the inauguration makes me sad. i can't help it. after so long the ceremonial seesaw gets beyond old, superannuated, brain dead on life support. uncle joe promises fundamentally nothing will change. that's it—the soul of america, democratic purgatory. i go back to bed and watch the last disc of near death. maybe i'm just a morbid boy, but the inauguration hype makes me sadder than death! canned speeches! generic hope!