Day Merrill
Inaugural Forecast: Irony With a Chance of Fascism
January in DC is a crap-shoot.
Of course, the inauguration wasn’t always on January 20th
and it wasn’t always Washington.
Washington (the Pres, not the city) took his first oath on April 30th on the steps of Federal Hall
in lower Manhattan, destined to become the financial center of the world.
Start off as you mean to go on, America.
By his second term, Congress had moved the venue to Philly
and set March 4th (march forth!) as the date. Unless it fell on a Sunday,
because like remembering the Sabbath and everything.
Presidents need time between election and inauguration to
organize their cabinet (toss names into a junk drawer)
and make plans for their so-called government.
By 1932, it was clear that March 4th was too darn much time,
hindering the incoming guy from addressing urgent national problems
like the Great Depression then or where to put Musk now.
So January 20th it is. Unless it falls on a Sunday (still the Sabbath thing?)
with a private swearing in then and the hoopla pushed to Monday.
It’s happened a few times.
Obama holds the record for taking the oath of office.
Head Supreme John Roberts flubbed his first Sunday swearing in
and asked for a do-over “out of an abundance of caution.”
The next day, the public show, with two Bibles (an abundance of caution?),
one Lincoln used when travelling and the other from the King family. Must have worked—
four years later, another private Sunday, then again on Monday, Martin Luther King Day.
Sometimes the inaugural weather gets as much attention as the ceremony.
Two-faced Ronald Reagan was sworn in on both the warmest and coldest Jan. 20s,
Tough guy William Henry Harrison refused to wear a hat and coat while delivering his
nearly two-hour inaugural address. No wonder he got pneumonia, dying a month later.
“The worst weather on the face of the Earth,”
said a congressman about the blowing snow and freezing temperatures
that pummeled the inauguration of William Howard Taft in 1909.
This year, messy snow predicted for Sunday, 23 degrees with brutal wind chills Monday
as the indefatigable DJT takes office on MLK Day.
He might have preferred April 20th, but here we are.
Snow, wind, bitter cold, hail to the chief.
Day Merrill’s poems have appeared in The Binnacle, Halcyon Magazine, HIV Here & Now, Poems in the Aftermath, What Rough Beast, The Journal of Contemporary Rural Social Work, Tin Roof Press and Quick Brown Fox, among others, as well as in the Collingwood Public Library Writers Group anthology Musings. After a career as an English teacher and a university administrator, she became a career coach. Raised in New England and a former long-time resident of New York City, Merrill now splits her time between Ontario and Costa Rica.
Indolent Books and editor Michael Broder are back with another poem-a-day series in creative response to the threat posed to our democracy by the incoming presidential administration. The plan is to continue for all 1460 days of the 47th American presidency.