Post Presidents Day cornbread.

Yesterday was truly a day of rest and reflection.

I spent upwards of a half hour laying on my bed, curled up in my American flag sheets and John Wayne-themed comforter, hoping for death and contemplating the lives of the past leaders of the United States. It was SO refreshing.

At some point I started typing up a blog entry about Abraham Lincoln. It was partly inspired by a book I recently read about all the supposed myths about the "Great Emancipator" — about how he was really a racist and a dictator and a war monger, blah, blah, blah. After about four sentences I realized I was not a historian and the post sucked.

Here's the abortion:

Thanks to the nationally-celebrated Abraham Lincoln Bicentennial Bash last week and Barack Obama's persistent mentioning of his own parallels with the 16th president, I've already had my fill of Lincoln worship recently. If it was a normal year, I would have been completely satisfied to flip on the television today, make myself a heaping bullshit-flavored ice cream cone (three scoops!) and take in a few more bubbly anecdotes about "The Great Emancipator" while eating myself into a painful brain freeze.

But not this President's Day...

After re-reading, it's clear to me stopping there was the right decision. Anyway, so I still had some executive branch excitement pent up today that I didn't know what to do with — until just now.

Immediately after work I came back to my apartment, cranked the music Honest Abe probably would have listened to had he been blessed with an iPod, and made a fresh pan of mouthwatering CORNBREAD. So satisfying and delicious!

Finally, I think I'm prepared to go another full year without giving a shit about what Abraham Lincoln, George Washington or any other dead person would have thought about our country electing a black president. It's been a good day.