Folks, it's 3:09PM on Sunday afternoon, two days before you Negroes think you will paint the White House black, and I am chilling in my lounger, getting ready to watch my birds play the Seahawks. Buzzzz buzzz buzzz, that's my door bell again for the third time today. Now you have to understand; Mrs. Field is out at Sunday services, worshiping at the Church Of The Mall Discounts, and the kid is alone. Another thing you have to understand is that no one visits the kid on a Sunday evening before an Eagles game. Unless of course, we plan to watch the game together.
Buzzz buzzz buzzz. But I know who it is. There has been two of them already, today. Mrs. Field got the first one because she was still at home. The second one I ignored, after taking a peek outside my window. Buzzz buzzz buzzz. Ahhh fuck it! I decide to get it and to tell yet another O man volunteer to take a fucking hike. YES WE KNOW WHERE WE HAVE TO GO AND VOTE. YES WE KNOW HOW TO GET THERE, AND NO WE DON'T HAVE ANY DAMN QUESTIONS. WELL, I HAVE ONE: DO YOU REALIZE THAT THE EAGLES PLAY TODAY? AND DO YOU EVEN CARE? Damn it O man if your ground game and get out the vote operation is like this in every state, you will either win by a landslide, or lose because your annoying street team pissed off so many people.
Buzzz buzzzz buzzzz. The most beautiful woman I have ever seen in person (With the exception of the beautiful Mrs. Field of course. And I have never seen Lark in person, so she doesn't count) was in a small seaside town on the Island of Haiti, called Jacmel. She just came out of nowhere, went into a place called the iron market, and I never saw her again. That was until I peeped the Obama volunteer at my door. (Yes we can) Do we know where to go? Yes I... I mean we know where to go, and yes we know..... at least I think we know how to get there....but ahhh could you tell me again please? I asked her if she had been working all day, and she said yes. I asked her how she had managed so far, and she said that it had been great, and that the response has been very positive. (I bet it has) She said that she was looking forward to being out a couple of more hours before calling it a wrap. "Make sure you vote", she told me, and "make sure Mrs. ___ gets out too". She gave me a couple of posters and was on her way. Okay O man, I take all that shit back. Even if there was a chance that I might forget to head to the voting booth tomorrow, I guarantee you that there is no way that I forget now.
Yes we can.
Hi, I am field Negro, and I am an Obamaholic. Now let's see if I can watch this game in peace?