Itâs inauguration day. Some of the events are calm and predictable; let us pray that all of them are, but as I write this I do not know and would place no bets.
Generally, presidential inaugurations are festive by Washington standards, though this hasnât always been the case. Four years ago we were asked by our new leader to discount the evidence of our own eyes and believe that far more people than anyone could find had showed up for the event.
We wondered if this was how things would be. It turned out that it was, and thus began a presidency that had many things in common with professional wrestling. (We did not then imagine it would end, as it did two weeks ago, with what amounted to a bargain-basement Henry II asking will no one rid me of this turbulent vice president.)