I love DMX.
Seriously, I love DMX. Not only is he one of the greatest rappers of all time, he is also one politically aware homie.
<3 ya’ D.
XXL interviews rapper DMX, covering many topics, including the current American presidential race:
XXL-“Are you following the presidential race?
DMX-Not at all.
XXL-You’re not? You know there’s a Black guy running, Barack Obama and then there’s Hillary Clinton.
DMX-His name is Barack?!
XXL-Barack Obama, yeah.
DMX-Barack?!
XXL-Barack.
DMX-What the f**k is a Barack?! Barack Obama. Where he from, Africa?
XXL-Yeah, his dad is from Kenya.
DMX-Barack Obama?
XXL-Yeah.
DMX-What the f**k?! That ain’t no f**kin’ name, yo. That ain’t that nigga’s name. You can’t be serious. Barack Obama. Get the f**k outta here.”
Obama: Ladies Man (and Men’s too)
Don’t be misled by the title of this post. This isn’t an endorsement of Obama (well, at least not for President). I just had to put something out there. Regardless of his crazy socialist/communist views, and his relationship to racist preachers, Barack Obama is cool.
Lets lay out the evidence…
Note the look in Obama’s eyes. Sure, Hillary might be his sworn rival, but even soulless she-devils need lovin’, right? I can just imagine what Obama has planned for Mrs. Clinton. A little smooth jazz, then he’ll read her a few of his amazing speeches (where he will use the word “change” in excess of 23 times), then light up a smooth Black & Mild, and it’s on. Little Obama/Hillarys running around.
Oh, but thats not it…
Whats this? Not even Mr. McCain can resist the charm of a strong willed, metrosexual black man. Whispering sweet nothings, eh John?
Creepy? Heck yes. But that is half the reason Obama is so cool. He’ll do whatever (or whoever) he needs to in order to secure his seat in the Presidency (which better positions him to give up the country to Muslim extremists).
Oh yeah, Obama smokes. Now, I don’t care what anyone says. Smoking looks cool. Would I do it? A resounding heck no. I value my health and my lungs, but whatev. Smoking is boss. I mean, Bono smokes, and Bono is the epitome of cool. He saves African ophans and is the front man for one of the most successful rock acts in history.
Seriously Mr. Obama, you’re cool. You’re an idiot- but a cool one.
A reign ended…
So, maybe this is nerd material but I don’t care.
Jeff Hardy lost his Intercontinental Title this past Monday to Chris Jericho. I’m heart broken. I mean, I love Jericho, but Hardy is my number one, forever and ever (as is evident by any one of my Myspace pictures).
I just hope this is clearing the way for Hardy to gain the World Heavyweight Title.
One can hope, no?
Pray.
Pray for me.
I’ve taken a big step (for me), and made a promise to God. I’m not going to go into detail describing what I promised, because I don’t think it is of Blogdom’s concern. I’ve never been too comfortable with something of that magnitude, because plenty of “what ifs?” go through my head.
What if I can’t keep my promise?
What if this isn’t what God wants me to be promising? (Calvinism can sometimes get in the way of loving God)
But, I have been consistent in my prayer and worship time as of late, and feel really good about this. Sometimes I wonder if I should start out smaller with what I am promising God, but I figure- If He has started a good work in me, He’ll see it through so long as I don’t let sin start creeping in.
But please friends (or even people who I don’t know), please pray for me.
Pray for God to strengthen me, renew me, and bring me into a deeper state of worship than ever before.
Thank you yall. (I like to pretend to be Southern every now and again)
