PSA

On the way to get a cut I heard a Katrinaian (that’s what I call the folks who have migrated to the H from the N.O.) ask what’s good with getting a Hurricane Katrina holiday (re: a day off from work)? He said in remembrance of the devastating storm he should be at the house barbecuing and drinking. He then proceeds to introduce himself as Blah Blah Bullshit of the No One Cares Set. Right after he says his name (which I don’t remember), he notes, “But they call me Young Obama.”

Stop that. Obama isn’t a rapper; he’s hopefully the next President. He’s not a gimmick (at least not in a musical sense), so can we not start this? I’ve heard others say this once or twice before, but I see what’s looming on the horizon.

If you turn on the news and hear Georgia and think of ATL, or if your health care policy is a suggestive daily dose of lean, shut the hell up. The same applies to those that think the key to better race relations is to want to smash Ice-T’s wife, Coco, or the desire to implement an immigration policy that calls for an import of Brazilan women. If you fall under any of those categories, don’t mention the words “Young” and “Obama” unless it goes something like, “My young ass is voting for Obama.” You’re trivializing his accomplishments and I haven’t garnered enough signatures to start a race draft yet, so hold that down.

Thank you.