Alright, January 20th—big day for presidents. The Super Bowl for politicians, if you will. Except this one doesn’t end with confetti and a trophy. Well, maybe confetti for some, but for others, it’s more like a panic attack in slow motion. And historically? This day has seen some real eyebrow-raising moments. Let’s talk about Franklin Delano Roosevelt first. The guy practically claimed January 20 as his personal holiday. Second, third, fourth inaugurations? This dude was the LeBron James of presidencies—just stacking terms.
So, 1937 rolls around, and boom, we move Inauguration Day from March 4 to January 20 because two months of lame-duck presidents was apparently two months too many. Makes sense. Imagine losing your job and just hanging around the office for eight weeks. Awkward. FDR rolls up for his second term and gives this super uplifting speech like, “Hey, a third of you are broke, hungry, and freezing, but don’t worry, I got this.” People clapped, but you just know some guy in the crowd was like, “So… no new jobs today?”
Then, 1941. FDR goes for a third term. A THIRD. Why? Because there were no term limits yet, and Roosevelt was like, “Let’s see how far I can push this.” And here’s the kicker—everyone went along with it. Why? World War II. People were panicking. Democracy versus fascism, big stakes. So he gets up there for his third inauguration and starts talking about unity and protecting democracy, and everyone’s like, “Sure, as long as the Nazis lose, do whatever you want, man.”
By 1945, this guy’s going for term number four. Four! By this point, he’s so sick, the inauguration isn’t even at the Capitol; it’s on the White House porch. And yet, America let it happen because, apparently, we don’t know when to say, “Alright, that’s enough.” Spoiler alert: after FDR, they changed the Constitution to slap a two-term limit on presidents. Lesson learned. No more long-term political karaoke.
Which brings us to today. January 20, 2025. Inauguration Day. And who’s taking the oath? None other than Donald J. Trump, back for round two. Yeah. You thought it was wild before? Buckle up. Half the country’s throwing parties, the other half is eyeing U-Hauls and Googling “fastest citizenship options abroad.” The energy is… something else. You’ve got parades, protests, and probably a few people quietly panic-drinking in the corner.
Here’s the thing: some of us saw this coming. We’ve seen this play before. The rallies, the tweets, the all-caps shouting about greatness while things quietly fall apart behind the scenes. And yet, here we are, swearing him in for four more years. You know that saying, “Be careful what you wish for?” Well, America wished for this—loudly, with votes—and now we’re getting it. All of it. Every tweet, every press conference, every headline that feels like it came out of an alternate universe.
The country made its choice, and like it or not, the consequences are baked into the cake. So for the next four years, strap in, folks. The road ahead might be bumpy as hell, but hey, it’s what we ordered. Guess we’ll see how it tastes.
