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[My East Asian brothers and sisters: I LOVE our eyes, but it's a cold game that we can't see if we smile: Exhibit C(+) Above. =P]
Senbei – Lost!
senbei-lost
[right click and "save target as" for free download!]
I try to be a little mature and read some literature, eating scripture dijour, to cease the christian dior / materialism, serial killing, imperial buildings, and put it in your stereo systems / f*ck that hits, on the mic I send a promise to bump that sh*t like my life depended on it / what I pen is manny pacquiao, remy coming back out, deadly with my chat now to remedy that rap sound / slight abuse, abrasive art, my music goes like hyphy juice and maker’s mark / foolishness and mindless ruse, I play the part, the coolest spit, its timeless dude, ive made my mark / listen for a minute how our wisdom gets diminished cause this system’s all up in us and we think this sh*t’s a scrimmage / feel it – no time outs, im dying nooooo, this real sh*t is right now, its time to go-go-goooo!
JUST BECAUSE I’M LOSING, DOESN’T MEAN I’M LOST…
I live: ethnic ambiguity, the stress of it’ll ruin me, a mess of truly clueless people: genocide like wounded knee / I wanna live in a place, where all my sins are erased, where colin’s skin and his face, arent marked with privileged-disgrace / multiracial: hateful of my unique features, someone wake up, graceful with my truth speak reach the / hilltop, when im rippin a rhyme, and my mall’s the hilltop in the nickel and dime / and im all hiphop cuz im grippin a 9…to 5 occupation teaching and uplifting some lives / yao ming (nah mean) mothaf*cka? U dont hear me tho, swinging on these suckas like im ichiro / bringing all the ruckus wont u feel me flow? like im treach and it’s the 90s, peep senbeezy GO: / like com and kanye, im on like all day, the bomb like al-que-da, gone patron straight…
JUST BECAUSE I’M LOSING, DOESN’T MEAN I’M LOST…
What I pen is so remarkable I spark the dro cuz hiphop died, it doesn’t got a heart no more / but I see the visions of Mahatma Ghandi, though my government imprisons all my thoughts from wandering / all the children keep me hopeful for the second coming. always killing greed, I broke through cause my records bumpin’ / spinning like my vinyl or the world upon its axis, practice: mending suicidal little girls withdrawn, an actress / playing the role, embracing the pole, and raping her soul, abrasive and old, its degrading im told / “destiny” is a pretty name for f*cked up situations, a recipe for petty fame or tough luck in this nation / choking me but poetry’s a notary companion, a dope emcee’s supposed to be a literary cannon / blasting on these motherf*ckas stopping our ascension, rapping strongly cuz our mothers taught us life’s a lesson and a blessing…
JUST BECAUSE I’M LOSING, DOESN’T MEAN I’M LOST…
I aint made a single f*cking song in way too long, but here is somethin’ I did for sh*ts and giggles a few weeks back. Halos aint dead! Coldplay sample = replay value. Hopefully more will follow after finals is over. =T Yeesh…
Always try to remember good people:
JUST BECAUSE I’M LOSING, DOESN’T MEAN I’M LOST,
Senbei
The majority of music I speak on and about is generally what most would label ‘rap’, but today I need to pay tribute to a group that has helped to spark a ton of creativity inside my feeble brain.
[The Killers - Spaceman]
The Killers is an American rock band from Las Vegas, Nevada. Formed in 2002, the group consists of Brandon Flowers (vocals, keyboards), Dave Keuning (guitar, vocals), Mark Stoermer (bass guitar, vocals) and Ronnie Vannucci Jr. (percussion, drums).
Part of the post-punk revival movement, The Killers draw influence from music styles of the 1980s and 1990s. The group’s debut album, Hot Fuss (2004) brought the band mainstream success. The Killers’ second album, Sam’s Town, was released in 2006, and the compilation album Sawdust containing B-sides, rarities, and new material, was released in 2007. The band’s first two albums have sold in excess of 12 million copies worldwide combined and their third album, Day & Age, produced by Stuart Price, was released in November 2008. In addition to these albums, the band has also released several remixes of album tracks as well as two Christmas singles, “A Great Big Sled” (2006) and “Don’t Shoot Me Santa” (2007) whose sales benefit Bono’s Product Red campaign to fight AIDS in Africa.
