Saturday, November 08, 2008

Obama is The MAn

Barack Hussain Obama is the first black man to be the President of the United States of America.

It's unbelievable, scary, thrilling, worrisome exciting, inspirational and sublime.

Black people have never been happier about a singular subject. People around the world have never been happier about America. Up here in Montreal Quebec, ask anyone what they think and they'll explode into ecstatic conversation.

Incredible how this contrasts the McCain ticket. Had the preposterous Republican ticket of the Old Man and his Nurse been elected, the shadow of depression cast upon the consciousness of the world by the Bush Administration would deepen. America's Last Chance would have to wait another four years, if we lasted that long under President Palin.

A friend of mine said something I'm sure many black folk are thinking: that you can no longer say 'The Man' because Obama is president. But skin colour and heritage does not necessarily mean he can change the way things have always been.

But there's hope.

Still, Barack Obama IS part of the system and so are we. Every time we buy Nikeys Ruffles and diamonds we're the Man. Shop@ Walmart and Ikea we're the man, eat factory-farmed meat and go to the Dollarstore we're the man.


President-elect Obama does something McCain could never do in a thousand years: make people smile millions of miles away. Have people cheering "Yes we can" and smile his name to a complete stranger.

Even if it's a conspiracy and the Republicans offered such a pathetic ticket in Palin and McCain that we almost had no choice but to choose the most logical, charismatic, intelligent, young and honourable candidate, Obama gives us something we haven't had in a long time: hope.

I believe. All we can do is wait and see and maybe, just maybe, try and let him inspire us to be better people.

Monday, November 03, 2008

Special Request

If Barack Obama becomes the First Black President of the United States of America, I hereby request a small favour:

Can those who use the word 'nigga' please replace it with 'Obama'?

Thank you

Saturday, October 25, 2008

We represent the People!

That's right Joe The Plumber! Sure my lifestyle's different from yours; You don't fly around in a private jet for work, but you understand that. You also understand that a lady needs to look good to woo you, frame my disarming charm and charisma with Versace and Prada. You understand that my stylist gets paid more than the Republican party Foreign Policy Advisor, because style is much more important than how we treat them there foreigners! After all, didn't we handle the Taliban?

$150,000 is a respectable amount of money to keep me looking sharp when I stumble over my words from those horrible reporters and their tricky questions. They actually think they're being fair! But don't you worry my fellow Americans. I'm here to help you cling to your religion and guns, cuz by golly, look what it's gotten us so far!

Saturday, October 18, 2008


Does the last thing in the world you should do feel so good beCAUSE it's the last thing in the world you should do?

Friday, October 10, 2008

The Wrong Wing


Whatever happened to that book? My Moms got me this book of world tales when I was a yung'n. A big blue hardcover with a colourful sleeve long since torn and tattered. Grease stains adorned the cover--hey! Maybe I can get another on eBay...

In it churned tales from around the world, some familiar, most not, each accompanied by beautifully painted illustrations. One such story was The Emperor's New Clothing, its hucksters always off-frame save for their gestculating hands. Of course when the emperor and his entourage toured the city in a nude parade all but one went along. This person seemed to be a beggar, in the illustration, black and apparently too simple to bullshit his majesty. He got a smack for his idiocy. I feel much like that beggar save for the bitch-slap.

Has anyone noticed?

No one is willing to admit they're wrong. Oop! I voted for a Fratboy President, sorry! How was I to know? 'God Bless America' seemed all he breathed and that was good enough for me.

The factless will go along with the tide even when exposed for the hook-line-and-sinkers they are. Oh I've been wrong. More tims than I can count and will be wrong at least one more time before I pass into the unknown and really find out what the fuck is on the other side.

Complacency and Pride are the biggest hurdles we face, not the Fat Cats. They'll be alley cats without the the steady diet we slop into their ever-growing mouths.

Saturday, October 04, 2008

The Fall of The American Empire(?)

I heartell McCain is a food company.

I heartell Palin shoots moose so she can't understand Black folk, goshdarnit.

I heartell There'll be a bloodbath if the black president is Martin-Luther-Kinged.

I heartell the East will rise when Babylon falls.

I'm in Canada, but I'll be voting for someone who isn't running.

At least not in these parts.

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

In A Handbasket

Blood red ribbons, puss oozing out the weavework, toxic corpses poking through radioactve holes. The fruit of stolen labour and chesire blowjobs gives off a funk to turn The Godfather the other cheek.

Taking a piss on your face I notice an orifice that shouldn't be there. Kinda lika belly button, but playing mainstage on your forehead. Musta melted the eye away with nownownow.

Oop too late. Now the dupe's in you and me. But I like the taste of those chips and this shiney shiney thing, I don't know the blown-off kid. nownownow I can't even sea across the pond, not even from my house.

A heartbeat less should bring the Empire into burn 'til the next

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