Se eu fosse o Barack (não tinha um cara no Mortal Kombat II chamado Barack?) eu apostaria a minha campanha inteira na negritude. Inteira. Os jingles, por exemplo, seriam feitos pelo Isaac Hayes: "Whose the black presidential candidate whose a sex machine for all the chicks. Barack! Damn right!" E as contribuições de campanha, pela Oprah.
E que tal ter o Samuel L. Jackson fazendo comícios com ele? "That's it! I'm through with these motherfucking republicans on this motherfucking government!" Ou então, "When I was in the Jedi Council, I wish we had Barack with us."
E não precisa ser o Mace Windu sempre, se o público for mais inteligente serve o Sidney Poitier. E se for mais burro, o Wesley Snipes.
E é óbvio que os americanos estão preparados para um presidente negro. Alguém aí precisa ser lembrado de Um pobretão na Casa Branca? É um fantástico filme, o tagline é ótimo: The only thing white is the house.
Obama, você é o melhor candidato presidencial americano democrata e negro dessas eleições.
E em letras bem pequeninihas abaixo do título eu confesso que a idéia do mesmo foi carinhosamente roubada do Warren. Verifique, leitor.
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I went out walking
Through streets paved with gold,
Lifted some stones of the skin and bones
Of a city without a soul.
I went out walking
Under an atomic sky,
Where the ground won’t turn and the rain it burns
Like the tears when I said goodbye.
Yeah, I went with nothing
Nothing but the thought of you
I went wandering.
I went drifting
Through the capitals of tin,
Where men can’t walk or freely talk
And sons turn their fathers in.
I stopped outside a church house
Where the citizens lack to sit,
They say they want the kingdom
But they don’t want God in it.
I went out riding
Down that old eight lane,
I passed by a thousand signs
Looking for my own name.
I went with nothing,
But the thought you’d be there too
Looking for you.
I wet out there
In search of experience
To taste and touch and to view as much
As a man can before he redempts.
I went out searching
Looking for one good man
A spirit who would not bend or break
Who would sit at his fathers right hand.
I went walking
With a bible and a gun
The word of God laid heavy on my heart
I was sure I was the one.
Now Jesus, don’t you wait up
Jesus I’ll be coming home soon
I went out for the papers
Told her I’d be back by noon.
Yeah, I left with nothing
But the thought you’d be there too
Looking for you.
Yeah, I left with nothing
Nothing but the thought of you
I went wandering.
(U2 & Johnny Cash)
Through streets paved with gold,
Lifted some stones of the skin and bones
Of a city without a soul.
I went out walking
Under an atomic sky,
Where the ground won’t turn and the rain it burns
Like the tears when I said goodbye.
Yeah, I went with nothing
Nothing but the thought of you
I went wandering.
I went drifting
Through the capitals of tin,
Where men can’t walk or freely talk
And sons turn their fathers in.
I stopped outside a church house
Where the citizens lack to sit,
They say they want the kingdom
But they don’t want God in it.
I went out riding
Down that old eight lane,
I passed by a thousand signs
Looking for my own name.
I went with nothing,
But the thought you’d be there too
Looking for you.
I wet out there
In search of experience
To taste and touch and to view as much
As a man can before he redempts.
I went out searching
Looking for one good man
A spirit who would not bend or break
Who would sit at his fathers right hand.
I went walking
With a bible and a gun
The word of God laid heavy on my heart
I was sure I was the one.
Now Jesus, don’t you wait up
Jesus I’ll be coming home soon
I went out for the papers
Told her I’d be back by noon.
Yeah, I left with nothing
But the thought you’d be there too
Looking for you.
Yeah, I left with nothing
Nothing but the thought of you
I went wandering.
(U2 & Johnny Cash)
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2 comentários:
Barack Hussein Obama é o pior candidato de todos, como vou provar.
Em primeiro lugar o nome do meio: "Hussein" - ligação clara e inequívoca com o ex-ditador do Iraque.
Em segundo lugar, "Obama". Mude uma letra e... sim, Osama Bin Laden: pai de todos os terroristas do mundo.
Em terceiro, e mais alarmante, lugar, o primeiro nome do candidato, "Barack", é perigosamente próximo de "Baraka", o extra-terrestre demoníaco do Mortal Kombat II.
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