The smoke comes forth, the lights twinkle, and I'm reminded.......
Tuesday November 4, 2008 Tara and I frantically run around Manhattan searching for a vacant seat to watch the Election. Yes! Fashion 40. Sportin my V neck Patty Fields tee (dotted with a gold plated, patriotic emblem), we make our way through the crowd to a slightly empty table, flirt our way to a seat right in front of the plasma, and bombard the waitress for back to back Pinot. BO's winning, can you believe it? God, I sure can. Iowa, New Hampshire, Virginia, New York, its a beautiful thing. Left and right, he's killing. T.K.O
Maybe if I leave now I can make it home before California closes their polls. Naw, not a chance, the crowd erupts. President elect Barack Obama wins. Its real. Running outside I scream, "OH MY GODDDDDD", its real, its so real! The world has halted to play our song. Times square is filled to capacity with Barack supporters has we all dance. Hugs and kisses. I just hugged a random bystander as she tells me "Don't cry lady, this is real!!!" As people dance in the middle of 42nd Street and people swing from the traffic lights, I sit on a fire hydrant and cry my eyes out. ALL THINGS ARE POSSIBLE, its so true. No more reasons why you can't, no more playing the race card, no more slacking on your hustle, no more wishes of untouchable aspirations. ALL THINGS ARE POSSIBLE!!!!!
The smoke slowly departs and I'm brought back to reality by the filthy exhaust of necessary transportation from 41st street to 47th, I refuse to walk today. Taxi!
Ok,
I know we are all happy because Barack H. Obama is our new President. Yes I voted (for the first time I might add). I know our excitement is endless because of lowered taxes, a stylish sista wearing Vivienne Westwood in the White House , a mutt playing on the White House's lawn. I know we are looking forward to the end of his celebrity and the begin of his reign. But can we please focus on the most important gain ahead of us! The STANDARD. BHO and his fabulously stylish frame of a family as implemented and set in stone the STANDARD.
The STANDARD:
effortlessly set considerations of historic heroes that pronounce a specific appeal for every occasion of everyday; a pretense that embodies the ultimate level of class, education, hard work, self love, and respect; a practice of literature, religion, the arts, the conservative freedoms that we are blessed with yet at times unrecognizable due to ignorance and blindness of society; knowing one's self and sharing the best version of said self with the targeted community that is yours
Brotha's will start cutting their hair, shaving that scruffy, pulling up their pants, and starching their shirts. Oh and did I forget to mention slapping on a tie! I'm getting chills just thinking about it. Fellas will revisit the mold of what it really means to be a man and look incredibly dashing doing it. I mean, one thing I will always acknowledge but never understand, is the transition of style from the 50's to the 70's to the 90's. How in the hell did we go from Sidney Poitier to Plies (even though I must admit that I rock to the inappropriate subliminals of "Bust it Baby"). BHO will force the STANDARD. I'm so excited because the President that my 3 year old niece will see and know is the STANDARD. He will wear Hart Schaffner & Marx suits (tailored, modest, and rich with sophistication) he will speak with eloquence, and he will encourage that her future soul mate does the same. Madi pooh won't know what to do with anything less.
The smoke thickens back and a harp glitters in the distance.....
I can see it now
Young boys grow into men and seek out the hand of beautiful self respecting women all across the nation. Dates are back in style and all of a sudden restaurants are booked, parks are crowded, and movie theatres are packed. There's a decrease in the rate of broken nails, due to men opening doors and soda cans, and mani and pedi sales are through the roof. Vera Wang, Carolina Herrera, and Amsale win the Nobel Peace Prize as a collective due to record breaking sales and couples all across the world wed for the first and last time. Andre 3000 is brought on to design uniforms for all fast food restaurants across the nation. Kanye West goes back to school completing Undergrad, gets accepted into Princeton Law, and creates a Multi Platinum album titled "The College Graduate".
