The Mass Agree Part 3

…is finally here!

But first, a little background:

Way back in the day (read: two months ago) when President Obama was officially elected, I wrote two blogs: The Mass Agree Part 1 and The Mass Agree, Part 2. These blogs were basically reaction blogs to what had transpired on Tuesday, November 4^th. All of the emotions, the feelings, the traffic—all of it. I had also started a poem a few days before he was actually elected…but never finished it…until now.

It has never taken me so long to finish a poem. Ever. I started it on November 2^nd and up until last night, I had only written a line or two at a time, changed some stanzas, did some deleting, critiqued what I had at the time, changed the entire feel of the piece, and just procrastinated pretty hard. I think I just wanted it to be really, really good. I wanted to put my all into it, however one thing I learned from that attempt was…..my best pieces are created when I’m right in the moment at one time…not when I’ve spent a ridiculous amount of time trying to perfect it.

Before I present it though, I must give a “shout out” to my homie, Ronnie. For two months, he’s been encouraging me to “kick it in high gear” and get it done. He’s even helped me with the organization of the piece. And when I was particularly not feeling like touching the poem at all and started writing other pieces, he’d remind me, “Yo, Mal….you know you gotta get that Obama piece done…right?” Point blank: he kept me on my toes and made sure I got it done.

You may not even think it’s all that great…and that’s fine. But I’ve been “working on it” for months (literally) and I’m proud of it. I so rarely show my pieces but I think this deserves a showing.

So…without further adieu, here is….The Mass Agree, Part Three. Enjoy:

The Mass Agree, Part Three

Dreams are considered imaginary figments

That mold and develop within the minds of every pigment

While some aren’t meant to be, others stick together like dried cement

But it isn’t the dream itself that holds, it’s the dreamer beneath it

In the segregated years

Shadowing deep angst and mass fears

Blanketed all by lines defined by color that refused to be smeared

So sat in the place of good were a bucket load of tears

MLK marched and had a Dream that color lines were as vague as they are today

And no doubt, he was an integral part in paving the way

There’s still a battle to be fought, but not taking his effort for naught

Without his dreams and sacrifice, the country may be in a deeper state of dismay

Through the emotional rain, there lay a dream big as can be

A dream systematically greater than “the best”--the average Joe & Jane--you and me

Let’s see. How’s a thing so great to be?

The struggle for a remoteness in social equality

The road to change has been paved for ages

And through the years, the tough times, the sacrifices, the many stages

Many said we’d stay lost--say we’d never make it

And were told to chalk our efforts up to trial and error within the black historic pages

Until one man fought against the grain and broke through seemingly unrealistic barriers

And as he continued to look ahead, onlookers became scarier

In fear of the progression that resulted and the trust that was awarded

But as the end drew near, the anticipation became merrier

Gone were the blatant lines drawn, uplifting segregation to the highest level

Temporarily null were the snickers and the stares given that kept blacks in between poverty and unrelenting success—an invisible vestibule

What seemed to vanish were the color lines—the “Black”, the “White”, the “Asian”, the “Hispanic”, and…the ”Other”

No boxes to check; we are one group, one nation standing together

…even if it was just for a moment

This is…a moment of reflection

To relish in the much needed change of the country’s direction

To note our collective struggles, no matter the skin’s complexion

To realize the battle isn’t over and part of the strength is finally awarded…that’s the connection

Some feared change and wanted to relish in the methods of the past and present

Others knew the time had come but in their minds, they were still quite hesitant

In the end, the mass agree with what was truly Heaven Sent

The dream that came true—the coming of our 44^th President

(end)

Yea...Business As Usual...

(Mister Crooked himself)

Plain & Simple: Our Governor Rod Blagojevich was impeached today…by a unanimous vote of 141-1 …And Blagojevich criticized the impeachment process, calling it biased…YET he’s got no explanation for the federal charges he’s be charged with. Aside from shamelessly auctioning the Senate Seat, Blago has been busy with other less honorable dealings: The committee on Thursday unanimously recommended impeachment based on the criminal charges but other allegations as well—that Blagojevich expanded a health care program without proper authority, that he circumvented hiring laws to give jobs to political allies, that he spent millions of dollars on foreign flu vaccine that he knew wasn’t needed and couldn’t be brought into the country.” (taken from the article I read on it today right HERE). So given all of this, Blagojevich calls the impeachment process “biased”. Really, Blago?! Biased, how? I guess it’s unfair to cancel your political run right now based on all of these things. You’ve been good to Illinois as far as you’re concerned? Riiiight. Then again, he could be onto something. Illinois is so notorious for a dirty legislation it’s ridiculous. Business as usual, right? Business as usual…….. On an unrelated but still kinda related note, here’s a video/song I am really liking. Trust (and please believe) that I am not a Jeezy fan. But this song goes hella hard, no? Enjoy. .. (The actual video's coding was blocked so I had to settle for this one...) Have a good weekend, everyone!

