In his now infamous – what has this guy ever done that hasn’t become infamous – interview with Rolling Stoned magazine Obama tells us of his musical preferences and thus provides us with yet another whiff of the putrid stench that occupies the space between his Dumbo ears.
Music, more than anything else, can tell us about the quality of a man’s soul. His desires. His aspirations. Music and hymns can lift us during Church service higher than a sermon alone ever could. Music can touch our souls and, if only for a fleeting moment, make our lives tangential to the sublime. We use music to lift us up, give us energy and some of us like to greet the new day with music.
Then there’s Obama! I guess, like the rest of us, he too “gets into his music” becasue it speaks to his soul and to his values and to his beliefs…and that should worry the hell out of you!
Here is what Obama says that he likes to listen to: “Jay-Z used to be sort of what predominated, but now I’ve got a little Nas and a little Lil Wayne and some other stuff, but I would not claim to be an expert.”
Let’s picture Obama taking a break from reading the teleprompter putting his feet up on the desk and with his headphones on he listens to, oh, say his old favorite, the scum bag Jay Z melodiously crooning “Jesus can’t save you when the church ends” and then breaking into the uplifting “damn I gotta brag, or these crackers gonna think that I ain’t on their ass”. Then again the ever soulful anthem to racial reconciliation “Please tell Bill O’Reilly to fall back. Tell Rush Limbaugh to get off my cock. It’s 2010, not 1864.” And one can only imagine Obama slowly drifting to sleep with the soothing,
“Motherfuckers wanna act loco, hit em wit numerous shots with the fo’-fo’
Faggots wanna talk to Po-Po’s, smoke em like cocoa, C’mon, shoot a faggot nigga down run and take the gun home”
Rejuvenated, Obama decides to go for a run and switches his “play list” to Nas. “Not mad cause Eminem said nigger / Cause he’s my nigger / Wigger / Cracker friend / We all black within / We all African within” then to some more upbeat NAS ” and Obama happyly sings along “You are now allowed to listen to the radio, real niggers are back” before going with “I’m a nigger, he’s a nigger, she’s nigger, we some niggers / wouldn’t you like to be a nigger too / They like to strangle niggers, blame a nigger, shootin’ niggers, hangin’ niggers / still you wanna be a nigger too… true,”
Run finished, Obama cools down with some Lil Wayne,
That Hot Boy shit still in me nigga, word the giggity nigga and I remember when you came to the click
I had already made my name in the click, but you got famous and shit
I got my solja rag and dangled my shit
I was down to just to hang wit you shit
And I banged to the boogie bang bang wit yo click
And I ain’t even from the 3(3rd Ward), my hood was angry at me, shit
Run finished, Obama puts on a suit and sets to work to figure out rules of engagement for Afghanistan that will guarantee that we lose the war and get as many US troops killed – after all they’re white anyway! Later on, the music and lyrics still ringing in his ears Obama and Axelrod and Rham Emmanuel and Summers continue the agenda of stealing money from the “middle class” (an euphemism for whites), redistributing it to minorities, and all the while making sure that the bankers get their cut. He hums out loud as Jay Z’s lyrics persist in his head “No more white lies, the president is black”.