I still can’t manage to string coherent words together into some modicum of expressing exactly what’s going on in my head after Obama’s incredible victory.

Instead, I’ve put together a quick video from stock footage to maybe articulate the thoughts a little bit:

“It’s been a long time since I left you, Without a dope beat to step to … ”

So, without further ado: behold the most well-done grassroots pro-Obama video I’ve seen thus far:

Obama ‘08 - Vote For Hope from MC Yogi on Vimeo.

Wherever you are, if you are a registered voter, please go out there and vote! Early registration has already begun in more than 30 states, including D.C., so you do NOT have to wait till Nov. 4th to let your voice be heard.

Meanwhile, The New York Times officially endorsed Senator Obama this morning, saying:

Mr. Obama has withstood some of the toughest campaign attacks ever mounted against a candidate. He’s been called un-American and accused of hiding a secret Islamic faith. The Republicans have linked him to domestic terrorists and questioned his wife’s love of her country. Ms. Palin has also questioned millions of Americans’ patriotism, calling Republican-leaning states “pro-America.”

This politics of fear, division and character assassination helped Mr. Bush drive Mr. McCain from the 2000 Republican primaries and defeat Senator John Kerry in 2004. It has been the dominant theme of his failed presidency.

The nation’s problems are simply too grave to be reduced to slashing “robo-calls” and negative ads. This country needs sensible leadership, compassionate leadership, honest leadership and strong leadership. Barack Obama has shown that he has all of those qualities.  Read Full Article Here.

ThatOne ‘08!

Shower me with blessings. No second-guessing.
‘Cause God, herself, is sitting on the edge of my
bed, slowly undressing. A night symbolic as the
resurrection. I’m about to slide up in the kingdom
of God with no protection.

And I can guarantee a second coming. ‘Cause I
already hear the drummer boy barumpumpum
pumming. A host of angels look at me through
your eyes. My first communion with my hands
on your thighs. You’re catching the spirit, the Holy
Ghost and the fire. Yo, this is wild.

I’m every Jay-Z album played in reverse. I’m
risen from blunt ash and stashed in a purse.
I’m smuggled over borders, contraband, ‘though
I rock. I paper. I scissor. Nah, NGH, no Glock.

- Saul Williams
The Dead Emcee Scrolls: The Lost Teachings of Hip-Hop

I realize it’s damn near two weeks late, but the second installment of Radio Elite is now available for download right here.

Having said that,

• Why do people believe the strangest things? Michael Shermer has a few ideas.
• I need a late pass for this one: scientists (at Stemagen) have successfully created the first cloned human embryo from skin cells. “Humans should not be playing god,” you say? Why, dear thinking primates, god has been playing humans for so long! Let’s flip the script and fuck around a little bit … give the “almighty” a nice little existential crisis.
• Commodes are meant to be sat on in the right direction. If you sit at a 90-degree angle, you’ll be unpleasantly surprised by a doo-doo bridge between your sphincter and the porcelain, in an ungodly tug-o-war. Unnecessary information, I know. But I’m perfect, and you’re not. Deal with it.
• Pretty intense: the impossible art of Li Wei
• A friend just asked me:
  

  the only sound advice i need now is … navigating the fine line between muffling her screams of exctasy with a pillow … and accidentally discovering you’re into necrophilia. how do i get rid of the body dude?

• I’ve ranted about cheetos in the past. And today, someone sends me a link for Random Acts of Cheetos. Unbridled hilarity of epic proportions.

That’s it. If you need me, I’ll be in the Beyond section at Bed, Bath & Beyond, licking furniture and smelling colors to improve my synesthesia.

I don’t like it one bit. It makes me nervous. Optimism makes me nervous. Cynicism has sort of been a comfortable distance from which to watch and mock this planetary mishmash of haphazard shenanigans. It affords me the assholishness that understands that nothing is really sacred, while simultaneously enjoying my self-imposed higher ground of pretending like I’m simply just a visitor on Earth. That I’m really not originally from this foolishness-ridden planet. This begs for clever puns on “resident alien.”

What I’m saying in a nutshell: I was watching Obama’s victory speech on Tuesday with a few friends, and lo and behold: I had to confront the fact that, goddamnit!, tears were welling up in my eyes. Was it because this man’s message of hope and change really has a chance of delivering the goods if he gets in the White House? Or is it because a little 4 year old black kid somewhere can now confidently say “I want to be President” without any derisive chuckles from peers? Maybe it was sheer joy at seeing Hillary get crushed. I wouldn’t trust that woman enough to lend her $10, much less run a whole country. Maybe it was just an amalgamate of a whole shopping list of items that I’ve wanted, but never thought would get around to getting. Regardless, I wasn’t the only one publicly reduced to tears on the evening of June 3rd.

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