January 20
Meanwhile
on the West front of the U.S. Capitol, at 3:30pm Eastern Standard Time the
crowds had gathered to witness the inauguration. It was bitterly cold. Potus-elect stamped his feet while the
endless music played. The First Lady-elect
held his hand on his knee, trying to keep him still. She kept nudging him to raise his hand and wave,
which he did grudgingly. When the last
bars of music faded, Potus-elect was grateful and rose from his seat eagerly to
stand at the lectern where the oath would be administered.
He
stood for a while, raising his right hand.
More music started and a parade of military regiments started moving in
tight formations, waving flags. First Lady-elect
waved at Potus-elect, calling him back in a panic. Potus-elect realised his error and dropped
his raised hand to walk back to the chair.
First Lady-elect chided him under her breath, still managing somehow to
smile and wave to the crowds.
Potus-elect pouted and stopped waving, ignoring his wife’s elbow jabs.
Once
again, the music stopped and Potus-elect stood but his wife dragged him down
quickly. A drum marshal began playing a
drum roll. After the drum roll, three
drummers went rat-a-tat-tat-bum. There
was a pause. Potus-elect tried to stand
again, but his wife pulled him down by the arm.
The drummers began another sequence of rat-a-tat-bum-bum-tat-a-bum in
perfect sequence. Next, some
counted. All six snare drums sounded at
once with a loud boom. Everyone waited.
First
Lady-elect suddenly realised it was time, and prodded Potus-elect. He waved her off and gesticulated at the
drummers. They stood motionless. First Lady-elect pointed with a stabbing
finger at the Chief Justice standing next to the lectern, waiting. Potus-elect stood up quickly and strode over
confidently, stopped and raised his right hand.
The First Lady-elect
waved a white folded paper at the new President. He dropped his arm, ran back to his seat to
grab the sheet of paper, then ran back to the lectern. As he turned, he knocked over a vase of
flowers. Three secret service agents rushed
over to fix the vase and pick up the spilled pieces of plants. Potus-elect tried to help guiltily, but the
agents waved him over to the lectern.
Once the commotion
had died down enough on the stage, Potus-elect faced the Chief Justice and
raised his right hand, placing his left on the bible, mimicking the Justice’s
hand motion. The Chief Justice smiled
and said, “I have had the honour of swearing in three terms of presidents on
days just like this. It is a great
honour to swear in one more. If you will
repeat after me: I,” here the microphone
crackled a bit, “do solemnly swear...”
Potus nodded and
repeated, “I do solemnly swear...”
The Chief Justice
continued, “...to faithfully execute the Office of the President...”
Potus looked confused
and took his hand off the bible to look at the paper he had grabbed
earlier. He read, “...that I will execute
faithfully the Office of the President...”
The Chief Justice
cocked his head and looked over the top of the paper Potus-elect held. They turned toward each other. Unaware they were both still wearing microphones
the audience could hear the following exchange:
“For fuck’s sake.”
“No, wait, it’s
here, see?”
“Over here?”
“No, there,
remember we practiced it yesterday?”
“It’s crossed out.”
“We printed a new
copy.”
“What the fuck?”
“You don’t
remember?”
“Never mind.”
They turned back
and the Chief Justice addressed the crowd.
“We’re going to start over again.
I apologise for this slight issue.”
He cleared his throat and Potus again assumed the position, left hand
stiffly on the bible at the lectern, right hand raised.
The Chief Justice
once again began, “I,” scratchy noises, “do solemnly swear...”
“I do solemnly
swear...”
“...that I will
faithfully” here with extra emphasis, “execute...”
“...that I will
FAITHFULLY EXEcute...” mimicked Potus-elect.
“...the Office of
the President of the United States...”
“...the Office of
the President of the United States...”
“...and will, to
the best of my ability...”
“...and will, to
the... uh...”
“...best of my
ability...”
“...best of my
ability. Thanks,”
“No problem. Preserve, protect and defend...”
“...preserve,
protect and defend...”
“...the
Constitution of the United States.”
“...the Constitution
of the United States. Whew.”
The Chief Justice
smiled broadly and said, “I now declare you President of the United States.”
Potus smiled and
said, “High five,” waving his raised hand toward the Chief Justice. The Chief Justice shied away and left the
platform. Potus looked disappointed and
looked over at the First Lady. He kept
trying to high five the empty air and pointed dejectedly at the Chief Justice
who was now sitting.
The First Lady pointed at the cameras in front
of the lectern and yelled in a stage whisper, “Your speech. Your speech,” and she kept stabbing her
finger toward the front of the balcony.