Lhe grindstones of memory grind unceremoniously. In four days, Joe Biden gave the impression of being in the White House for a month. A president-minute, as soon as the oath is taken. At home, without losing a second, he settled behind the Resolute desk of the Oval office, under the gaze of his family, whose framed photos took place behind him on a pedestal table around a bronze by the trade unionist Cesar Chavez ( in case we did not understand that the president is the friend of blue collar workers).
Having been repeatedly chairman of Senate committees and then vice-chairman for eight years obviously helps to become president of the United States. In the pace. In the way in which to attack a stack of presidential decrees as if it were a daily task. In the ability to install that soothing feeling of routine.
Joe Biden had a predecessor. An unbelievable guy, we remember him very well. Well, not very well, but we remember it. At least we remembered it. Because the signature ofexecutive orders three days has already produced retinal accumulation. Joe Biden at his President’s desk, Vice President Kamala Harris by his side. Joe Biden requisitions gravity, because the hour is serious. Joe Biden sits down, opens the signature, goes through the text, signs it with a fountain pen and moves on to the next one, without exposing it to the objectives as his predecessor did with his huge initial, traced with felt-tip pen.
New old
The new president is an old one, surrounded by exes, by the dozen. His chief of staff, Ron Klain, “chief-of-staffait” already for the vice-president Al Gore twenty-five years ago. Its spokesperson, Jen Psaki, “spokesperson” at the State Department between 2013 and 2015, before “director-of-communication” at the White House until the end of Barack Obama’s administration.
The first spokesman for Joe Biden’s predecessor, Sean Spicer, had inaugurated his duties by scolding the press who doubted that the crowd present at the swearing-in of his superior was the largest in human history. Sean Spicer had rushed in disorder to please a president just arrived and already furious. It had only lasted six months.
By comparison, Jen Psaki looks like a baseline tennis player with the legs of a marathon runner. Smile, dodge, smile, language elements, smile, I don’t have the answer, but we’ll get back to you: she drops the raised hands of journalists in the press room, one after the other, methodically.
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