Tuesday November 4, 2008 Tara and I frantically run around Manhattan searching for a vacant seat to watch the Election. Yes! Fashion 40. Sportin my V neck Patty Fields tee (dotted with a gold plated, patriotic emblem), we make our way through the crowd to a slightly empty table, flirt our way to a seat right in front of the plasma, and bombard the waitress for back to back Pinot. BO's winning, can you believe it? God, I sure can. Iowa, New Hampshire, Virginia, New York, its a beautiful thing. Left and right, he's killing. T.K.O
Maybe if I leave now I can make it home before California closes their polls. Naw, not a chance, the crowd erupts. President elect Barack Obama wins. Its real. Running outside I scream, "OH MY GODDDDDD", its real, its so real! The world has halted to play our song. Times square is filled to capacity with Barack supporters has we all dance. Hugs and kisses. I just hugged a random bystander as she tells me "Don't cry lady, this is real!!!" As people dance in the middle of 42nd Street and people swing from the traffic lights, I sit on a fire hydrant and cry my eyes out. ALL THINGS ARE POSSIBLE, its so true. No more reasons why you can't, no more playing the race card, no more slacking on your hustle, no more wishes of untouchable aspirations. ALL THINGS ARE POSSIBLE!!!!!
The smoke slowly departs and I'm brought back to reality by the filthy exhaust of necessary transportation from 41st street to 47th, I refuse to walk today. Taxi!
Ok,
I know we are all happy because Barack H. Obama is our new President. Yes I voted (for the first time I might add). I know our excitement is endless because of lowered taxes, a stylish sista wearing Vivienne Westwood in the White House , a mutt playing on the White House's lawn. I know we are looking forward to the end of his celebrity and the begin of his reign. But can we please focus on the most important gain ahead of us! The STANDARD. BHO and his fabulously stylish frame of a family as implemented and set in stone the STANDARD.
The STANDARD:
effortlessly set considerations of historic heroes that pronounce a specific appeal for every occasion of everyday; a pretense that embodies the ultimate level of class, education, hard work, self love, and respect; a practice of literature, religion, the arts, the conservative freedoms that we are blessed with yet at times unrecognizable due to ignorance and blindness of society; knowing one's self and sharing the best version of said self with the targeted community that is yours
Brotha's will start cutting their hair, shaving that scruffy, pulling up their pants, and starching their shirts. Oh and did I forget to mention slapping on a tie! I'm getting chills just thinking about it. Fellas will revisit the mold of what it really means to be a man and look incredibly dashing doing it. I mean, one thing I will always acknowledge but never understand, is the transition of style from the 50's to the 70's to the 90's. How in the hell did we go from Sidney Poitier to Plies (even though I must admit that I rock to the inappropriate subliminals of "Bust it Baby"). BHO will force the STANDARD. I'm so excited because the President that my 3 year old niece will see and know is the STANDARD. He will wear Hart Schaffner & Marx suits (tailored, modest, and rich with sophistication) he will speak with eloquence, and he will encourage that her future soul mate does the same. Madi pooh won't know what to do with anything less.
The smoke thickens back and a harp glitters in the distance.....
I can see it now
Young boys grow into men and seek out the hand of beautiful self respecting women all across the nation. Dates are back in style and all of a sudden restaurants are booked, parks are crowded, and movie theatres are packed. There's a decrease in the rate of broken nails, due to men opening doors and soda cans, and mani and pedi sales are through the roof. Vera Wang, Carolina Herrera, and Amsale win the Nobel Peace Prize as a collective due to record breaking sales and couples all across the world wed for the first and last time. Andre 3000 is brought on to design uniforms for all fast food restaurants across the nation. Kanye West goes back to school completing Undergrad, gets accepted into Princeton Law, and creates a Multi Platinum album titled "The College Graduate".
There's peace in the Middle East and every one's in Love.
Backyards are built, picket fences are painted, there's a 4 baby maximum, and people are knocking fists as opposed to shaking hands. Can you hear Maze playing in the background?
The smoke fades out, the harps silence and I stroll into Saks 5th Ave.
Sounds good. Heck I don't even have it in me to say that this theory is impossible. This nation has a new hero and every entity of his existence exudes Style. The possibilities are endless.
Hell our President is Barack Obama.
PLS
1 comments:
YOU GO AHEAD OBAMA. YOU GO AHEAD AND MAKE THIS WORLD A BETTER PLACE. THIS OF COURSE IS MY FAVORITE ARTICLE OUT OF THE BUNCH. OBAMA IS SUCH A DOWN TO EARTH PERSON. I HOPE THAT HE DOES THIS EARTH GOOD. I WONDER WHAT HE'S DOING RIGHT NOW. I DON'T KNOW BUT I AM PRETTY SURE THAT THERE IS A BUTLER AND MAID INVOLVED. LOVE YA JOI THIS IS MY FAVORITE ONE YET....
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