Tresla se je gora, rodila se je miš. Tako bi lahko najbolj preprosto opisal romanje SdSovcev na Trumpovo inavguracijo. Žan Mahnič in Andrej Poglajen sta bila “srečna” dobitnika vabila na inavguracijo Donalda Trumpa v ZDA. To so v stranki SdS predstavljali kot nekaj kolosalnega. No, resnica je bila malce drugačna.

• Tomaž Lisec in Žan Mahnič v Washingtonu na gala sprejemu v čast Melanii Trump
• Dan, ko so teroristi (Trumpovi podporniki) vkorakali v kongresno palačo v Washingtonu
• Melania Trump odhaja iz Bele hiše kot najslabše ocenjena prva dama
• Žan Mahnič: Slovenija naj Benjamina Netanjahuja predlaga za Nobelovo nagrado za mir

Včeraj je potekala prisega Donalda Trumpa, ki se je vrnil na položaj predsednika ZDA. Seveda so bili v stranki SdS nadnavdušeni nad tem in posledično so dobili tudi “vabilo” na inavguracijo.

Ker sem nekaj časa spremljal prenos, sem bil prepričan, da sta Mahnič in Poglajen dobila vabilo na častno zaprisego v rotundu, kjer so se zbrali veljaki in tehnološki magnati. Pa vendar sem živel v zablodi.

Dobila sta vabilo na “dogodek” po inavguraciji, na inavguracijsko parado. Dogodek, ki je potekal par km stran od inavguracije v športni dvorani Capital One Arena in kjer so lahko spremljali dogodek preko “live” prenosa. Tako kot mi. Vendar s to razliko, da je kasneje tja prišel Donald Trump in nadaljeval s svojimi obljubami.

Še ena pomembna informacija. Karte za ta dogodek so se lahko “rezervirale” tudi online. Zastonj. Kasneje so se na “after marketu” tudi prodajale. Torej bi se lahko dogodka udeležil skoraj vsak slehernik in ni šlo za nobeno ekskluzivo, kot so to želeli prikazati v stranki SdS.

Ko sem videl skupinsko sliko Mahniča, Poglajna in Grimsa v dvorani, pa sem bil vesel, da niso dobili vstopnic za pravo inavguracijo. Sicer bi bilo to nekaj podobnega, kot je bilo z black tie dogodkom pred leti, …

No pa jih imamo.

Tokrat Red Morons. pic.twitter.com/RnQHSIeeS2

— F the sheep (@Fthesheep1) January 20, 2025

Objava Romanje SdSovcev na Trumpovo inavguracijo originalno objavljena na had blog.

Amanda Gorman je 22-letna pesnica, ki me je med včerajšnjo inavguracijo Joeja Bidna recitirala svojo pesem The Hill We Climb, ki jo dokončala ravno v dneh, ko so domači teroristi napadli kongres v Washingtonu. Njena pesem je marsikoga presenetila in mene je navdušila. Amanda Gorman is the youngest inaugural poet in U.S. history, as well as an award-winning writer and cum laude graduate of Harvard University, where she studied Sociology. 

• Kako se sklanja ime Joe / osebno ime 46. predsednika ZDA
• Dan, ko so teroristi (Trumpovi podporniki) vkorakali v kongresno palačo v Washingtonu
• Joe Biden – novi predsednik ZDA, Kamala Harris prva podpredsednica v zgodovini / Donald Trump je izgubil volitve
• Melania Trump odhaja iz Bele hiše kot najslabše ocenjena prva dama

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Amanda Gorman / The Hill We Climb

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 justice.
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 our 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.
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 it 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 golden hills of the west.
We will rise from the wind-swept north-east where our forefathers first realized revolution.
We will rise from the lake-rimmed cities of the midwestern states.
We will rise from the sun-baked south.
We will rebuild, reconcile, and recover.
In every known nook of our nation, in 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.

Objava Amanda Gorman / The Hill We Climb originalno objavljena na had blog.