Here We Go, 44, Here We Go!

Like everyone in America, Plot and Duck are sitting in front of their TV watching the crowds on the Mall in Washington, D.C. The Greats PD, 5H and BB are somewhere in the Silver Standing Area, having scored their space last night in a usual last-minute piece of good fortune. Belly looks like she isn't paying attention, but she is. The Nation's Second Dog has probably stayed behind at Deecie Neecie's house.

Choirs singing. The Supreme Court marching out (except for Justice Alito, who is still angry that Biden and Obama voted against his confirmation, so he won't attend. Is that a perfect metaphor for the last eight years?). There's Hillary. There's Michele in another great dress. There's Stephen Spielberg. There's President Bush, who looks fatherly as he fondly directs Obama as to where to stand. There's Al Gore. There's the White House, built by slaves.

Wolf Blitzer will not shut up.

There's the sun!

There's Walter Mondale. There's Mohammed Ali! There's Dan Quayle.

There's the Capitol. There's the White House. There's the Beast -- the Presidential Vehicle. There goes the Marine Band. The flags. The bunting. There's Barbara Bush and GHW Bush. The elder Bushes look quite regal, though Bush Senior is walking slowly with a cane.

There's Jimmy Carter and Roslyn. They are moving quite quickly. It must be all the peanuts.

There's that fat pastor.

There go Bill and Hillary. The crowd roars!



Elder Bush embraces Bill.

There are Sasha and Malia and their Grandma. Here's to you, Mrs. Robinson!

Can you imagine being First Kid? Sasha looks like a star already.

There go Lynn Cheney and Laura Bush.

THERE'S ARETHA! (What DOES she have on her head?)

ARETHA IS GOING TO SING MY COUNTRY 'TIS OF THEE! AI YAI YAI! IS THIS A GREAT COUNTRY OR WHAT?

There's one of GWB's daughters, who looks exactly like him! Amazing.

There is a shot of the crowd. PD is in there somewhere.

There's President Bush! He looks relieved. Wolf Blitzer will NOT shut up! Someone bring the hook! Put them both in the helicopter.

There's Diane Feinstein.



There's Nancy Pelosi.

There's Monty Burns.



THERE'S BARACK. Duck and Plot are clapping wildly. Wow.

Wow.

Yes we did! Yes we did!

"Welcome to the Inauguration of the 44th President of the United States of America!" says Diane.

Here's the fat pastor again. Oooh, this is a beautiful invocation. Very lovely. Plot takes back the fat comment. That was a perfect message. Pastor Warren didn't even have Mike Fever.

Here is Aretha.

OH Aretha.



OHHHHH ARETHA! GOD BLESS ARETHA FRANKLIN! Let Freedom Ring! Oh, my!

We've never heard anything like this before, my country. The Great Plotnik can barely see. Oh, Lord. I believe, Aretha. Thank you.

There's Yo Yo Ma. There's Itzhak Perlman. John Williams wrote this piece. He wrote 'Star Wars' too.

Barack is listening. He's like Han Solo. He's ready.

The First Kids seem restless. I wonder if Michele is saying "Sit down, you two. I'm gonna count to three! One, two..."

They're done. Bring on the Ewoks! No, it's Justice Roberts.

The Oath of Office. "I Barack Hussein Obama do solemnly swear..."

YES WE DID YES WE DID YES WE DID YES WE DID YES WE DID YES WE DID YES WE DID YES WE DID

Barack's address is calm, but beautiful. Still, Plot would have liked to hear him preach to us a little more. But there is time.

Here is the poet, Elizabeth Alexander.

"We walk into that which we cannot yet see..." This was a beautiful poem for sure.

Pastor Lowery is wonderful.

"God of our Weary Years...let the red man get ahead, man. Let us say Amen, man. Amen, man. Amen."