My Inaugural Plan
Here’s the plan! Leave home two days before the Inauguration telling everyone that you are going. Go get a cheap room in some motel a couple of towns away, and watch the whole thing on TV. First of all, you’ll see it actually happen, which will not be a reality for the vast majority of people freezing to death on Washington, D. C. streets and sidewalks. Secondly, you’ll save the airfare money, the hotel money (assuming you could get one to start with) and you won’t have the worry of being crushed to death in the melee that will occur in that city. You’ll be close to the potty (and it’s not a Porto), you’ll have a place to eat, and no one will be “frisking” you thinking you might be a terrorist. You won’t have to wait in endless lines at the airport, the subway, or the rental car counter. You can even tell folks you had a Congressional ticket (every Congress person got 198 tickets – surely there was one for you) to the affair, attended one of the big dances, and if you’re really bold, that you were only a few feet away from the new President as he danced with the lovely Mrs. President.
Who will know you lied? It’s not like someone could pick you out of the crowd on the TV scanning the Mall. You can tell your grand-kids you were there! You saw history in the making! (After all, you really did see it on TV) Come home the following day, make up some story about the guy who grabbed your camera and ran (you had it in your camera bag, along with your Congressional ticket which you got signed by ex-Prez Clinton) just as you were headed for the airport, and give detailed reports about who stood where, who left the platform first, what the Chief Justice was wearing, and how Mrs. President smiled so sweetly as Mr. President placed his hand on Lincoln’s Bible. (You were close enough to see it all – just don’t mention the TV part)
It won’t be anything new for a lot of “Christians.” They play that same game every week, every Sunday, pretending to have an intimate relationship with the God of Heaven and the Lord of life, when in reality they only see Him from a distance, and have to make-up the details of how He directs their life from day to day.
Gotta go – I’ll write more when I get home from D. C.