I’m watching the inauguration on MSNBC, since CNN won’t freakin’ load, and every once in a while, the talking heads say my name. Mika. Mika. Mika. Finally I look it up and learn one of the reporters is Mika Brzezinski.
Well, cool. I like my hair better (which looks like I stuck my finger in a socket today, oh well). Maybe I’ll go for the Rachel Maddow look. We’re pretty similar at least. But enough about my hair, my name-alikes, and the trials and tribulations of live-streaming.
Today we start up again with a new President. I celebrate not the winner (though I admit I am pleased). I celebrate democracy. I celebrate an election process that needs a bit of help, but seems to be working (okay, a lot of help). I celebrate change. And above all, I celebrate the Hammer Dance.
The what? Let me explain.
I imagine President Barak Obama, at 11:50pm tonight, having tucked in his girls, standing in the Lincoln Bedroom, Michelle reading on the bed. Barak stands proudly in his new home, looks around and grins. Then he shouts “CAN’T TOUCH THIS!” before breaking into the Hammer Dance. And Michelle, wearily, looks up “Are you going to do that EVERY night?” And Barak just Hammer Dances to the bathroom to take his shower and go to bed.