Bernie Sanders, Lady Gaga, Pete Buttigieg, Greta Thunberg, Jon Ossoff, Rev. Raphael Warnock, That Obama-Harris First Bump, Amanda Gorman Makes History, and More: #GAYNRD DAILY

“Get in loser! We’re going inaugurating!”

BERNIE STOLE THE SHOW How Bernie Sanders’ curmudgeonly photo at the inauguration launched a thousand  memes. Boston.com reports: Sen. Bernie Sanders has never been one for formalities. “It’s just not my style,” the Vermont senator and former presidential candidate once told The New York Times. What is his style? Practical, even — or perhaps especially — during a presidential inauguration. While it was officially President Joe Biden’s day, Sanders incidentally stole the show during the inauguration ceremonies Wednesday, arriving in a brown hooded Burton jacket (sold out, in case you were wondering) and Vermont-made wool mittens.

Make no mistake, this is how Bernie would’ve shown up to his own inauguration as well.

And lastly, from Wil Wheaton….

 

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HAND OFF Ossoff and Warnock have officially been sworn in as Senators in Vice President Harris’ first act, and control of the Senate has changed hands.

PARTING SHOT that Obama-Harris fist bump was everything. @barackobama 👊🏿 @kamalaharris #inauguration2021 #obama #kamalaharris ✊🏿

THUNBERGED as in Mr. Trump, you’ve been Thunberged! Greta Thunberg clapped back at the condescending remarks the former president once made about her.

FUTURE TRANSPORTATION SECRETARY Pete Buttigieg and his husband Chasten were prominently featured during the inauguration. Buttigieg noting, “It’s been an unforgettable and historic day. Congratulations President Joe Biden and Vice President Kamala Harris!”

BLACK GIRL MAGIC was seen by all when poet laureate Amanda Gorner read her inaugural poem written after the insurrection at the Capitol on January 6th. Ms. Gorman fell in love with poetry at a young age and distinguished herself quickly as a rising talent.

The NewYork Times: Raised in Los Angeles, where her mother teaches middle school, she would write in journals at the playground. At 16, she was named the Youth Poet Laureate of Los Angeles. A few years later, when she was studying sociology at Harvard, she became the National Youth Poet Laureate, the first person to hold the position.  None of Ms. Gorman’s inaugural poet predecessors faced the challenge that she does. She set out to write a poem that would inspire hope and foster a sense of collective purpose, at a moment when Americans are reeling from a deadly pandemic, political violence and partisan division.

Ms. Gorman said she would try to capture the moment and would not “gloss over” the tumultuous events of recent weeks.

Mister President, Doctor Biden, Madam Vice-President, Mister Emhoff, Americans, and the World:
The Hill We Climb – Amanda Gorman

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 just-ice
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 a 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
And 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 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 we 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 gold-limbed hills of the west,
we will rise from the windswept northeast
where our forefathers first realized revolution
We will rise from the lake-rimmed cities of the midwestern states,
we will rise from the sunbaked south
We will rebuild, reconcile and recover
and every known nook of our nation and
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

Watch her recite it live below.

LADY GAGA killed with her rendition of the national anthem.

STRUGGLING WITH “CHURN” The coronavirus crisis has been a boon for the streaming industry as movie theaters, concert venues and sports arenas continue to suffer. However, these services are struggling with something known as “churn” or “How fast do you cancel streaming services?” It’s a problem for Hollywood says the Los Angeles Times.

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