It's Thursday, January 21st. I'm Achila Hughes.

And I'm getting arrested and this is what the day where it's now been zero days since our last bad president.

That's right. I guess we've cleaned up our act. The White House smells good again.

So hoping for no more mistakes like this.

Yes. Once the White House is cleaned, we cannot dirty it again.

We just can't. We've been through it, okay?

On Today's show, The Flurry of Action from President Biden on day one, then some headlines.

But first the latest.

That even as we grieved, we grew, that even as we hurt, we hoped that even as we tired,

we tried that we'll forever be tied together victorious.

Not because we will never again, no defeat. But because we will never again, so division.

Schybser tells us to envision that everyone shall sit under their own vine and fig tree,

and no one shall make them afraid.

If we're to live up to our own time, then victory won't lie in the blade,

but in all the bridges we've made. That is the promised blade, the hill we climb,

if only we dare it, because being American is more than a pride we inherit.

It's the past we step into and how we repair it.

That was 22 year old Amanda Gorman, the youngest ever inaugural poet reciting her poem,

The Hill We Climb at Yesterday's inauguration.

If you haven't watched the video of it, you absolutely must. She was spitting bars.

There was not a dry eye in the house.

Yeah, seriously. She was unbelievable. And apparently also finished writing this after

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