nobody asked me

Every blue moon I’ll stop thinking about shit like how having a longer cock gives male rats the edge in breeding and shit.

Which as all of you know is due to the fact that chick rats are whorie little sluts which makes the competition for rat pussy something fierce, so having the biggest cock in the gangbang works in these circumstances.

And I’ll think of other things like politics and shit or reading wither Sen. Barack Obama is being embraced by the black community or not.

Some big egghead think tank in Washington did a poll and they came up with the shit that black America isn’t ready for a black president which is why more then a few of us are sitting on the fence.

I’m not buying into that bullshit cause not only am I open to a black president but a women president as well. Fuck, as far as I’m concerned the shit flinging monkey from BJ and the Bear could do a better job then you know who. But I digress.

I might be outing myself to the black community but there’s a few common things that all black folk share in.

Jesus wears an afro, all black folks can’t dance and until those two assholes DC snipers showed up, we were proud that here in America you seldom heard of a black person killing muthafuckers in mass.

And when we hear of a rising black politician like Barack Obama, we tend to work the “let’s wait and see” policy.

We’ve been burned so many times I think by black politicians jumping on the stump making big noises only to be full of shit.

(Sharpton…cough….Jessie……cough…cough..)

We want and hope for a black politician that’ll make not only us proud but the rest of America too. We want Obama to represent, we want him to do right and as gay as it may sound, we want him to be the one.

But of course you know how I roll. Fuck I’m still holding out hope that Colin Powell will get bored and run for president.


"and the monkey flipped the switch"