The Mass Agree Part 2

The Mass Agree Part 2

I'm nearly a week late, but...so what? It isnt old news. Here we go.

It was very sunny, very bright, and pretty warm outside. Pretty warm for a November temperature, most definitely as weather here in Chicago tends to go through some pretty major temperature changes, oftentimes dropping from seasonably warm weather (mid 60s and above) to blink-of-an-eye drops. This is pretty common 'round these parts. We're all used to it.

However, today...was just a bit different. Today, the sun shone brightly, radiating over the heads of everyone outside, and put a little extra pep in everyone's step. Today marked an odd start to November. Today was Election Day.

Despite the birds that were singing louder than usual, the happy-go-lucky expressions etched across everyone's faces, and the seasonably warm weather, on the inside, while everyone appeared to be in good spirits, people were really nervous. Very nervous. Today was Election Day.

And it wasn't just any Election Day. Today was the official Presidential Election Day which would help to determine who would help to run the reigns of a now troubled country. At no point in this country's history had Election Day been so important. And it wasnt because the current president had run the economy into the ground and below but also because...whoever won the presidency would surely be marked in history.

The United States, known for its vast historical background that revolves around a 400+ year run with the enslaving of Africans now had an African-American candidate running. On the other end, the typical white male...with a White woman as his 2. Either way the race had went, history was no doubt to be made.

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On Election Day, I woke up from my sleep amazingly refreshed. For the past week, I had been severely sleep deprived, staying up too late and having to rise to work too early. At around ten o'clock every night, I was always tired, but...I couldnt get to sleep. And if I did? I was sure to awake at the middle of the night to write, read some more of one of the books I am working on, grab a drink of water, go to the bathroom, or talk/text on the phone, or....etc. Insomnia sucks.

But on Election Day? You'd think I got my usual eight hours of sleep and had breakfast to boot. In reality, I didn't get to sleep until around midnight and popped up at around 3am looking in my closet for what I already knew I was going to wear for the Big Day, and signing onto facebook, changing my status to: Mal really needs to take her ass to sleep...but she can't because she's too busy worrying about what she's going to wear for the Big Day. Or something like that.

I was too damn excited. That's for sure.

I took pics, prayed, and held onto a hidden worry all day about the possible results of the Election. At 7 o'clock, the first polls would close and the official count down would start for the Electoral College. I kept this in my mind all day long, looking at the time constantly and becoming silently annoyed with how slowly time seemed to creep forward. For me, 7 o'clock could not get here soon enough.

Work for my company let out at 1pm because we expected heavy traffic in downtown Chicago for the rally held at Grant Park, which is about 5 minutes away from my office by car. By the time 1pm hit, several streets were already closed off for the event that expected to start at 8pm. One of my homies, Randy had asked me to come join him and his son at the rally, but when I looked online for tickets, they were unsurprisingly all sold out. He (Randy) didnt have a ticket either but still wanted to go. As for me? As soon as I got off at 1pm and headed back to my area in the Wild 100s, I couldnt really see myself turning back around in all that traffic. Ugh! So I passed. And promised to watch the rally intently on my screen.

A few hours later, I was at my aunt's house. My aunt had organized a small watch party and after doing some minute running around just to pass the time (I was anxious as hell, y'all), I finally sat and watched the results slowly pour in.

[brief sidebar]

Everyone knows that Obama is my president and that I've been putting him into existence since the beginning of October. With all of the scandals and the information that came out about Palin at the last minute, making voters actually swing from dedicated Republicans to a Barack vote, my worries had actually ceased and a huge part of me wondered just why we had to wait until November 4th when it was soooooooo obvious who would be victor. However...when November 4th came, I'll admit that I humbled myself. Fast. I grew nervous (but not too nervous) and started praying more that day than I have for anything. Ever.