I am truly feelin’ their new album “Day & Age” and while I didn’t know about them until pretty recently, their old stuf goes as well. Check it out, check iiiiit… (that would be an E-40 reference for those who aint knowin’):
NEW SH*T:
[The Killers - Human]
OLD SH*T:
[The Killers - Smile Like You Mean It]
[The Killers - Mr. Brightside]
Rock on,
Senbei
p.s. They WILL be in Oakland, CA in December and I WILL be there. Join me?
[HBO Sneak Peak of "Life & Times of Tim"]
["Suck it Philly": another quick look]
Every now and again an animated show comes along and kicks me in the funnybone. =P The Life & Times of Tim is about an insecure, self-conscious anti-hero, living in NYC. His thankless cubicle job provides hours of non-stop hilarity. His girlfriend somehow never seems to leave him and their relationship leaves me dying everytime.
HBO really never seems to fail,
C
[If Bill O'Reilly is talking sh*t about you, you MUST be doing something right! Whut it Dew CITY!]
Many of you have prolly already seen this, but I felt it necessary to post about this pseudo-reality mockumentary done by the good(?) folks over at “The O’Reilly Factor” about San Francisco, CA. Way to find the 5 people most desperate for some attention in SF, and edit your film to make it seem that these individuals represent the entire city, surrounding area and state of Cali.
And for sh*ts an’ giggles… VINTAGE David Chapelle in San “The Sucka Free City” Francisco:
[Part 1]
[Part 2]
[Part 3]
[Keep it SUCKA (Bill O'Reilly) FREE]
["Chop a lotta game..."]
F*ck Prop. 8,
colinresponse
p.s. Dave Chapelle: Where they be at? We miss u so f*cking much big homie!!!
[Gotdamn, I might hafta add Broken halos to my "where they be at?" category soon... =T]
Senbei & Dynamic Souls – Paper Bullets
Konnichiwa, its nice to meet ya, o genki desu ka? I’m greeting ya in Japanese ’cause / I am the Nihonjin blood inside Masashi, the Yonsei hombre kamikaze, little boy whose crippled joy you burned to death in Nagasaki / stole my wealth, when Roosevelt uprooted me, I told myself, I’d go to my community / a wounded crane whose bruised brain was locked up in a furnace, a choo-choo train and troopers came and put me in internment / the no-no boy, a sergeant in the 442nd, the poster boy for “dirty jap” up in the war you remember / the kid you thought was good at math, who learned to drive in cooking class, the nerdy herb with crooked glasses inside the looking glass / I’m taking all your jobs, I’m why there’s immigration laws, I serve your “stars” in sushi bars and build you cars for your applause / uncle Sam, you can rock my war song, ’cause Japanese American’s an oxymoron….
Hook:
I hate it when they say I shouldn’t, spray the world with paper bullets, cause paper cuts for hatred couldn’t, make up for this racial bullsh*t…hey, how’s it going? this is Colin’s Scottish blood, erased and labeled “white” with hatred, fright and lots of blood / I never wanted privilege if it meant my skin would have the pleasure to be setup as an infant to become a damned oppressor / guilt consumes so I try to look away from the horror, a filthy movie rated XXX I paid for and ordered / I don’t want to be a cop, a judge or politician, but I benefit when any of ‘em send a Black man to prison / listen, I’m beginning to understand, I’m given the upper-hand, and privilege from uncle Sam / it cripples me inside because I’ve got no culture, so I nip at ethnic pride like a demonic vulture / I, better remember, the ones who’ve got it better than ever, made this hate to chase their blame away just like 11 – September / if only for a day, I’ll know that I’m Scottish, and chop a lying tyrants head like William Wallace…honest.
HOOK
Hi I know its hard to see me but I’m still alive and kicking, surviving sickness and all that genocide’s afflicted / I’m Colin’s Native blood – thin and hanging on for life, my skin’s been lightened, cries been silenced, sick and strangling all my life / preparing ya, I’m choosing to come clean, because America, diluted my bloodstream / and its embarrassing ’cause Lucifer’s one thing, but American hysteria’s abusive and unclean / shooting me for loot to seize my emeralds, f*ck ya! scrutiny for wounded knee and general Custer / my spirit flows ridiculous, no part retreating back, I’m Iroquois, indigenous: “Mohawk” to be exact / small pox and firewater - living in hell here, locked in reservation like Leonard Peltier / Colin has to represent me through ridiculous rhymes, ’cause if he don’t one more indigenous dies…no lie.
