#FBF to eight years ago in case you need a reminder of this feeling. I sure did.
Just look how at how our former President makes people FEEL. What a difference from today’s events.
No matter the changes to the state today, we have come so far and are still capable of great things.
Thank you to President Obama for doing so much good for our country and for making me truly proud to be an American. I hope that one day we will once again have a President that invokes inspiration, hope, and progress instead of disgust, fear, and hatred.
If today’s inauguration has you feeling hopeless, angry, betrayed, resentful, scared, disappointed, livid, just know that you are not alone and that you are in good company! I for one plan to work as hard as I can and do everything I can to disrupt the current presidency from undermining the rights and protections we’ve worked so hard for.
We can help as individuals by raising awareness, donating, starting conversations, and educating others, but the BEST thing is to work in collaboration with others. Reach out to your networks, friends, and family members. Don’t let yourself be overcome by the classic divide and conquer method that oppressors turn to. We are the majority. Trump and his awful administration work for us, after all. Yes, they have an overwhelming amount of power. But if history is any indication, our most shining moments as a country have been when we have stood up for ourselves against oppression with dignity and ferocity. Let’s be vigilant, vocal, visible, and let’s make history again.
Performed by: President Barack Obama and First Lady Michelle Obama
Number: “At Last”
Choreographers: Improvised by: Barack and Michelle Obama
Summary: After a series of events leave her life in pieces, Emma Swan finds herself hitchhiking out of Maine, her wallet empty and her heart broken. The best she hopes for is a driver who isn’t a pervert and takes her far away from the painful memories of Storeybrooke. But when she finds a ride with a quiet truck driver named Jones, Emma discovers that maybe a trustworthy friend is all she needs.
It wasn’t until Jones upended the toolbox, its contents flying everywhere
as he swore so loudly she could hear it from inside the cab, that Emma finally
sighed and cracked open her door.
She hopped out and slammed the door after, crossing her arms and
shivering at the chill, rounding the front of the rig. Not that it was that much warmer inside the cab, but at
least there wasn’t a piercing wind, cutting through her coat and hat like they
were nothing, driving tiny specks of frigid rain into her flesh.