[end sidenote]

I really enjoyed watching this election day unfold on the tv screens. With every state that we (Democrats - Obama - Blue States, duh lol) won, I sent a mass text out to about 7 people at a time. I was waaaaaaaayyy too excited. One of my male homies kept asking me to come over to his place for his watch party but I didnt see a point in that and declined about 4 times. About an hour into the watch, one of my homies texted me to meet her at a bar about 7 minutes away. We text back about the plans and I tell my friend to text or call me when she finally gets home (she was on her way back from church and wouldnt be home for about a half hour).

At about 9:25pm/cst, I decided to head towards the bar. I really didnt want to leave my watch party but I left in order to keep an obligation to my friend and the results that had Obama in the lead (180-75, I believe) were moving very slowly. I wasnt worried at this point. Not at all.

I get to the bar, find my friend, and we wait outside. In a long line. As stupid as it was for me to leave my party to go to a bar just to wait in line, it was even more idiotic for me to stay in said line for about 10 minutes, to which case the line never moved. All within that time, I'm shaking now, texting people and asking them what the score was like it's a Lakers v. Celtics Championship game.

A minute after I send the text out...literally ONE minute after I send the text out, people in the line go (in unison), "YAYYYYYYYYY!!!!" My face, now blank, goes, "what happened?" I had just read a text from my friend Joy who reported the same tally of electoral votes that there were when I left the house about 20 minutes before.

"OBAMA WON!!!"

I wanted to shout and get completely out of character but....I didnt. My homegirl and I just left the line, said we'd talk later, got in our cars, and went back to our homes.

As soon as I get in the car, I call my homie Ronnie and was way too excited. He didnt seem all that impressed.

It was then that I noticed my Cool leaving me. Right at this exact second.

As soon as I get off the phone, my phone immediately starts blowing up with calls. One of them was Jen. As soon as I answered Jen's call, "AHHHHH HE WON, GIRL!" was all I could say. I had been at a stop light and dancing in my car to a song I dont even remember now. All I know is...Obama won. And I was very quickly losing my mind.

When I get back to my aunt's house, my aunt and my grandmother were on the phone with my mom. I was on the phone with Joy. It was all too much. The excitement got the best of me and I got off the phone....and cried. When Obama won PA, I cried a little. But this? This was different. I looked at my 80, going on 18 year old grandmother who sat comfortably talking to my mother on the phone about everything, while she wiped tears of joy from her face. She has told me so many stories of her own bouts with race that she's experienced and seeing the first African American president (mixed or not) is something out of a dream. As soon as I saw her and her reaction, I immediately wished that my other grandparents had seen such an achievement. My grandmother is the only one left and this was huge for her!

I knew right then that I may not be able to write at all the next day. The feeling was incredibly surreal.

And as usual...I couldn't sleep. I was too excited and I needed to make sure that this was real. I couldnt believe it. We have our first African-American President of the United States and............the mass agreed.

Part 3 Coming Soon....

The Mass Agree Part 1

I've actually been trying to write a blog all day. Fact is, I am way too in my emotions about this. I am too happy. I am too estatic. I am too overjoyed, overwhelmed with excitement, and overemotional about the last several days. I have not been this emotional all year long. I just....havent.

(God, I love this man)

So...since I am at a loss for words, I need some time. I need some time to let it all sink in. I need some time gather my words together. I need some time to get my "Cool" back....because I've definitely lost it since 11pm cst. Trust.



Please stay tuned. And here's a small clip. Enjoy. LOL

Peace.

Barack the Vote!

Let’s see here—12:42pm. I have 18 minutes before I’m busting out of the workplace and continuing on with my day—Election Day.. Ahh what a beautiful day it is.

I actually told myself yesterday that I was done writing on politics and this whole thing until tomorrow at least. But I can’t pull away from it. Not this go ‘round.

I feel so wholesome this election season. It’s an indescribable feeling that leaves me filled up and whole within every orifice in my being. My soul feels a divine sense of worth and belonging—something I’ll admit that I never truly felt until this election season.