HOOK
The last Samurai
The last King of Scotland
The last of the Mohicans
Rolled into one.My raps have to die,
Like saplings in Autumn,
Because everything’s impermanent,
its over I’m done.
one.
VICTORY!!! I was not knowing how to upload a muhf*ckin mp3 onto colinresponse for way too many moons, but the day of redemption is at hand! YEEEE! Sorry. Anyhoo…
As many of you beautiful people already know, I am currently in Graduate School at San Francisco State University, working on an M.A. in Asian American Studies. What you may not know is that I am doing my Master’s thesis on mixed heritage Asian Pacific American male Hip-Hop artists and the ways in which they use this vehicle of artistic expression to express their own self-identity, as opposed to the ways in which others identify them. This means examining their phenotype and racialization (the way their genes work to produce something that is easily, or not easily labeled as a single racial category), their ethnicity (I will be interviewing mixed heritage Black/Asian American male emcees and Anglo/Asian American male emcees) as well as the ways in which racism toward Asian Americans plays a role in their “covering” their Asian ancestry and/or paying tribute to it through Hip-Hop expression/culture. I will examine closely, the ways in which ALL Asian Pacific American emcess both appropriate Hip-Hop/Balck American culture, as well as contribute to it, and the ways in which America pushes people who do not fit neatly into the Black/White paradigm of American racial thinking towards a more Black American identity or a white American identity.
I got a lot on my plate as you can see. =T Wish me luck yall. I’ll need it, but I also know that I love Hip-Hop, people of color, artists and those who like me, live on borderlines and navigate the sh*t out of many different worlds in efforts to make all of them better. Put that in yo’ pipe and shmoke it. =P
I am posting and essay that speaks to why I not only want, but NEED to work toward examining these things, what I believe may stand in my way, and also what I think will be possible if I don’t succumb to my own internalized fears and insecurities and get this sh*t crackin like (insert your favorite rapper’s favorite punchline about cooked cocaine). Church.
[I truly don't know how I remain so skinny...]
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My “Hapa” Hip-Hopera
The home stretch – aint home yet. Never seen Japan, the Son of Man or got to write the perfect poem yet. But I’ll stay working like my Bachan and Jichan -for all the one’s I love telling me: “Hapa-man, preach on!” I can’t stop; I won’t stop – I’m rockin’ it too hard. Jams knock, I blow spots with Aki an’ Kumar. Rippin’ a verse, we hit the spliff ’til it hurts, ’cause growing up biracial is a gift and curse – it’s hard work.
-Senbei
I came to the conclusion a long time ago that in order to ensure that I didn’t spend my entire life basking in self-hatred, self-consciousness and self-doubt, that I would be forced to fight to be heard, acknowledged and respected. I also came to the conclusion that the most critical tool to my self-discovery as well as that of many other people of color in my generation in the United States of America, would be found in the art-form/expression/culture/lifestyle/identity of Hip-Hop. With an emphasis in the aspect of rhyming/rapping/emceeing, Hip-Hop has helped carve a space for me to be exhibit my personality and life experience in a way that I have never seen being close to mirrored anywhere else in my life. Hip-Hop is rooted in celebration (house/block parties in the Bronx, NY), the mixing of different cultures (DJ Kool Herc brought his new “idea” to the Bronx from Jamaica), struggle (Public Enemy‘s “Fight the Power“) and a refusal by those who have been silenced for not choosing (or never having had the option) to assimilate into white, patriarchal hegemony, to be silenced. If Hip-Hop is and always has been a voice for the “voiceless,” I can attest with and from the bottom of my heart and soul, that I once felt voiceless and Hip-Hop played a defining role in giving me my voice back.
Here at San Francisco State University’s department of Asian American Studies M.A. Program, I aim at examining the ways in which mixed race Asian American male rappers express and discover their own identity/ies through Hip-Hop culture/expression. I will examine closely, the ways in which their racialization in regards to being mixed Black/Asian vs. Anglo/Asian, plays a role in whether they cover/hide their Asian ancestry and/or pay tribute to it. What would make this exciting and useful to me and my future is the process I hope to undertake in examining my own experience while at the same time deconstructing the experiences of other mixed heritage Asian American male rappers. I think it will prove incredibly useful to bring in a lens of gender and sexuality into my study, in regards to the role it plays not only in Hip-Hop, but also within Asian American, Black and Anglo communities.
