Tomorrow is the day we’ve all been waiting for. And been waiting such a long time for.
What an amazing confluence of events. On the eve of such a momentous moment in our history, we’re celebrating the birthday of the man who helped make it possible. You just have to love the way the universe works sometimes. Happy Birthday, Martin Luther King, Jr. (Even if your birthday was actually on January 15).
And welcome to your new home, President Obama. You’re inheriting a lot of bullshit and a lot of burnt bridges. A lot. I’m not going to sugarcoat this for you because I think you can take it, but, the last guy? He fucked up bad. Continuously. Constantly. All over the place. But we’ve got faith in you. Make us proud.
And then there’s everyone’s favorite writer from when they were in junior high…
“The Tell-Tale Heart” by Edgar Allan Poe, one of my most favorite of his stories.
“The Cask Of Amontillado” by Poe, another serious favorite.
“The Murders In Rue Morgue” by Poe, in which he creates the detective story. Other works that you could call detective stories predated this one, but this is the one people think of us as the first for a reason.
And, of course, “The Raven.”