And in that bright transcendent morning, the once unthinkable was, suddenly and inevitably, done. Who could resist the embracing magic of that moment?Ayers, a couple of days ago:
The poet Elizabeth Alexander invoked the common people “repairing the things in need of repair.” In a bleeding world marked by so much unnecessary pain, a world so precariously out of balance, we must find ways to come together in vast missions of repair. “A teacher says, ‘Take out your pencils. Begin.”’
And so it begins.
(via Clarence "the" Page, who, rare among columnists, actually defends himself in the comments to his post. Of course he maintains, ridiculously, that Ayers and Obama hardly knew each other)
Update: Funny how Billy hasn't updated his bog since the inauguration.