In a country so engrossed in a Black-White racial binary, those who do not meet the guidelines of either of those (often rigid) definitions have historically been forced to align their identity closer with one than the other. In a group as diverse as Asian America, where Hmong and Cambodian Americans tend to live well below the poverty line and a number of Japanese and Chinese Americans have higher yearly incomes than many Anglo Americans, a homogenous Asian American identity is not only unreasonable, but unmistakingly unattainable. I aim to examine the ways in which socio-economic status, the ways colorism and phenotype are perceived among various Asian American groups, the diversity of one’s community residence, etc. play a role in pushing mixed heritage Asian Americans toward a more “Black” identity, a “White” identity or even into an identity that is neither of these nor their own.
What may be a challenge to me in this area is relegated to the same obstacles I have always faced as a mixed heritage Asian American person, as a well as a mixed heritage Asian American Hip-Hopper. There is and always has been a fine line I must straddle in doing battle on both sides of my oppression as well as my privilege in America. As a mixed heritage Asian American, my experience has been largely dismissed, discredited and ignored – cast aside with spiteful scorn and hatred at worst, and contemptuous envy at best. On the other hand, the privilege that comes with my being of two cultures that have been primarily successful economically in the United States, coupled with my fair complexion has afforded in me a certain sense of self-worth from the time I was born that is not disbursed as retroactively to other groups of people with darker hue. These two facts, combined with my being raised working-class and later becoming middle-class in a city and school district predominantly made up of poor and working-class Black, Latino and Southeast Asian Americans, has worked to further complicate my already complicated identity. In other words: if there are two sides to every coin, I am carrying around enough loose change to fill a piggy bank.
I have noticed from the time I was very young (1st grade) that Anglo children saw me as different from them. I learned that even at the age of 5-6, many Anglo children had internalized essentialist notions of race and ethnicity that attached inherent physical and psychological traits to non-white peoples. On the other hand, the older I became the more I noticed the ways in which people of color who didn’t know me tended to racialized me as either white, Asian or neither white or Asian. People who did know my ethnic background varied in the ways they racialized me. I found that those who knew me tended to see me as Asian, except for Japanese Americans themselves. It was within my own ethnic group that I felt the most invalidated as a Japanese/Asian American. The incredibly various ways as to how people perceive me and my experience may prove difficult in my ability to navigate locating who will and will not support my process.
It has become apparent to me that even if I am to acknowledge fully, the privilege that my male, heterosexual and Anglo ancestry and background has afforded me, there will be people who have been hurt by oppression to the point where they will not be able to support my honestly expressing myself. Where it becomes most difficult is drawing the line between figuring out how to be an ally to people of other marginalized groups, when they may essentialize me and my experience due to their personal past and continued oppression. The questions that come up for me in this instance are: “how do I fight for myself without harming those who hurt because of any privilege I possess,” and “how do I work to best understand the ways in which my speaking and/or not speaking out will be best for everyone?” I have an will be forced to critically examine on a daily basis, when I should stand up and step forward and when I should sit down and step aside as I navigate the separate but intersecting realms of exclusivity in race, class, gender and sexuality.
What I have discovered through Hip-Hop expression that has been particularly demonstrative of its inclusive as opposed to exclusive qualities, has been a respect for work-ethic and understanding. If you understand and are conscious of your own positionality in society, you speak earnestly and honestly about that experience, and you work hard at developing your skill at whichever element of Hip-Hop you choose to take on, you will be respected and revered by at least somebody within the culture. While race, phenotype, class, gender, sexuality, etc. may play a large role in Hip-Hop’s “authenticity,“ acceptance within the culture is found primarily through work ethic and an understanding of one’s own self. To me, in world so filled with snap judgments, racial essentialism and a curriculum that tells us how to interact with each other based on our outer appearance, there is nothing more refreshing to me than a space where creative people can come together to honestly express themselves in an effort to no longer be ignored. I will overcome any and all obstacles in my way to self-discovery through Hip-Hop as a mixed heritage Asian American man by working as hard as my mind and body allow, to develop my skill, understand my positionality in America and the world at large while always doing my best to express myself honestly.
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I hate it when they say I shouldn’t
Spray the world with paper bullets
Because paper cuts for hatred couldn’t
Make up for this racial bullsh*t.
For my ancestors,
-Senbei
p.s. If you enjoy this blog and u don’t have a copy of my CD, why u sleepin’ for?
p.p.s.
