My neighbor across the street from me has a McCain/Palin sign in his yard. He rarely speaks. It’s always forced and mildly uncomfortable. He has two beautiful little girls. They play out front. They’re a bit older than my kids, but I assume eventually they will cross paths if I stay in this house for another 5 years.
I’ve decided that we need to just cut the country in half. I don’t care if it’s vertically down the middle or longitudinally. It doesn’t matter to me. But I’m moving to the Obama/Biden side. I think Palin’s a robot. I think she has an Admantium skeleton. I think we should give the McCain/Palin people half the country and we take the other half. Fuck it. Let’s just wish them Godspeed and let those fuckers rot in their fear and anger. They fear change and they’re angry that their spoils of slavery are now drying up. If you’re white and not rich yet then shame on you. You missed a boat that Ray Charles and Stevie Wonder could fuckin’ see. Sucks to be you.
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This is an extremely exciting time. There’s so much shit poppin’ off right now that although I’m terrified, I’m invigorated and incredibly eager to watch the change unfold. It’s a trip when you have little kids and you live in a time of such utter flux. But part of me revels in the flux. Because we’ve lived with the ghetto birds and red dogs and batter rams for so long. The coming military occupation of North America won’t be a shock to niggas who’ve lived under martial law in the ghettos for all these years. This old Jewish film teacher told me that he was glad that gas was gonna be $12/gallon soon. He was happy that families would be forced to spend time with each other again.
The grey market just got bigger folks. The hustlers just got hungrier. The teeth of the wolves are sharper now. And the night just got darker. Can you run 6 miles in pitch black darkness? Draw water from a stone? We have just entered the final phase of our transition into Aquarius. Shed your skins while you can and allow yourselves to be reborn into this brave new world where America is but a memory of itself.
My homegirl just read this post and said, “Nigga, fuck all that shit. I gotta buy formula!”
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