Sworn.

Who can work? The boy’s about to be sworn in. Number 44.

Hard to take in the humanity of the vibe, apparently everywhere in America. When did we have such a touchy-feely-poeticy inauguration? When did the prayers of a pastor over the new Commander in Chief sound as much like the prayers in local church?

“Our father, who art in heaven…” leads Rick Warren.

“Sweet land of liberty…” sings Aretha Franklin.

“Holy, blubbing cow…” chokes some bloke in Bournemouth.

But let’s not forget.

Baz?

This is a guy who’s about to define the word ‘pressure’.