Live From Trump Biker Nation/ Trumponation/ Trumpnaugural

Since The Resurgent has been pre-evicted from the White House Press Office, I took the initiative of emailing my Congressional Rep. for tickets about 1 minute after the race was called on November 9. And voila, first-come, first-served worked its influential magic and I got tickets.

Therefore I’m a-going to the Trumpnaugural, or Trumponation, or Trumpstallation, or Trump Biker Nation. I’m not sure, but I think they intend to re-enact the Biff’s Pleasure Paradise scene from “Back to the Future,” complete with the Trumpseum added to the Capitol Visitors Center. Here, watch it.

But seriously, this is a sacred event in the peaceful transition of American power, that the whole world watches with complete gravitas. There won’t be any kitsch or ridiculousness at this solemn occasion.

There won’t be any fisticuffs or rudeness. The Bikers for Trump will be there to enforce happiness, friendliness and love, except for vegetarians, because they’re bringing a wall of meat, presumably as a peace offering to those who are less than enthused about our 45th president.

As a token of peace, the commander of the D.C. National Guard is laying down his guns and trading them for plowshares at exactly 12:01 p.m., the time at which the peaceful transition of power occurs for the most powerful nation the earth has ever seen.

No, really. It will be a cathedral of democracy and goodwill for all men.

At the moment that Trump recites the oath of office, using two Bibles (because one is not enough to handle Trump’s extra-large hand), he will either become everything the Democrats and liberals hope for, or he will join with an extraterrestrial intelligence of unimaginable power, and evolve into pure energy.

No, seriously.

Donald J. Trump will take the oath of office of the President of the United States, in accordance with Article II, Section 1 of the U.S. Constitution. He will become the 45th President. Then there will be a speech which may or may not be remembered for more than 24 hours, followed by balls and parties.

Then we’ll all go home (including yours truly). And the world will go on. Politics is not, and should not, be the center of our lives. For a few days, we will revel (or repulse, depending on your political orientation) in the spectacle. Then get ready for the Super Bowl. My pick is Patriots +7 over the Falcons.

About the author

Steve Berman

The old Steve cared about money, prestige, and power. Then Christ found me. All at once things changed. But the Holy Spirit produces this kind of fruit in our lives: love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control. There is no law against these things!

I spent 30 years in business. Now I write and edit. But mostly I love. I have a wife and 2 kids and a dog and we live in a little house in central Georgia.

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