adult’ supervision. America will be left to fend for itself. How will we ever survive without him? It’s a tragic passing yet I’ll wear black on January 19th knowing a loss so great can only make things better.