Okay party people. So I’ve just landed in Chicago on a mission to grab my child’s mother and drag her to the polls caveman style.  I keep calling her, but now she’s not answering the phone. I guess she’s mad because I called her ghetto. She was quick to remind me that we all come from the ghetto, including myself. However, I believe there’s a difference between being poor and being BROKE. When your mentality is, “I don’t know if I can”, “I don’t know if I will”, or “This may not be possible,” that’s being BROKE.  It’s a mindset.

I believe that we can be middle-class even with no money, if our mentality maintains a dignity of strong character.

A friend of mine told me that there has been some extreme voter intimidation tactics in Indianapolis, IN.  Reportedly, there are two men dressed in gorilla costumes with Obama signs trying to provoke Black crowds at certain polling places to jump and attack them–in which case would disqualify them from voting. Maybe one or two, or maybe the whole crowd, depending on how many participate in any such attack.

Let’s not be thrown off our game.
Let’s stay as focused as Barack was when facing down the racist campaign techniques of the Clintons and McCains.

I leave you with a picture of the children I’m fighting for.
My children.

Solomon and Amirah Smith.

“The Ignorance Within”

As I run through LaGuardia airport rushing to Chicago for election day, I’m realizing that my fight for Barack this year is not with a McCain/Palin supporter, or even myself—I participated in early voting.  My fight for Barack Obama’s place in history lies within my own family. 

On Halloween night, my daughter’s mother (baby’s mama) sent me a picture of her in the VIP section at the club dressed as a sexy nurse.

However yesterday, when I asked her what time she was going to vote her response was:

“I don’t know…it depends on if I can get some gas money or somethin’ to get over there.”

I was like AW HELL NAW!! How the **** you gone be able to get to the club on Halloween night in your slutty nurse outfit, but can’t figure out a way to get to the damn polls to vote for Barack Obama??  That’s some ghetto ass sh*t! 

To be fair to her though, I was met with this response: “When you send me some goddamn money for this baby, then worry about what the **** I do at the polls!!” 

So today, not only am I flying to Chicago to give her some damn money for the baby, but Barack has raised the bar enough for Black men in America for me to grab her by her head and drag her to the polls–and she better be registered!! Or it’s gonna be some domestic abuse kicking off in Chitown!!

For your viewing pleasure, here’s my daughter’s mother in her Halloween costume:

Hopefully she won’t mind.  After all, she did take this picture in the club.  Everybody saw it anyway.

PS: I will continue to send you pictures, updates, and posts throughout the day of my Chicago ghetto mess.