I absolutely love the changes that Obama has made already, without having stepped foot in the White House yet. I love him with a passion—to the core of my being. And why? I love him because he isn’t just a Black man wanting to paint the White House brown and making changes his way, but because he’s smart and brilliant. A man that sees the severity of the change needed and is willing to work towards achieving such tremendous change, not for him, but for the good of Americas as a whole.

Michelle should really feel like the most blessed woman in the world.

Through all of the scandal, the media attention, and lies and stretched statements that starters have tried time and again to make Obama out to be a force to fear, he has pulled through, risen above it all, and remained standing tall. You cant help but grin in his direction or whenever you hear his name. Just his name alone has the ability to leave you (or at least myself) with a filled heart that I can’t ignore.

Today in downtown’s Grant Park, Obama will have a rally that is expecting something like a million people from all over the nation. Right now, some streets are closed and things are bound to get crazy pretty soon, especially tonight. I do not have a ticket to get into the event but I know that I can still make it. I haven’t decided whether I’ll be there or not but one thing’s for sure: I’ll definitely be bookmarking this moment in history. Today, I will be taking pictures of everything. Tomorrow I will too. Call it a Before and After show of sorts. I am expecting things to change somewhat 180—all within a matter of hours.

I can’t wait.

I’m going to wrap this up now. It’s almost time to catch my train outta here. If you haven’t voted yet…………Please go and do so. The time is now for change.

BARACK THE VOTE!!!!!

I'm Proud

As some of you know, last weekend I went campaigning in Merrillville and Gary, Indiana for the Obama campaign. The campaigning was for door-to-door campaigns within a list of homes that were either Democratic or Undecided residences. The purpose was to make sure that all residences for which we were instructed to "hit" were registered, understood this year's election process, and encourage early voting as since this election will be bananas in the polls. Voting early is extremely encouraged.

All in all, it was a pretty good turnout. Aside from the seemingly endless McCain/Palin '08 signs that were hung up on trees, planted firmly in front of lawns, and stuck in windowsills on the way to our "target areas", everything ran pretty smoothly. I even met an elderly white woman who had just recently moved to the slums of Gary, Indiana from her hometown in a rural area in Mississippi who invited me and my homegirl inside her home, attempt to get her registration taken care of via calling our Head Coordinator of the event, and chat almost endlessly about her son who lives in the area she just moved to and her deceased husband. We were about two minutes away from being offered some hot chocolate before we realized that we had an entire list of other homes to spread the word to.

It was refreshing to find such a good heart within the realm of the perceived hatred that is assumed within a lot of elder Caucasians. My heart was warmed in this woman's presence. I wish I could have remembered her address for she would surely get a Christmas card from me had I remembered it…or wrote it down.

This morning I finally decided to take care of my own responsibility I have towards this country and vote and help to put my president in the White House. In the words of my new idol, Mrs. Michelle Obama, "I have never felt so proud to be an American this day".

(How could you NOT love Mrs. Obama?)

Today as I strolled in my car to the village hall for which I am registered, I immediately noticed the extremely densely packed parking lot. Cars of every size, color, make and model were all lined within the spaces of the three very large parking lots surrounding the village hall, cars were alongside the perimeter of the parking lot, cars were even outside the village hall altogether as there was obviously no more space to park. It mattered not. There were people that came to vote. Many people.

The air, reminiscent of a polar bear's toenails, clipped the residence's of the area's noses, making them squint their eyes to see comfortably through the immense sun and the sharp winds that wrapped angrily around their bodies, almost trying to prevent what they've come to do. It's cold as the coldest place on Earth outside. But it mattered not in the least. There were people that came to vote. Many people.

When I finally get inside the village hall, I am asked to fill out an Early Voter Registration Form, take a ticket, and sit until my ticket number is called. It is called after waiting for forty minutes. While waiting, I notice something….most, if not all, of the people that filled the small space are African-American.

My heart almost does a creative African dance. I am sooo filled at what this election has brought that I almost drop a tear through my Ugly Betty's. Never ever ever have I even anticipated such a turnout on the part of my Black American sistren and brethren. It's as if we all collectively see a new path being paved for us. The only thing is….the path actually looks a bit more than promising for us. It's attainable in every sense of the word and as members of a class that's been handed below scores no matter how much effort we've collectively put into anything we've ever tried, we all—at once—can sigh a real and well-deserved sigh of relief for a job well done, because guess what? We all notice that though this path is in front of us and the path is promising, we all know that we have all contributed to the construction of the path. As a team, we've all worked together and made the path a promise, a reality, that we've never before thought we could even remotely achieve or see come to such a fantastic fruition.

