Point of order: SouthPeezy (Vibe and XXL writer & my folk) and ATilein stopped by the shop and had some vino with me on Friday.Speculative processes enables one to do many things, in particular prepare and attempt to gather understanding. In my last post, I asked a question that I have been thinking about for sometime now: What happens if or when Obama looses in the general election in November. I have not really read or heard anyone discuss this or even broach this subject at all, let alone with any modicum of plausible discourse.
Seems that what is anticipated is a change. Maybe it is the intense and repetitive banter suggesting a need for change, which is true. Or maybe it is the extreme prejudice associated with the possibility of having a man of African descent take up residency on
Don’t get me wrong, I do hope that jones wins the general election in November. However I am prepared just in case he doesn’t. I cannot say the same for a large corpus of folk who take his victory as some did the Patriots over the Giants this past Super Bowl.
It may be by chance, or more so history, that he may not win. I mean historically, we have never as a people gotten this far. Even to the DNC in which a man or woman of color has been awarded the nomination for the presidency. I was taught that
I just really wonder how many have given true thought or discernment towards the possibility that he may loose in November to John McCain, and if he does, what happens to this country we all cherish so dearly, even with its faults. What will happen to the democratic party and this republic for which it stands if Obama ends up on CNN or what ever news outlet you watch and concedes to John McCain? Are you ready for that? Can you handle that? And what will happen in these streets and what will you do if he doesn’t win? Cause it is real in the field. vote
Addendum: Immortal Technique-Dominant Species
I'm stuck inside the future and life is chaotic
The government is psychotically racist and robotic
The matrix of entrapment is socio-economic
Erotic conspiracy theory becomes reality
Life is war, and every day's a battle to me
I'm on the brink of insanity, between extreme intelligence and split personalities
But I elevate to the point of reversing gravity
Revolutionary conceptuality spitting out of me
Even the dead people in my family tell me they proud of me
Stupidity's not allowed by me
Cuz I don't got time to play
I'm the black whole lyricist that'll take your shine away
Darkness at any time of day
I'm the Technique and your nobody so what you trying to say
Stellar density becomes your physical alignment
1.8 billion tons per square inch confinement