October 03, 2008 | Tags: none
My days and nights are probably like every other average person. I drag myself out of bed every morning at any given hour, jump on this technological snot box where I then spend the next few updating the
side hustle, finishing up a project, reading sports checking out my various online neighbors (What up Alumnah? What up Gangstarr Girl? What up herfection?) and, of course, searching for pictures of naked women on message boards around the globe. If I’m lucky – and I’m usually not – I don’t get to do too much, which means I can spend more time doing the things I need to do to keep me under the roof of the no-room mansion I currently dwell in, finish up on pieces for this site and other venues, attend an event or two and crack up at the butthurtedness nature of random-ass mouf breevers and “co-workers” as they try to show my other, more cynical half the error of his ways on this site, as if they still don’t know that their complaints and pseudo-lashings about the way he puts words together are nothing more than the psychological equivalent of hot sauce on his fried chicken omelets.
Delicious.
Crazy thing is, he has more in common with my detractors than A.I. and Jay-Z’s affinities for ballin’ and rhymin’ (Get it? More in Carmen?). See, he’s the archetype of AmeriKKKa’s average male minority: young, Black and just don’t give a fluck. He enjoys procreation and purple Kool-Aid like everybody else, has called women out of their name more than his fair share of times (errr…sorry, ladies) and tries to live life to the fullest, despite the fact that my bank account acted all kinds of retarded once JP Morgan yoked up Washington Mutual last week. Or maybe one of my uncles in Abuja (not Lagos, get it right) finagled my bank account number from somewhere when he tricked some dumbass YT out of it with those emails.
It wouldn’t have been the first time.
In other words, my other half could be doing a lot worse than, say, slandering those loveable turban rockers in the Middle East [1]. With the way things are going right now, chilling with our newest blogger in South Afrika doesn’t seem so bad. And if you think about it, his ways of thinking are probably on par with the silliness displayed in these presidential campaigns. Shit, it was almost as if Sarah Palin, Mad Dog McCain and the rest of those bum-ass Log Cabin Republicans discovered a way to pull the innermost sullied thoughts from my head and actually say them on a national stage. Kind of like what my other half does here, but much bigger.
Ironic how I can’t stand those assholes.
Most of my compatriots are probably voting for Obama, what with all that paraphernalia found on street corners, mall stores and dive bars across the nation convincing them to do so, and with all good reason: who the hell would want a full-blown, White, middle-upper class version of my sour half running the country for the next four years? With all that power? Sheeit, even I’m not that stupid to want that mistake to go down. Sad thing is, I’m probably not voting for either, should I even decide to do so. Why? Because I’m young, Black and just don’t give a fluck.
The moral of this story? Vote McKinney.
[1] Can somebody explain that to me? Are they a race, a religion or both? *Wikipedia search* Ah, okay: they’re both. Nevermind.
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