[Nico Cary and Adriel Luis of iLL-Literacy doing a mixed heritage Asian American social experiment. Helluh way too funny/painful. =P]
["The Chef Jeff Project" on the Food Network, Sundays @ 10pm]
Upon watching this ad for a show that has come close to bringing my wife and I to tears on seperate occasions, “The Chef Jeff Project” looks like the Food Network is trying too hard. However, if you are able to check it out, I doubt very highly you will feel it resembling in any way, the “reality” shows we’ve seen on every other network today. The premise of the show is a Professional Chef (Jeff) whose catering service company, Posh Urban Cuisine seeks to provide second chances to young people who are struggling with poverty, addiction and lack of resource.
Chef Jeff Henderson is an award-winning chef, bestselling author and popular public speaker — and an ex-offender, having served nearly a decade in prison for drugs. Having run kitchens as Executive Chef at the renowned Café Bellagio and Caesar’s Palace in Las Vegas, he has become one of the most inspirational African-American chefs in the country.
It’s been hard to watch ANY TV at all these days being in school full-time, but if you get the chance I highly recommend peeping this one. There’s not a whole lot of stuff out there in mainstream media that makes you feel like people are thinking well about each other, so when somthine like this comes along (even if at first glance it looks uber-corny) I feel the need to shout it out.
u are what u eat.
senbei
p.s.
[The Food]
[CLICK PICTURE FOR DOWNLOAD LINK (or visit NahRIght if that don't work)!]
I know a myriad of cats is talking bout “Weezy is tired” or “played the f*ck out” but I STILL heart this dude, his music and creativity, despite his plethora of shortcomings. Hardest working muhf*cka in rap right now and that’s pretty undeniable. There’s too many reasons to hate on this young man, but just a few more reasons to love him. DJ “Barack O’Drama” goes hard in the paint, too. Thanx for the link Young Tunj!
Gangsta Grizzills!
senbei.
[Keith Oblerman: a rich, middle-aged, heterosexual, anglo man speaking from his heart (and from a place of privilege) as to why proposition h(8)te is evil, vile and dispicable (u beezys!) via Adriel]
[LOL! Leave it to Senbei to frame a post where I use T.I.P. to come off as a queer-rights activist in a song/video that equates money with freedom. =P Silliness.]
LOVE.
C
[Ace Hood, Fabolous, Juelz & Jadakiss shartin' on 'em]
[Nas' album has been out for a minute but this is a relatively new vid for "We Make the World Go ROund," featuring the Game and Chris Brown]
[New T.I./Grand Hustle signee, B.o.B. from ATL's "Haters Everywhere," feat. Rich Boy]
[click pic for FREE "LRG: Hi My Name is Bob" Mixtape!]
“I’ll be in the sky…”
Senbei
(This is written as part of the Youth Media Blog-a-thon, sponsored by Youth Outlook and WireTap.)
[Yes We Did]
THE SWEET:
My President is Black. This is the first time in my life that I have ever referred to a President as my President, as well as the first time I have ever felt it necessary to state the race of my President (wow, I did it again). President Barack Hussein Obama is giving Georger Walker Bush 2 months to pack his sh*t and get the f*ck up out.
[It's been a LONG time comin'...]
I spent the night celebrating with my partner and our friends at our home, then in Berkeley on Telegraph Ave. and lastly on Broadway in Oakland, CA. It was difficult at times for me to put into words the feelings that were sweeping through me. In the beginning, Obama’s victory felt a bit anti-climactic to me. I had just returned from school, heard my partner scream her head off and ran into the room to see that CNN had projected Barack Obama the winner of the 2008 Presidential Election. What followed next was a building feeling of joy and euphoria I hadn’t felt in the presence of that elusive ninja named sobriety since my wedding or my childhood.
I drove from Berkeley to Oakland with the windows down, listening to Nas’ “Black President” in the homey’s ride, screaming at the top of my lungs in the most honest of voices. It was the sound of month after month of anxiety at the thought of a McCain/Palin Presidency in this day and age, after 8 years of the worst “leader,” to have ever graced the Oval Office. I had the repeat feeling of losing my breath and recalling how hard I have been working for the last 8 years, at bettering myself and the world around me. I recalled all the time spent working for my own liberation from fear, anger, self-hatred, my own oppressor patterns, my own internalized oppression, and all of these fore mentioned shortcomings in the lives of others. It was as if the world showed me that there was still some sense that integrity, truth and hard work, despite blatant injustice could still make a difference in the country I was just about ready to give up on (Yo, I know I sound all starry-eyed, muhf*cka! – this is the “sweet” section – don’t f*cking worry, the “bitter” is for the end. Let me speak my piece on this happiness for one second gotdemmit!!!)*.
