Emily,
Please let me know what words were objectionable, because in my neighborhood, this is considered normal dialogue. (LOL actually, in Flushing, its considered talking like a little girl. Dang! I cleaned it up as much as possible. I would get beaten up for being so lame around here... )
I also noted that, according to your organization: "Content on blogs in My.BarackObama represents the opinions of community members and in no way should be interpreted as endorsed or approved by the campaign"That being considered, why take such offense to local ccolloquialisms...? Please, Emily, keep me posted on what words or phrases that my community uses are not acceptable... That way I (or anyone responding, like Jann Wenner) won't offend anybody (or bring up issues that might be too touchy).
Yours,C42D
Editor's note: This is a cleaned up version, sorry for the previous one that was too real.
I got my finger on the trigger so ni**az wonder whyBut livin in the city, it's do-or-die...One has to wonder, given the current state of America and its media outlets, how long it will take to brand Barack Obama as another home boy from the streets. You know what I mean? The kind Dr. Dre glorified in his prophetic cut "The Day the Ni**az Took Over" on the THC-infested album, The Chronic.If you don't like reality, leave now.(or delete my post -ed)
Because, I am back again, and telling it like it is. And yes I am as white as that loaf of wonder bread that just went up to $2.79 a loaf (probably due to increased gas prices in transport).I am not trying to fan flames. To the contrary, I want to squash them before they ignite.I'ma say this and I'ma gettin mine.If you ain't down for the Africans here in the United States, period point blank.If you ain't down for the ones that suffer in South Africa from apartheid and sh*t. Devil, you need to step your punk a$$ to the side, and let us brothers and us Africans step in and start puttin some funk in that a$$- All Quotes from Dr Dre, "The Day the Ni**az Took Over"...and THAT is what you can expect next on the FOX news bullhorn. I remember 1993 quite well. The 'riots' never hit Rochester, NY like they did Los Angeles or Miami, but I remember The Chronic coming out and being scared. Yeah, I was wondering how many home boys were ready to loot, or throw a cinder block at my head. And frankly, I couldn't blame them. I would be pissed off too. It was a surreal scene, for those of you who can't remember: OJ being cornered by the LAPD during the Yankees playoffs, Half of Compton, Los Angeles on fire, and a general feeling of "ohh... fu*k... here we go..." deep in your gut. Ah yes, the Good Old Days. ain't we lucky we got em... I was as much into "The Chronic" as Dr. Dre was back then, and yes, I expected nothing less than to be jacked at any moment between the Reginald Denny beating and the OJ verdict. . ....Me not out for peace and me not Rodney KingMe gun goes click, me gun goes bang—Yeah, and now it sems like only a matter of time before FOX news picks up on Obama carrying a big wooden stick and playing the Race Card for all its worth. I am sure the Friends of the South and the other yahoos behind the giant Confederate Flag put on display near the interstate in Florida are chomping at the bit now. "SEE, son? it's not a stick in Mr. Obama's hand, it.s a SPEAR, and...."Yeah, right. Rednecks.One has to hope that the American public is smarter than that. But at the root of this whole issue is a grim fact: There is a strong insurgency of racists living right here in our country and they will play to the general populace's fears, do anything, to ensure Obama does not get elected. Why, you ask? because if he does, they rationalize, we will have to deal with......ni**az start to loot and police start to shoot...I admit I was a sick racist cracker back then. But only due to my own absorbtion of the media and how it portraited the situation at the time. Yeah, C42D, they are coming, coming with a big wooden stick to beat your white ass down, so you better RUN... and run fast.But it's 2008, man. Is it over? Not hardly. A friend in Rochester just told me a story today about how a group of young African American boys swarmed him and his dog- a great dane - at a local park. While some of them honestly wanted to just interact with the giant dog, some were bent on fuc*ing with the dog and its owner. Walking away from the mob, my (white) friend heard someone in the group say, "white people smell like dog poop"... which may have been the case... but still, the kid is lucky he didnt release the great dane at that moment... But that is neither here nor there, the point is, racism, on BOTH sides, is alive and well. And BO‚ Mister soon-to-be president-elect, (we pray), that is where YOU come in.You see, I am a white guy who loves gangster rap. When I hear Dre talking about "Everybody peepin out the window when they hear me creepin' up the street," I want that to be YOU... Mr. Obama.... And they are peepin out the window. You have the country's attention. A country divided by economic hardship, stereotypes re-enforced by the media, and long, extremely drawn-out racial issues that need to be buried like the last cannon at Appomattox. . . But in the end, BO, you have to deal with cities upon cities of men and women who believe (and I agree, sh*t, I am practically there myself) that:Nobody told us today, in other words,You're still a slave. No matter how much money you got, you still ain't sh*t...So remember, as you are creepin' up the street, remember these words and don't just keep grinning and kicking it, because underneath the surface of this country is a dark underbelly of hatred and fear that those in power, like Bush, like McCain and the Oligarchy that surround them, those will be more than happy to play the Race Card to your detriment.Be on your guard, Barack. its like a Jungle, sometimes it makes me wonder how I keep from going under...Yrs,C42DFlushing, NY
