Victory

Hello my lovelies.

Yes. I am back. And without a vengeance. I have been celebrating for the past week. As you probably all already know, the first Black President has been elected in the United States. Barack Hussein Obama is a hero to many people, including me. Thanks, Oprah.

Now, with that out of the way, I would like to say that I hope to god that he doesn’t fuck this up for us. It would ruin everything I didn’t work for. Because, of course, being born in 1990, I haven’t really been around long enough to experience the whole massive segregation thing that my parents did. But it doesn’t mean that it hasn’t been drilled into my head that « white people are evil » (according to my mother). It must really kill her that I only date white men. Ha. Oh well. Tough luck, mother.

But let’s face it, its not like he’s really black. Hello people, his mother is paler than a sick ghost. Put him next to a real black dude fresh off the boat from Congo, and you can tell that this “nigga” ain’t really a nigga. He’s just kinda tan. Now before all of you come through the computer to kill me, I’M BLACK!!! I can say these things. You all can’t.

I’m Canadian, so I couldn’t vote for Obama, but would I have, if given the chance? HELL FUCKING YEAH! What did you think? That I was a closet McCain fan? Are you fucking insane? That old wrinkly white-haired guy with his vagina-look-alike of a neck? No way. I prefer e young sexy refined and SLIM Obama.

WOUH! GO OBAMA!