Okay, well, everyone else in the known universe will likely weigh in on Barack Obama's inauguration speech, who would I be to not do likewise? First of all, the call for accountability, and the admission on Mr. Obama's part that it might just take some time to get things turned around should have elicited hallelujahs world-wide. That brand of honesty was totally alien to me after eight years of W. And, good GOD, that man is eloquent. (Obama, that is.) Any man who can seem to unify a nation with his inaugural address has my vote of confidence. I'm about convinced President Obama could elicit a spirit of unity from space aliens, never mind Democrats and Republicans, rich and poor, young and old. Of course, the hard, cold truth is that the future of America will have nothing to do with whether our president is black, white, red or champagne with a nice shade of French Blue for the trim; we haven't got issues in America, as you'll frequently hear some of color particularly say, we got a whole subscription. And from today's Dow Jones average, that ended at 7900 and change, down from over 14,000 at the height of the Bush frenzy, it's gonna be a long, slow climb back up. And it will indeed take everything in the power of every American. I suppose I wondered in the back of my mind what my biracial daughters would face in the course of growing up; would they be haunted by inequity, or be able to stand where they truly deserved to? With this, I know that color is the least of their problems, and I have only to fret over the content of their souls, so much as I am able, which is admittedly not much, as any parent will tell you. It demonstrates a rising era, where the capacity of a man is what matters above all, which, as regular readers will note, is something I've been harping on for a long time. Halle-freakin-lujah indeed. My only other thought is that in the wake of a Black (or African-American, if you prefer,) president, gangsta rap is gonna sound pretty hollow compared to its former self, when demonstrable inequity reigned. To the point where anything from Snoop Dogg or Kanye West is gonna sound like "The Merry Go Round Broke Down" from now on. (And if you don't know "The Merry Go Round Broke Down," you haven't watched as much Looney Tunes as me.) 'Nuff said. Everyone, take the opportunity to rise to a new age.