Three National Guard helicopters circled the Santa Fe plaza low and loud. Multiple twenty-one gun salutes with rifle and canon set off alarms and scared the dogs and children. Ah, the sound of war at an inaugural! It would have felt a bit martial-law like except for the smiling, cheering and saluting.
It was cold. The Governor was wearing tiny earmuffs and no hat in 3 degrees with a stiff wind. I tried to stand next to fat people for warmth. The Indian dancers weren't wearing nearly enough in the way of buffalo adornment for far too long. By the time the new Governor began her speech I couldn't feel my feet, the mimosa had worn off and all the fat people were suspicious.
The military hardware was a hard act to follow. Here's the text of her speech via Monahan. It reads with more passion than she gave it.
I cannot promise we will always agree on methods, but we will share the same goal of a just, prospering and limitless New Mexico; a place where every mother's child has the encouragement and a fair opportunity to succeed as my other's child has' a place where dreams are made real.
Dreamy limitlessness? I'm all for it.
We won't take more of your money from you or grow the deficit because we are not willing to make the same tough decisions you have had to make.
It needed a red pen. I started taking pictures of hats and dogs.
Cannon. Artillery not Catholic law. Steve Terrell of SF New Mexican mis-tweeted it first. Everyone knows I can't spell.
Posted by: Coco | Saturday, January 01, 2011 at 04:49 PM
So that's why she insisted on having it outdoors, no matter how uncomfortable for the participants.
The Democratic statewide officials had more sense -- they were sworn in indoors, at the Harold Runnels Building on St. Francis Drive.
Posted by: Michelle Meaders | Saturday, January 01, 2011 at 09:35 PM
Sunday morning news just showed the swearing in of County officials. Stebbins says new term will bring more attention to ethics and open government . . . starting Monday. Everybody sing, the Sunshine will come out tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow.
Posted by: Hunter | Sunday, January 02, 2011 at 08:40 AM
All those helicopters and damn ordnance goin off jolted me out of bed on New Year's Morning, and if just for that ALONE me an Mizz Martinez is off to a bad start. Thought I was in Baghdad for a minute there. I don't like being woked up on the weekends, especially if it's the morning after New Year's Eve, and even MORE ESPECIALLY if it's by politicians. She's already playin catch-up with me.
Posted by: Inky Ink, Inc. | Sunday, January 02, 2011 at 03:40 PM