Of course there were those team members that didn't work as hard but will still get to benefit from the collective labor. But who cares? As a nation of Black American peoples, it is our time to finally exhale. Our time has come to finally rise up and stand tall with our backs straight, our heads high, and a look that looks onward, not backward.

It's our time and we're satisfied.

The fight isn't over. But it feels damn good to be such an integral part to said fight, doesn't it?

Fight the Good Fight

Fight the Good Fight

I'm so excited about this upcoming election I can hardly sit still. I just cannot wait until the White House is painted a nice even shade of lightly toasted brown. Who else is as excited as I am?

There have been people from all across the racial board proclaiming what would happen if (read: when) Obama takes the presidency. People have been saying that we coloreds are going to go monkey bananas, dancing in the streets, and looking like something out of a Maudeville production. Some people have been offended by the remarks because when it's been said, instead of using the term, "people" to describe us, we are characterized by terms such as "niggers" and "monkeys". Racism is so prominent in this election it is outright ridiculous. Can we not rewind ourselves forty years back in time?

And as much as those remarks have angered myself, I had to stop and think:

"Are they wrong though?"

Sure the very unnecessary connotations of "nigger" and "monkeys" can surely be left out. But let's be really real. There will be some mass shuckin', jivin', and rejoicing. And not just from Blacks either, but especially from Blacks. We've waited over 400 years to feel even remotely equal to our White counterparts. So why not rejoice? All I know is….when Obama is called to the Presidency, you can BET that I will be losing my mind. It's a promise. When he's called, my emotions will go something like this:

I'll be at work (like a lame) looking intently at the television. I work for an advertising representative firm that targets African-Americans so I have a strong feeling that while we'll all be at work, no one will really be working. Why? Because that television is what will be keeping us afloat. We'll be holding our breaths for as long as it takes November 5^th (the next day that the proclamation will come) and when he is called, we'll exhale a long, deep, and collective sigh of relief of the change we foresee in our future as Black Americans. After that sigh? We probably still won't be working. We'll most likely throw a party right in our office for every other office in the building to come and rejoice with us.

Then I'll cry tears of joy. And act a straight fool in the streets. I won't even be able to contain myself. I can be expected to be "out of body and character" as I won't be my usual self in any way. I'm starting to tingle from extreme excitement right now.....

November 5^th should just be made into a National Holiday after this year. I'm serious. Doesn't it fit? I also don't think I'm going to sleep AT ALL November 4^th. I'll be too anxious to sleep. Last election, I voted (for Kerry, of course) and stayed up in my dorm with my girls ALL NIGHT LONG watching the delegates roll in and the states' voting close. I think I got about 2 hours of sleep last election.

I was pissed when Bush won.

This year is something serious on all fronts. I've been feeling like I should do more in the whole campaigning efforts. I've donated twice for the General Campaign and once during the Primary. However, I still felt like I didn't "do much", ya know. Sooooo….…….Obama's camp called me one day and asked if I wanted to assist in the door-to-door efforts that his team is having on Saturday in Indiana. I gleefully accepted and I will be volunteering my time on Saturday, going door-to-door urging people to vote for Obama. I'm pretty proud of myself and I feel like I'm actually playing an integral part to the campaign. Money isn't everything and voting only takes a few minutes. I wanted to really be a part. I'm glad that I feel like I've achieved that short-term goal I had.

Here's another video I found amusing:

I'm A Hypocrite

(I wrote this last night immediately following the 2^nd Presidential Debate)

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Here's the video just in case you missed it…

Obama wins again, no? Glad you agree.

Moving on….(keep in mind that I wrote this last night after the debate was over)…

So I finally got my Voter's Registration in order this afternoon. It being the last day and all, I realized I had to hurry. Last night I actually had a "bad dream" about it being Election Day and after me standing in line for an hour (as in my nightmare, my superhero powers didn't take effect at all. In fact, they didn't even come to fruition not one bit..as expected…since it was a nightmare and all), it was finally time to be a part of history. I was excited. More relieved because I was finally at the top of the long line, but excited nonetheless. Then….I was turned around because my voter's registration was still messed up. I was still registered in Quincy and I was at a polling place in Chicago. There would be no time to get all the way down to Quincy as the town is nearly 5 hours from Chicago and I went home in complete and utter tears. Combined with pure anger too, of course…

{Nightmare over}

When I got to work today, I had a LOT to do in general. A whole lot. However, one of the things that I did was print out the voter's registration form (I called the Adams County Clerk office [city of Quincy] and asked if I could somehow vote absentee. I was informed that I had to switch my registration completely because my hometown is in Chicago, naturally.) I looked at the clock after hanging up and realized that I only had a few short hours to get everything done.

