2021.01.20 12:21
2021.01.20 13:15
2021.01.20 13:25
Hey, we worked our asses off to get you where you are.
Please get rid of those stupid childish smiles and get back to work
with a serious face. You are no longer running a style-show.
First of all, get all the craps out of Trump's fuxxing misdeeds
and reverse everything he had done. Then, put him in jail and keep him there.
Once Trump gets in jail, his idiotic followers, as stupid as Trump, will dissipate
into vapor by themselves.
However, here's one note of caution...
정치하는 놈들은 다 그놈이 그놈이라는 곳을 잊지맙시다.
One bad guy just got replaced by another bad guy???
2021.01.20 19:38
https://thehill.com/homenews/news/535052-read-transcript-of-amanda-gormans-inaugural-poem
2021.01.20 20:40
When day comes we ask ourselves,
where can we find light in this never-ending shade?
The loss we carry,
a sea we must wade
We've braved the belly of the beast
We've learned that quiet isn't always peace
And the norms and notions
of what just is
Isn’t always just-ice
And yet the dawn is ours
before we knew it
Somehow we do it
Somehow we've weathered and witnessed
a nation that isn’t broken
but simply unfinished
We the successors of a country and a time
Where a skinny Black girl
descended from slaves and raised by a single mother
can dream of becoming president
only to find herself reciting for one
And yes we are far from polished
far from pristine
but that doesn’t mean we are
striving to form a union that is perfect
We are striving to forge a union with purpose
To compose a country committed to all cultures, colors, characters and
conditions of man
And so we lift our gazes not to what stands between us
but what stands before us
We close the divide because we know, to put our future first,
we must first put our differences aside
We lay down our arms
so we can reach out our arms
to one another
We seek harm to none and harmony for all
Let the globe, if nothing else, say this is true:
That even as we grieved, we grew
That even as we hurt, we hoped
That even as we tired, we tried
That we’ll forever be tied together, victorious
Not because we will never again know defeat
but because we will never again sow division
Scripture tells us to envision
that everyone shall sit under their own vine and fig tree
And no one shall make them afraid
If we’re to live up to our own time
Then victory won’t lie in the blade
But in all the bridges we’ve made
That is the promise to glade
The hill we climb
If only we dare
It's because being American is more than a pride we inherit,
it’s the past we step into
and how we repair it
We’ve seen a force that would shatter our nation
rather than share it
Would destroy our country if it meant delaying democracy
And this effort very nearly succeeded
But while democracy can be periodically delayed
it can never be permanently defeated
In this truth
in this faith we trust
For while we have our eyes on the future
history has its eyes on us
This is the era of just redemption
We feared at its inception
We did not feel prepared to be the heirs
of such a terrifying hour
but within it we found the power
to author a new chapter
To offer hope and laughter to ourselves
So while once we asked,
how could we possibly prevail over catastrophe?
Now we assert
How could catastrophe possibly prevail over us?
We will not march back to what was
but move to what shall be
A country that is bruised but whole,
benevolent but bold,
fierce and free
We will not be turned around
or interrupted by intimidation
because we know our inaction and inertia
will be the inheritance of the next generation
Our blunders become their burdens
But one thing is certain:
If we merge mercy with might,
and might with right,
then love becomes our legacy
and change our children’s birthright
So let us leave behind a country
better than the one we were left with
Every breath from my bronze-pounded chest,
we will raise this wounded world into a wondrous one
We will rise from the gold-limbed hills of the west,
we will rise from the windswept northeast
where our forefathers first realized revolution
We will rise from the lake-rimmed cities of the midwestern states,
we will rise from the sunbaked south
We will rebuild, reconcile and recover
and every known nook of our nation and
every corner called our country,
our people diverse and beautiful will emerge,
battered and beautiful
When day comes we step out of the shade,
aflame and unafraid
The new dawn blooms as we free it
For there is always light,
if only we’re brave enough to see it
If only we’re brave enough to be it
2021.01.20 20:46
Trump is not the only problem that makes America's future uncertain.
America is divided because of income inequality and race. America
is spending more than she earns in both government and individual.
America talks about the importance of human lives, but engage in wars
for the profits of the defense industry.
America talks about a balanced budget but increases welfare programs
in every administration.
America talks about health care reform, but health care spending outpaces
inflation every year. American health care system is the most inefficient in the world.
America perhaps collects most intelligence in the world, but she does not know
where it is when she needs it. She finds it when the crisis is over.
America invented the internet and social media, but she let her divided by it.
Not to mention foreign invasion.
Cold War is over 30 years ago, but troop deployment and foreign policy has
not been changed much.
