Alphacat, who’s done a lot of video spoofs featuring Barack, has a hot number which riffs off Jamie Foxx’s Blame It video.
Here’s Alphacat’s version:
Best line, from faux Michelle: “Red or blue don’t matter cause we’re not gangs, don’t fight… y’all better act right.” (The political junkies will get that.)
I like Alphacat’s version better than the original from Jamie Foxx, which follows.
You can vote for whoever you like. This is the first video that the Ron Clark Academy kids did, before they became a YouTube sensation.
Obviously inspired, now Obama feels he can do whatever he likes. Courtesy of YouTube’s Alphacat:
And it’s good to see how well the white community, disparate though it is, has taken to it all.
Who says black Republicans don’t have a sense of humor?
The National Black Republican Association posted this wonderfully laughable piece of satire on their website. Share in the amusement:
White Guilt Emancipation Declaration
We, black American citizens of the United States of America and of the National Black Republican Association, do hereby declare that our fellow white American citizens are now, henceforth and forever more free of White Guilt.
This freedom from White Guilt was duly earned by the election of Barack Hussein Obama, a black man, to be our president by a majority of white Americans based solely on the color of his skin.
Freedom is not free, and we trust that the price paid for this freedom from White Guilt is worth the sacrifice, since Obama is a socialist who does not share the values of average Americans and will use the office of the presidency to turn America into a failed socialist nation.
Granted this November 4, 2008 – the day Barack Hussein Obama was elected as the first black president and the first socialist president of the United States of America.
Ha ha ha!
This video ad has been hopping around the Internet. I may be a little late to the party, but for those who haven’t seen it yet, enjoy.
The McCain campaign recently ran a political ad asking “do you know Barack Obama?” and taking him to task for his “friendship” with Bill Ayers.
The McCain ad is here:
The whole Obama/Ayers guilt by association smear has been thoroughly debunked; look here for an example.
But leave it to the Internet to find an amusing rejoinder to the McCain ad, this time via a reference to the campy version of Batman from the 1960s:
The whole thing was taken to the extreme, witness this:
Thanks to the Blacksonville Community Network for the pic.
Is there a subliminal message in the McCain lipstick ad that claimed Barack Obama was smearing Sarah Palin?
Probably not. But just think of the impact on the unconscious mind of the images conjured by these words:
• black male
• white female
Now, I’m not saying there was something “intentional” about the way the ad was devised. Nobody could be that cynical and calculating… right? But I had to laugh when I thought about it. I wonder if anybody else gets the joke.
Obama brings some flavor to the all-vanilla Republican National Convention:
Here’s some good natured snark on Obama, from the folks at The Onion:
“(Barack Obama is) talking down to black people… I want to cut his nuts off.”
- Jesse Jackson, caught unaware by an open mic on Fox News, this month.
DOWN TO EARTH:
“Well, you know what, then I truly believe that that is going to take an individual that has testicular fortitude, that’s exactly right, that’s what we got to have.”
- Paul Gibson, president of the Sheet Metal Workers’ Union, talking about why he supports Hillary Clinton for president, in April.
“With 90+ percent of black Americans voting Democrat regardless of who the candidate is, it will be bad enough as it is. But I, for one, expect you, black conservative Republican men to have enough balls to stand on principle, not on your emotions. You’ve shown your testicular fortitude by being publicly conservative against a tide of Identity Politics. Don’t start behaving like castrati now.”
- Black conservative blogger Juliette Akinyi Ochieng, challenging the manhood of black conservative males who are thinking of voting for Barack Obama, in June.
LET A SISTER GET SOME:
“Girl please, you couldn’t even carry my bra.”
- Detroit Congresswoman Carolyn Kilpatrick, at a Democratic candidate’s debate, responding to primary opponent Mary Waters’ comment about procuring federal funds for their district, this month.
It’s been a tough week for me. The demands of work, family, and home have made it impossible to post to this blog for a few days. I’ve been in blogging withdrawal.
The day, the week, made me weak and tired. And when I’m weak and tired, the call of rum and coke can be irresistible. Was it one sip? Two? Or three? I don’t know. Weariness and alcohol can rob men of their memory as well as their conscience.
For some reason, Edgar Allan Poe came to mind. I started reading from his poetic masterpiece:
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`’Tis some visitor,’ I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.’
I looked up. I thought I heard a tapping… a rhythmic burst like Jay-Z rapping.
But no! Now it was a high pitched sound, like a bird. What was that sound? “Skee-wee.” it said. “Skee-wee.”
I ran to the window. And then I saw her!