After printing up the papers needed, filling them out, and calling the courier messenger service to get them picked up and sent to the Cook County Clerk's office, I exhaled.

This election season means so much to me. It should mean so much to everyone.

It isn't really about a Black candidate getting so far in the political game and damn near winning (Obama is, in fact, currently kicking ass for anyone unsure of the current tally. Be prepared to repaint the White House a beautiful shade of Golden Brown. Yessir). However, this is so much bigger than that fact alone. This election season resembles everything there is that defines "change". From our economic system to our social hierarchy and even to the core values that we as Americans deem important on any grand scale in regards to what it means to be afforded the promises of the Preamble (Life, Love and the Pursuit of Happiness). Change is a-coming. I can feel it in everything that is going on with the election and beyond. Everyone sees this and it just fills my heart up with joy.

And as much ranting and raving and researching I've done in regards to the whole election season this year, I am quite disappointed in myself. Why has it taken me so long to get my voter's registration stuff in order? It's really not like I didn't know the rules and where my address was listed for voting. I didn't just find out. I've known all along. On February 5^th, when the country had its first Super Tuesday during the Primaries for Illinois, I had a terrible time trying to vote because I wasn't registered in my county and was only granted access because 1. My parents' names were listed in the files they were looking in and I whipped out my driver's license which had a matching address and 2. The lady looking up the name had known me since I was about 13 years old, so she was really just being nice by letting me vote.

Basically, I got a pass from her based on a technicality. All year I've known of my responsibilities to this election. So why did it take a bad dream the last full night of voter's registration to get my stuff in order? Is there something wrong with me? I mean—I'm constantly ranting and raving about voting and even got into a huge argument with a girl that I went to school with this past weekend at my school (it was Alumni Weekend) as she ranted aimlessly and adamantly about how she refuses to vote because 'the system is so flawed'. I even pushed it into my brother's head this year about how important voting is, especially this go 'round. He just turned 18 and I've been walking around like a mad woman hollering "vote!" all over the place. I've even ordered this hella dope shirt which will be worn by me come November 4^th.

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So what gives? Where's my true motivation?

I can honestly say that other things have been at the pinnacle of my thoughts. Other aspects of life and learning and that other "L" that I won't give credit to for many reasons……ehn…..have been at the top of my mind, making me put my unresolved issue I had with my voter's registration in a "when I get to it" file of sorts. Talk about being a hypocrite, no?

Ok well I sure wouldn't call myself a "hypocrite" (but I should) but I've definitely been slacking something awful. How dare I try to coerce my little brother into voting when I wasn't really able to vote legally myself? I mean I'm registered already but again—my location needed to be set. How dare I get into such a heated debate with a girl who refused to vote when there was a very real possibility of me being turned around at the polling center just moments before I help decide our real future Leader since Bill Clinton?

How flipping dare I? I'm so disappointed in myself. I feel like that cat that's a loyal fan of Lil' Wayne that at the same time believes that R.Kelly's was innocent just so that he can "keep making great music". *sigh*

I need to do a better job. Period.

Obama/Biden '08.

It isn't really that difficult. Really.

Superhero at the Polls

Early voting has already started here in Chicago. I seriously have been considering voting already and getting it over with. After all, I have a strong feeling that this season's voting quarters and polling houses will be filled to the brim with folk coming out of the woodwork to be a part of history. (And this election season will be a monumental one by far. No doubt about it) I have a vision that folk will be coming out in their Sunday's Best, their Wednesday's Worst, and their beloved corners of Heaven and Hell to add in their vote for change in the economy which has been on its absolute worst behavior for the last 8 years. Any vote to whip this country back into tip-top shape, stand and say, "Aye!"