Well, here I am, smack-dab in the worst year of my life... Over $50,000 in debt, an ex-drug addict, and exactly $1.53 in my bank account. Today, one of only two remaining credit lines I have was closed due to a king-hell f*ckaround at the bank involving all kinds of fun things like the fact the VISA transactions take priority over electronic funds transfers, even if that transfer is for $220.00 and its the only thing standing between you and another credit card being closed. But hey, there are some things money can't buy, like me throwing my phone through the wall when I found out about this. For everything else, there's VISA. And Big Money. And crap like the bullsh*t Bush has laid on us for the past seven years while we laid around in a post 9-11 coma... Listen I was ON A PLANE THAT MORNING... to BOSTON. My ex-girlfriend (who broke up with me when I got addicted to drugs after the attacks) was literally STAMPEDED by a mob in downtown Manhattan when the towers fell. I know depression, and I know 9-11. I live in Queens. And no one knows better than me that I was gung-ho to support ol' Bush right after the attacks. But something happened. I came to my senses, and watched as the good-will of the planet collapsed into a mess of orange jumpsuits and Abu Gihrab torture manuals, slimy and dripping with oil. Something is wrong here.
So yeah, another Morning in America: Wake up, no money, another credit card closed, gas at $4.85 a gallon for hi-test, but it doesn't matter because in 15 days the car insurance will be cancelled, borrowing $20 from my girlfriend to eat, recovering from a shattering addiction, and wondering- how the fu*k can I do something to ensure this freaking Republican Party never gets another president elected? That's when, just out of instinct, I stumbled upon barackobama.com. And then I realized something else — not only to these fiends have a kick-ass web site that shoud have McCain shaking in his boots, they allow ALL OF US TO TAKE PART... and do what we want. Hmmmm so here I am: Another lone, ex-coked-out-American who wants Change, and wants it badly. Not just for myself but for my Country...
Listen up, Barack: You talk a lot, and we like your talk, and you better deliver. I am sick of being sold down the river. I saw our current President flush an entire planet's good will and intentions down the toilet and I will be dammed if I believe in another round of bullsh*t about "change-this" and "you-are-the customer-" that. YOU BETTER DELIVER. I read today that you said the Democratic National Comittee would no longer accept money from federal lobbyists or political action committees. Well, holy sh*t!! Isn't that about time! I LOVE YOU man, Because that is exactly what 99% of us want. Because... well, 99% of us get screwed when the DNC DOES accept those donations... but if you back down on that, BO, you are a chickensh*t and you will lose all the momentum you are buliding, just like Bush did. So be strong, man. I believe in you, you beautiful son of a.... and this is a man who hasn't EVER believed in ANY president since...well... EVER. I never knew what it felt like to believe until today. Cherish those words as proof that its working BO, and its working WELL.
Heck, I haven't even seen you speak. I never even read your campaign platform. It doesn't matter. I believe in the idea of you and if that doesn't get your fire burning, I don't know what will. This washed-up, broke, ex-drug-addict is writing a full page of single-spaced words and joining your team based on the idea of BARACK OBAMA. Now that is some power you have there, BO, Downright JFK-like and you better use it wisely... Our country needs you!
So yeah, you got me BO, for now... just don't do any of that good-ol' flip-floppin' that FOX News loves to report on. You seem like a good guy. And God knows we need a African-American President already. Hillary as VP? I dunno, man that's your call. You know how Billy rocked that oval office. But I think a female VP and a Commander-in-chief with a little bit of soul will do this country some good. And screw anyone who says that's a racist comment because its not. I am white, I can't boogie, and I sure as heck can't pay my bills on time— but I can write like no other.
I encourage everyone with an affinity for passionate debate, motorcycles, football, overdue credit card bills, web design, and the Money-Grubbing Elite that are strangling our country, to post something in this Blog.
You have found your home. Now go to it, my sons and daughters...
Yrs,
C42D
Flushing, NYC
