Mr. President

I've had three months and I still can't used to it. President Obama. Lots of broadcasters were having trouble with it today, too.

I came late to the Obama train, but I remember it fairly well. When eleventy-hundred Dems were all vying for the nomination, I was a bit indifferent. Not to them but to the process. Being in a late primary state meant -- as a voter at least -- I'd have little chance to weigh in on the outcome.

By the time the field started narrowing I thought I'd be fine with either Hillary or Obama. But I was majorly concerned that neither was electable. Then, a little over a year ago, I made up my mind. Some of the Hillary campaign's tactics were really bugging me, so my support for her was gradually eroding. I still thought she was the more electable one. And I also knew she was tough. She and Bill -- anybody who counts a Clinton out is a fool. (And the political landscape is littered with them. I can't for the life of me remember the name of that little dork she stomped in her Senate race.)

But then it finally came to me. Screw electability. Obama's my guy. I would rather go down in flames, lose by 20 points, even risk letting the Republicans have the White House for another four years -- I would rather all that happen than support another Democrat through gritted teeth. 

I thought Obama was the best candidate, the best person, and the very best, yes, I'll say it, HOPE this country had for real change. A candidate I could support wholeheartedly. For me, it was "roll the dice" time.

Turns out it was a pretty smart bet, even if a little late. And now, with our long national nightmare over, it's time to get to work!

(For posterity's sake, I wish they would have just done a re-take with the swearing-in. Damned Alito -- get off-book, man, or use the script!)