I can be a very standoffish kind of person at times. Actually, allow me to rephrase. I can be a very standoffish person for the most part….most times. It's not that I don't like people. I actually like people….for the most part. It 's just that I have no patience. People in general tend to like to drag their feet on their time and since we as a whole are selfish by nature, these feet draggers act like the world revolves around them. They are the worst! And will be up and through the depths of the every orifice and corner of polling places everywhere. I don't have time to wait for anything in this life. I was birthed early (was supposed to arrive October 11^th instead of September 24^th because I just couldn't wait a minute longer for the world to grace my presence), I graduated early from undergrad, my hair even grows at the speed of light (I seemingly can't hold a style for anything in this world; it can't wait to grow). Nothing in me can just wait up. I've made my decision about this election way back when we were in the Primary Season. Why wait til November 4^th to hear the same issues drilled over and over, right? Right.

However, for me, there is just one thing that stands in the way of my dream of getting it over with and carrying on about other important matters of life……..like the rainforest, the problem with the ozone layer, or what's more close to home….my fall shopping that I still haven't found time to do.

What's standing in your way?, you ask?

Well, four years ago, I voted when I was 19. It was another crucial election period but more so on the "anybody but Bush" scale. As I told a friend, I honestly would have voted for the guy that runs the corner store who I don't know from Adam if he had run against Bush. I hate Bush that much.

So yes, I voted. But when I voted, I wasn't in my beloved hometown of Chicago at all. Instead, I was in the town of my alma mater, Quincy University. For that reason, I am registered in Quincy, Illinois--not Chicago. For about a month now, I have been trying with no avail to change my voter's registration card to read my permanent address here in Chicago. I'm quite frustrated that I've gotten nowhere. I'm more frustrated because I can just foresee the lengthy line which will probably be scaling the perimeter of any polling place in the state, both horizontally and vertically like Spiderman. I see this happening. I can see my headache forming now. I have no patience.

So since it's looking like I absolutely have to wait until November 4^th to vote, something tells me that I may just jump out of body with my impatience, grow some instant super human strength, and push pass the voters awaiting their turns calmly to fill in the "Obama, Barack" bubble (I mean what other reasonable option is there? McCain?! That's hilarious!), and resume their lives of perceived normalcy. Meanwhile, I'll come from the back of the line and use the power of telepathy (because I'm too tiny to realistically bully anyone into moving outta my way; the point is to be as realistic as possible here) and make everyone step to the side from the left and right and part themselves reminiscent to how Moses parted the Red Sea.

(I've been to compared to my homegirl Psylocke twice very recently. This pic is hot of her, no?)

And I'll walk on by while the line of hundreds look off in a daze as their memory is temporarily frozen while I go and cast my vote…for Obama, Barack, naturally… and walk off like nothing unusual just happened. I promise not to forget to unfreeze their minds and restore their brains after my vote is cast. I just don't want to wait in line. Line waiting is for the birds. And though I'm fly, I'm a swan. I don't have to fly to be seen. Beautiful by nature, that's me.

I'll have the power of Piper in Charmed on November 4^th.

Just call me SuperSlim. On November 4^th, that is.

A Comparison Worth Noting (A Note I Stumbled upon on Facebook.com)

Disclaimer: I did not write this note but rather, I stumbled across it on facebook.com. I thought that it was more than necessary to share this. I will be putting this on my myspace blog as well. Enjoy.

I'm not really that deep into politics but a friend of mine sent me this email and I found it very interesting and as voters you should

With America facing historic debt, multiple war fronts, stumbling health care, a weakened dollar, all-time high prison population, skyrocketing Federal spending, mortgage crises, bank foreclosures, etc. etc., this is an unusually critical election year.


Let's look at the educational background of the candidates and see what they bring to the job:


Obama:

Occidental College - Two years.

Columbia University - B.A. political science with a specialization in international relations.

Harvard - Juris Doctor (J.D.) Magna Cum Laude


& Biden:

University of Delaware - B.A. in history and B.A. in political science.

Syracuse University College of Law - Juris Doctor (J.D.)


vs.


McCain:

United States Naval Academy - Class rank 894 out of 899 (meaning that, like George Bush, McCain was at the bottom of his class)


Palin:

Hawaii Pacific University - 1 semester

North Idaho College - 2 semesters - general study

University of Idaho - 2 semesters - journalism

Matanuska-Susitna College - 1 semester

University of Idaho - 3 semesters - B.A. in journalism


Now, which team are you going to hire to lead the most influential nation in the world?