America knows she cannot rule the whole world on her own, but she tries
at times yet. She knows she needs allies, but she does not know exactly
who they are. Sometimes, she tries to divide the world in two; pro-China
and pro-America. She tells the world China is a communist country and
America is a democratic country, but the world isn't sure about it.
America tells the world Iran is a bad country because she is a terrorist
country and tried to build nuclear weapons, but the world knows
Iran is bad because she is anti-Israel.
America tells the world she built a democratic country in Afghanistan,
but the world knows she lost the war against the Taliban and she wasted
a lot of money and many young lives.
I know she cannot go on as it has been. It has to take more than repairing
what Trump has broken.
2021.01.20 21:25
https://news.joins.com/article/23975625?cloc=joongang-home-newslistleft
[출처: 중앙일보] 취임식 스타 22세 흑인 여성 시인 "37세에 대통령 출마"
2021.01.20 21:32
Among the firsts in Amanda Gorman’s inaugural poem, “The Hill We Climb,” is the concept of democracy that is assumed. Democracy, according to the twenty-two-year-old poet, is an aspiration—a thing of the future.
The word “democracy” first appears in the same verse in which Gorman refers to “a force that would shatter our nation rather than share it.” The insurrection at the Capitol on January 6th took place while Gorman was working on the poem, although the “force,” one may assume, is bigger than the insurrection—it is the Trump Presidency that made the insurrection possible, and the forces of white supremacy and inequality that enabled that Presidency itself—“it / Would destroy our country if it meant delaying democracy / And this effort very nearly succeeded” the poem continues. “But while democracy can be periodically delayed / it can never be permanently defeated.”
Both times the poem raises “democracy,” Gorman pairs the word with “delay,” which tells us that democracy is a thing expected, anticipated—not a thing that we have built, or possessed, but a dream. This is not the way that politicians or even political theorists usually use the word “democracy,” but it is one way that philosophers have used it. Jacques Derrida, the French deconstructionist, used the term “democracy to come.” Democracy, he wrote, was always forged and threatened by contradictory forces and thus is always “deferred,” always out of reach even in societies that adopt democracy as their governing principle.
Gorman’s poem is, explicitly, a text about the future. She exhorts Americans to look not at “what stands between us / But what stands before us.” She says, in the beginning, that “we know, to put our future first,” and she ends with a verse of promises and challenges as rousing as any ever written:
So let us leave behind a country
better than the one we were left with
Every breath from my bronze-pounded chest,
we will raise this wounded world into a wondrous one
We will rise from the gold-limbed hills of the west,
we will rise from the windswept northeast
where our forefathers first realized revolution
We will rise from the lake-rimmed cities of the midwestern states,
we will rise from the sunbaked south
We will rebuild, reconcile and recover
and every known nook of our nation and
every corner called our country,
our people diverse and beautiful will emerge,
battered and beautiful
When day comes we step out of the shade,
aflame and unafraid
The new dawn blooms as we free it
For there is always light,
if only we’re brave enough to see it
If only we’re brave enough to be it
The focus on the future is a direct response to the rhetoric of the outgoing President, who called on his mob to transport the country back to an imaginary past and forced Americans to live in a present without end. To write about the future, Gorman also has to write about the past. “Being American is more than a pride we inherit, / it’s the past we step into / And how we repair it,” she says, in an elegant rebuke to the rhetoric of return-to-normalcy: “We will not march back to what was / But move to what shall be.” Again, she stresses that the promise of American democracy is still there, still yet to arrive.
In everyday speech, Americans usually refer to democracy as a thing that we have or used to have before Trump came along. In the tradition of American political speeches, democracy often figures as a work in progress. This, too, suggests that democracy is something we inhabit but continue to work on, an endless fixer-upper with good bones. Gorman’s explicit assumption is more radical and challenging.
It’s not only philosophy where the idea of a democracy-to-come can be found. “The Hill We Climb” evokes another great American poem, Langston Hughes’s “Let America Be America Again.” Hughes wrote, “America never was America to me, / And yet I swear this oath— / America will be!”—an immortal distillation of the tension between American aspirations and American reality, and a stubborn insistence that the country continues to reach for its dream. There is no better place to start for an inaugural poem, or for a Presidency. (from New Yorker)
2021.01.21 05:37
Anderson Cooper Left Speechless In Interview With Amanda Gorman
https://www.huffpost.com/entry/anderson-cooper-amanda-gorman_n_6008fa67c5b6df63a91d0907
It is a speech that every concerned American has been so thirsty and so hungry
to hear from our leader so long, that is, four years.
It is a speech that resonates at the same wave length with every concerned American.