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Madam President
On TV, watched the swearing in of our new president. Lots of people kept talking about what a historic day it was, having the first African American President. I couldn't help but think that things will REALLY be historic when we elect the first openly gay female environmentally-aware Native American. Below are my musings for a "normal day in the (Greened) White House"
Date: 1/20/2009 11:29:30 PM ( 15 y ) ... viewed 4021 times A Normal Day in the (Greened) White House
Madam President wakes up as the Light of a New Day comes streaming into her made-from-recycled-glass bedroom window. She roles over and gives her spouse a kiss on the cheek before getting out of their PBDE(polybrominated diphenyl ethers)-free all-natural-sustainable-rubber tree-farmed-by-owner/operator-indigenous-rainforest-tribal-workers bed.
"Morning!" she says cheerily. A sleepy, mumbled "Mornin'" greets her from under the rumpled organic-cotton-fairtrade-imported-from-India-sewn-by-disabled-workers bed sheets.
Madam President laughs out loud, then leans down and playfully gooses First Lady Dyani in the ribs. The First Lady shrieks and roles over, pulling the bed sheets with her.
"Hurry up, ol' sleepy head, or you'll be late for early morning Ceremony!" admonishes Madam President.
Ten minutes later, Madam President emerges from her passive-solar-heated-recycled-into-greywater-for-watering-the-organic-White-House-garden shower. She dresses carefully in her cleaned-in-water-saving-front-loading-washing-machine-with-nontoxic-biodegradable-laundry-products made-on-a-reservation-women's-cooperative clothing, then heads back into the bedroom for a final check in the found-in-a-garage-sale full length mirror. First Lady Dyani puts the finishing touches on her handed-down-through-the-generations-from-woman-to-woman ceremonial garb. The two walk out of the bedroom together, arm-in-arm, and are greeted in the sustainable-bamboo-floored-beeswaxed-coated-from-organic-honey-bees hallway by Madam President's personal staffer, who briefs them on the day's appointments.
"Chief Leotie is waiting for you at the built-by-hand-from-Forest-Stewardship-Council-Certified-and-recycled-lumber Lodge for this morning's smoke-filtered-so-as-not-to-contribute-to-air-pollution sweat...after that, you'll breakfast with the delegation of the Wise-Wimin-multi-ethnic-Rainbow-Tribe Grandmother's Council and hear them out on their latest 'Dreams-of-Peace: You-Better-Listen-To-Us-Or-Doom's-Coming' proposal. You'll have 45 minutes with them before departing in the Atlantic-Ocean-tidal-energy-charged-all-electric-motorcar for the..." the staffer intones, her voice fading from our hearing as the three women round the hallway's no-VOC-earth-based-non-pigmented-painted corner and head for the roof-top-wind-generated-electric elevator...
We can dream, can't we? ;)
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