Rain fell through dark clouds as the new president strutted out, as if in a purple robe. Paul Ryan looked as if he were about to cry. Michelle Obama looked as if she had not slept in days. Everyone kept peeking at each other, exchanging uh-oh glances. When Hillary Clinton arrived, in her ceremonial capacity as a former First Lady, she was greeted with a “Lock her up” chant from the crowd. A clot of embedded protesters blew whistles and yelled “Not my president” while Trump was taking his oath.
