Everything was glitter and pomp and shivering majorettes yesterday for the inauguration and the parade and the balls. Barack and Michelle danced to Beyonce's rendition of Etta James's At Last (memo to ball organizers: Etta ain't dead). So far no one has attacked us or threatened us or anything else to "test the new guy's mettle." They will though. In four years these guys will be just about ragged. In eight? Ready to never lay eyes on each other again.
