Election Night, Post-Victory Questions, 'Tata Salad and Updates On My Love Life

Okay:

"Well, what do you know? Barack Hussein Obama. The nigga pulled it off." So said my father when he called me a little after midnight on Wednesday morning.

"Poor Jesse," he continued. "Nigga can't catch a break."

Of course, he was referring to Jesse "The Castrator" Jackson, who was weeping genuine-ish tears amidst a sea of miscellaneous white faces in Chicago during Barack's sober victory speech. Oprah, who was surprisingly well-composed, wasn't giving up nearly as dramatic a performance, even though she has a penchant for such displays. By far, the most disturbing image of the night.


But I digress. President-Elect Obama won the election by what the pundits are calling a "decisive margin". I haven't heard the word "landslide" used. And it makes me wonder what exactly constitutes a landslide. Because in my admittedly under informed eyes, it looks like McCain got his ass whooped.



I'm not trying to rub it in. I'm just saying.

Of course, being a single parent and all, I didn't get to go out to an election party or anything. It was a school night. She was tucked away in her bed, and I was struggling to stay awake in my computer chair. And, as you may have already ascertained, I was surfing for porn while watching the results. First Kentucky for McCain. Then Vermont for Obama. Then I found a great Lacey Duvalle scene, post butt-implants.

Pretty typical night.

I imagine Barack got laid that night. Michelle looks like she would consider it a forgone conclusion. There would be no coaxing necessary. And she, as we all know, has no need for implants.

Her dress was horrendous. I think they dress her poorly on purpose to distract from all that ass.

I should stop. I'm talking about the next First Lady or the First Lady-Elect or whatever. If I was President, my wife would be The First Main Bitch.


Well, I've been pulling and rooting for my man Barack for the past 2 years, and now my job is done. All I can think is, He better not fuck up. I wonder what his first taste of scandal or crisis will look like. Will he misspeak at a press conference? Will he botch a military operation? Will they find his outside kids?

Where is Hillary?



So, while I was watching the results and downloading porn I came to the slow realization that Obama was winning. Then, around 11:00pm, MSNBC declared Barack Obama the projected winner. Immediately, my phone began buzzing with text messages.

"We did it."

"Go Obama."

"Cherish this day."

"History has been made."

"Breakout the fried chicken, watermelon, hot sauce and tata salad. He won!"

And, "Make sure you have plenty of water cuz there are gonna be a lot of salty crackers at work tomorrow."

Then, as many of you already know, I heard something I hoped I wouldn't hear.

You guessed it.

Gunshots.

But you know what? If I was drunk and had a gun, I'd have probably bust off a few rounds myself. So they get a pass for the night.


Did you know Sarah Palin gets to go back to being governor of Alaska? If I were an Alaskan I wouldn't want her sorry ass anymore. You take 3 months off from work to interview for another job, and when you don't get it you just come back to the office like nothing happened. Who was running the state while she was off campaigning and buying $150,000 worth of St. John business suits? The First Dude?

John McCain also gets to go back to being the senior Arizona senator. I predict he'll be dead before 2012. Not trying to be morbid or anything. I'm just saying.

To be fair, if they had lost, Obama and Biden, who were up for reelection actually, could have gone back to their senate seats. They both won their races by a "decisive margin".

And speaking of Alaska being stupid, did you know that as of now, convicted felon Senator Ted Stevens is projected to win his seat?



There is a reason George Washington and the forefathers put Alaska way the fuck up there in Canada. Them motherfuckers is crazy.



On a personal note, I am dating someone. I've mentioned her a few times in previous blogs. She was referred to simply as "My Crush". Anyway, things are pretty serious and I couldn't be happier.

There are no other women.

We go out every weekend. We talk on the phone for hours. We text each other while we're at work. This weekend I fed her chocolate covered strawberries and oranges while we watched a Sanaa Lathan movie.

For the record, I hate Sanaa Lathan movies. And I hate chocolate.

This weekend, she's taking me to church.

It's all painfully gay, but I'm really enjoying it.

Really enjoying it.


I just hope she doesn't turn out to be some sort of piss freak or try to stick her finger up my ass or something. That would suck...majorly.

And here is the "Government Game" video again because it seems so appropriate now.

Enjoy...

Thanks for reading.

GOBAMA!!!

Remembering Marky Mark, Details on the Upcoming Dirty Water Show and Some Random Videos

Okay:

It was an eventful weekend. I went to see Max Payne with a "friend" who is coo-coo for cocoa puffs over Mark Wahlberg. Of course, she's old enough to remember those Calvin Klein ads, but has somehow blocked out what I consider the highlight of his career, a smart and cleaver treatise on the economy called "I Need Money".

Is there a cooler white boy in Hollywood? *read sarcasm*

In all fairness, it took a while for me to come around but I now prefer boxer briefs. Even though I don't really have the legs for it. When I wake up in the morning they're all baggy, like really soft boxers. Not a good look. But when I put em on first thing in the morning...well. If I weren't so shy, I'd post a picture.

For the record, Max Payne, while it apparently was the number one box office draw over the weekend, was without a doubt the worst movie I have seen this year. It was ridiculously lame. Visually stunning, although a big Sin City rip-off. But more disturbing than the mind-numbingly asinine and hard-to-follow plot was the acting. It was as if the actors in a passive aggressive attempt at vindictiveness for being duped into this, decided to telephone in every last line. It was like watching a full-dress table reading.

Even Wahlberg, who I believe has some serious chops, was hard to watch.

It's the Oscar curse though. Remember, after Halle Berry won she made like 5 shitty movies in a row? Including Catwoman. Look at Deniro and Pacino. When was the last time one of them made a good movie?

Wahlberg was also bad in The Happening, which previously held my title for worst film of the year. Both are guaranteed to be at The Raspberries. That's almost four hours of my life that I'll never get back thanks to Marky Mark.


In happier news, Joe and I (Dirty Water) will be returning to The Black Cat this weekend (Sunday October 26)to open for Little Brother. http://blackcatdc.com/schedule.html

We've got rehearsal this week and...well, I don't want to give anything away...but we're going to fuck it up.

Here's a clip of us at The Black Cat earlier this summer opening for The Cool Kids...

In Ignorance & Confidence news, things are going well and I've been getting great responses on the "Government Game" video. This weekend I plan to unveil my newest single, the hard-hitting District anthem "DC Izza Motha@#$%!". Be at the show to pick up a copy.

Here's the "Government Game" video again, in case you missed it...

And here's something I ran across that made me laugh my ass off. Warning, ladies. This is extremely misogynistic and piggish. But if you're not too uptight, give it a chance. DO NOT WATCH AT WORK.

Thanks for reading.


GOBAMA!