These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
Thursday, November 10, 2016
So proud of my President
Yesterday President Barack Obama said he was heartened by Donald Trump’s call for unity and added, “we are now all rooting for his success in uniting and leading the country.” In his Rose Garden post-election statement he called for the peaceful transition of power from one president to the next.
What a gracious display from a man who had his faith, his citizenship and his own legitimacy as President questioned by Donald Trump! I admit I'm not as mature as my years-younger President. If I were him, I'd meet Trump on the White House steps and demand to see his driver's license, college transcripts and long-form birth certificate before allowing him in the door.
President Obama gets it. The White House is not his house, it's our house. The Presidency is not a prize or a game but a solemn responsibility.
I keep hoping ... hoping ... hoping that Donald Trump surprises me and exhibits that he understands that, too.