Please send this information to your friends and colleagues who vote!

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* If you grow up in Hawaii, raised by your grandparents,you're "exotic, different."

* If you grow up in Alaska eating moose burgers, you're a quintessential American story.


* If your name is Barack, you're a radical, unpatriotic Muslim.

* If you name your kids Willow, Trig and Track, you're a maverick.


* If you graduate from Harvard law School, you are unstable.

* If you attend 5 different small colleges before graduating, you're well grounded.



* If you spend 3 years as a brilliant community organizer, become the first black President of the Harvard Law Review, create a voter registration drive that registers 150,000 new

voters, spend 12 years as a Constitutional Law professor, spend 8 years as a State Senator representing a district with over 750,000 people, become chairman of the state Senate's Health and Human Services committee, spend 4 years in the United States Senate representing a state of 13 million people while sponsoring 131 bills and serving on the Foreign Affairs, Environment and Public Works and Veteran's Affairs committees, you don't have any real leadership experience.

* If your total resume is: local weather girl, 4 years on the city council and 6 years as the mayor of a town with fewer than 7,000 people, 20 months as the governor of a state with only 650,000 people, then you're qualified to become the country's second highest ranking executive.



* If you have been married to the same woman for 19 years while raising 2 beautiful daughters, all within Protestant churches, you're not a real Christian.

* If you cheated on your first wife with a rich heiress, and left your disfigured wife and married the heiress the next month, you're a Christian.


* If you teach responsible, age appropriate sex education, including the proper use of birth control, you are eroding the fiber of society.

* If, while governor, you staunchly advocate abstinence only, with no other option in sex education in your state's school system, while your unwed teen daughter ends up pregnant , you're very responsible.



* If your wife is a Harvard graduate lawyer who gave up a position in a prestigious law firm to work for the betterment of her inner city community, then gave that up to raise a family, your family's values don't represent America's.

* If you're husband is nicknamed "First Dude", with at least one DWI conviction and no college education, who didn't register to vote until age 25 and once was a member of a group that advocated the secession of Alaska from the USA, your family is extremely admirable.



Hmmmm, what a conundrum.

The GOP Godfather

One of my homies, Lauren, posted this very informative blog over on Facebook and tagged me to it. In the comments, I asked her if it would be okay if I jacked her post and shared it with you guys here. She granted me unlimited access so here goes...

Many people may even know some of this information already. At the height of the election, I feel that it is absolutely necessary that we do as much research as we can on our candidates (read: especially the GOP, lol)

Here we go:

It started as a quest to know more about McCain's original wife Carol Shepp. It turned into so much more. John McCain is a cynical, conniving, con artist. A cheater. A liar. A master manipulator. He stole his fellow shipman and friend's wife. Adopted her kids. Went to war, she got in a car accident. He dumped an ailing wife and traded up, God father style, for a then 25 yr old Cindy. All the while still cheating on current wife Carol. He made a clear business deal with James Hensley, Cindy's late father and a convicted felon. Hensley said you marry into the family... we then use your political power to boost our business agenda. His campaign paid for by the Hensley family. Carol gets paid off to not share her story. Carol's son Andy is VP of the Hensley company. All of Cindy and John's kids hold shares in the fortune.

READ THE ARTICLES. SERIOUSLY. Our government, namely the Republicans, are very corrupt and its goes back generation after generation... this is NOT good

Does everyone know about this and is simply not talking about it or what??! I had no idea.. clearly the AP is being silenced, but the general public should know. This is not just some wives tale and conspiracy theory passed down. Google McCain and Mob you'd be surpirsed what you'd find. And if I get killed "accidently" like Don Bolles or even Brian Downing Quig... we know what really happened.

Links:

http://www.latimes.com/news/printedition/front/la-na-divorce11-2008jul11,0,1454683,full.story

http://www.davidduke.com/general/mccains-zionist-mob-ties-suppressed-by-major-media_4151.html

http://republicanfreeamerica.blogspot.com/2006/12/married-to-mob.html

http://www.wnd.com/index.php?fa=PAGE.view&pageId=57354

http://www.phoenixnewtimes.com/2000-02-17/news/haunted-by-spirits/1

Everyone have a safe weekend.