*NOTE: This statement comes from years and years of people telling me how “easy” my life is despite a plethora of personal despair and hopelessness in my life, the lives of loved ones around me, and the fact that when I try to combat this hopelessness, many people have called me falsely optimistic due to how “easy” my life is, thus sending me back down into hopelessness. It’s my own sh*t that I’m working on, so please pay it no mind. In other words, “it’s not you, it’s me.” =P Back to our story…
One of the best moments of this night was standing next to my brother from another mother who is of mixed Black/African heritage, while a group of Anglo UC Berkeley students yelled: “U-S-A! U-S-A!”. He looked at me and we both had a sh*t-eating grin. Now keep in mind, this brother is one of the most intelligent, educated, Afrocentric cats I know. He looks at me straight in the eye and says: “F*ck it… U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A!” =P I almost died right there on Telegraph and Durant, I sh*t you not.
[Berkeley...How do I Love/Loathe Thee?]
I wokeup this morning dehydrated, with a pounding headache and the feeling that the weight on my shoulders felt just a little bit lighter. And then…it hit me.
THE BITTER:
1. President Obama has been handed a muhf*ckin sh*tstorm of a situation from George Bush Jr. It will be up to Obama to fix a broken economy, change to tide of two mistaken, illegal wars in Iraq and Afghanistan, protect the rights of women and a will face myriad other obstacles in these next 4 years. I/we now must work harder than ever to think of creative new ways to make this country and world a better place to live in. This becomes increasingly difficult because of the sheer fact that while Obama may want to change the world and the country, he is now essentially the leader of Capitalism. Now I am not going to go into one of my raves here as these words are on the internet and I am hoping to avoid blacklists of any kind (if I am not already on some), but within Capitalism there will always be a need for a subordinate segment of our economy. There will ALWAYS be a necessity for an oppressed people, and keep in mind: even if EVERY single socioeconomic class had equal representation in regards to race, there would still be a group of people with little to zero access to higher education, healthcare, true freedom, peace of mind and the pursuit of happiness. In other words, “it’s not Obama that’ll only go so far, it’s the muhf*ckin system…”
2. PROPOSITION h(8)te passed narrowly, 52% to 48% in California…
When I heard this news, it felt like someone deflated my Obamadaimean-Happiness-Hot-Air-Go-Balloon. When I got to school this morning and saw one of my Queer homeboys, he looked at me and said “what’s up Colin…Thank God McCain didn’t win, but I feel like someone just punched me in the f*cking face…” I felt my heart drop, looked at the ring on my finger and for some reason felt like it was somehow my fault that this sh*t had happened (yes, just as “white-guilt” exists, so does “hetero-guilt.” Who knew? I suppose I did). I DO believe however, that this sh*t will not stand for long. Even if ignorant, hateful, scurryass people are allowed to use confusing wording in election ballots to play on people’s shortcomings in order to marginalize people who make them feel “icky,” there is only so long in this country that people will be allowed to get away with such ludicrous, despicable shenannigans. Apparently, there are Civil Rights groups already hard at work to protest the ban on Gay marriage in California. It has become apparent that although we had a record number of young adult and/or people of color come out to vote this year, the majority of these new voters had enough internalized homophobia and heterosexism to f*ck up the lives of people who already have enough bullsh*t to deal with as it is. *SIGH*
THE SYMPHONY:
I have to admit, I was moved a little bit by the words of John McCain upon losing to Barack Obama. He could have done very much to divide the United States even more than it already is, throwing fuel on the fire of mistrust and hatred of Obama by the base of the Republican party, but he didn’t. I realize fully that this is what he was supposed to do, but he didn’t HAVE to, and there are many in his party who didn’t want him to. It was the first time since 2000 when he ran against Bush Jr. that I ever saw him act like a “Maverick.” You aint dead yet Senator McCain, but I honestly hope that you rest in peace, until you rest in peace. Funny how things work out, right?
["My President is Black..."]
[Pt. 1]
[Pt. 2]
[Pt. 3]
[via MassMovementTV]
Let’s get to f*cking work y’all,
COLINRESPONSE
p.s.
["That's Life..."]
p.p.s.
Michelle Obama is the finest 1st Lady there ever was.
