Friday, October 01, 2010

Back to being a punk

OK, it’s time to descend back into a bit of name calling for P-BO. I have tried to avoid it, but in this case there is no other way. The guy is a punk. Sure there is the picture above with the punk-in-chief sitting with his feet propped up on a national treasure as if it were a couple of crates of 1960s propaganda pamphlets still waiting for distribution in a community organizer’s office.


Here’s the e-mail commentary that goes with the picture:

The problem with public housing is that the residents are not the owners.

The people that live in the house did not earn the house, but were loaned the property from the true owners, the taxpayers. Because of this, the residents do not have the "pride of ownership" that comes with the hard work necessary. In fact, the opposite happens and the residents resent their benefactors because the very house is a constant reminder that they themselves did not earn the right to live in the house. They do not appreciate the value of the property and see no need to maintain or respect it in any way.

The result is the same whether you are talking about a studio apartment or a magnificent mansion full of priceless antiques. If the people who live there do not feel they earned the privilege, they will make this known through their actions. The picture illustrates the point!

The Resolute Desk was built from the timbers of the HMS Resolute and was a gift from Queen Victoria to President Rutherford B. Hayes.

It is considered a national treasure and icon of the presidency.

Mr. Obama, with all due respect, get your damn feet off of our desk.

You're one arrogant Chicago politician, really!

All very accurate, But there is also this:

"People are frustrated, their anxious, they're scared about the future. And they have a right to be impatient about the pace of change. I'm impatient," President Obama said at an event for Gen44. "It took time to free the slaves," he added.

WHAT!? What is this delusional punk talking about? What is there in our national character today that is on a par with condoning slavery? Idiot. Fool. Poltroon. Dolt. Weasel.

And if there is some sin on a par with slavery in our national character today, what is it exactly that qualifies you to identify it or correct it? You cannot seriously be comparing yourself to Lincoln, can you? Well here is comparison that is making the rounds in cyberspace:

1. Lincoln placed his hand on the Bible for his inauguration.
Obama used the same Bible.

2. Lincoln came from Illinois.
Obama comes from Illinois.

3.. Lincoln served in the Illinois Legislature.
Obama served in the Illinois Legislature.

4. Lincoln had very little experience before becoming President.
Obama had very little experience before becoming President.

5. Lincoln rode the train from Philadelphia to Washington for his inauguration.
Obama rode the train from Philadelphia to Washington for his inauguration.

6. Lincoln was a skinny lawyer.
Obama is a skinny lawyer.

7. Lincoln was a Republican.
Obama is a skinny lawyer.

8. Lincoln was highly respected.
Obama is a skinny lawyer.

9. Lincoln was born in the United States.
Obama is a skinny lawyer.

10. Lincoln was called Honest Abe.
Obama is a skinny lawyer.

But wait, still there is more. This punk of president was the opening act for some rapper laid on by the DNC call B.O.B Here’s the lyrics to his super hit “I’m dat nigga” Follow up to his mega monster “He be da udder Nigga”: Yes our super classy president was sharing the stage with “dat nigga.”

Im Dat Nigga
Im that nigga X3
and im clean, that machine,
super cool, super mean
(T.I.)
You Already know,
im the hottest nigga you heard in a long time,
introducin you to the hottest nigga you heard in a long time..
mega pimp, super clean, the coolest in the universe. niggas hatin on what he doin, just mad cause they aint do it first.
his name pop up when you hit "playa" on ya google search. bitches bow they heads and bend they knees, just like they do in church.
drop dough into a purse, before you get into a skirt.
she agree to do the work, before she get into the purp.
till my pine box drop down into the dirt, ima be by far the hottest nigga known to the earth. in the air i fly cant compare, my swagger to another rapper dont you dare try, anybody wit a pair of eyes can look and see, no licorcy, will ever be, next to me. or nothin near by. tho i invite you all to try, aye, ima a fair guy. just approach with caution, be aware, cause i dont share my..thrown. my crown i own, hottest flo on any song. im on im gone...nigga!

B.o.B you up next baby,

GRAND HUSTLE NIGGA!
if i aint the hottest nigga on the mutha fuckin universe, i guess ill just have to do till he get here nigga!

(B.o.B)
Here i go...
Im that nigga that you heard about thru word of mouth,
they prolly said i change the music in the dirty south,
now that the word is out,
the timing is perfect now,
to take all these hypicritical rumors and burn em down.
if you observe the doubt you would see what they worried bout,
they say i sound like dre when im rappin bout virgins now,
honestly, i could give a fuck wut you blurtin out.
point blank, im in the game..rockin my jerseys now.
so just accept me or dont pay me no mind,
either way you gonna be hearin me all the time,
wether on greg street, or 107.9,
or on yo favorite rap blog, on yo rap website,
and if that aint right, then show me straight to the judge.
just like bryan nichols i aint spittin, nuthin but slugs,
venomous blood in my vains,
chemicals up in my brain,
yes i resemble a criminal,
B.o. Bizzle, you aint fuckin wit mane!
ahhh!


Hmmm, very, what?  Uplifting?

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