Last night I dreamed that my mother called me, crying, asking if I heard the news. She told me the President had been shot. I kept saying, “But why would anyone want Cheney to be President?”
I knew it was a dream, but it was still upsetting. It wasn’t till a couple of hours after I was awake that I realized they would have shot Obama, not Bush. I’m not living in the past, but I am apparently spending my nights there.
Anyway, how could I forget my President is Black?? I mean, really. I used that Young Jeezy song in a commercial (yeah, I know…). It was tricky getting all the different writers on board and because we were in such a rush, I took matters into my own hands and tracked them down myself. They were super nice. Especially when I said to one of the them, “Hey…I have a question. What does ‘My lampost’s blue’ mean?'” Dead silence. More dead silence. I had never seen the video. I had no idea it was ‘My Lambo’s blue.’ Out of all the many people I know, not one of them would ever use ‘Lamborghini’ in a sentence, much less ‘Lambo.’ I was kind of mortified when he corrected me.
Download it and tell me it doesn’t sound like lampost! And also, let’s just get one thing straight: I don’t really care what color my President is, much less a Lambo, but I do want my President to be alive. K?
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