Foreword: In light of the uplifting events of our great country, I’m writing something trendy and pertinent.
There I said it. Why? Because it’s now supposed to be cool and hip to vote, fuck you communist socialists. I’m all about being a real life rebel and I lead by fucking example baby. That’s why I consequently didn’t vote like I have well… all my life. O, that makes me non-hypocritical as well, wow I’m such an awesome person you know. So I’d like to point you to what my deciding factors of not voting this time were or perhaps I should call them subconscious factors:
Big motherfucking reason number 1:
"I felt like my vote was the vote that put him into office. It was down to one vote, and that was going to be my vote. And that may not be true, but that's how much power it felt like I had," the hip-hop mogul said.
After spending much of the presidential campaign season using his star wattage to get other people to the polls, Diddy, like other celebrity political boosters, spent the day leading by example. He arrived at his polling site — a school in midtown Manhattan — in the morning and waited in line as a bevy of media prepared to capture the moment. Diddy said he believed he was potentially making history by voting for the first black president in U.S. history, and also felt the weight of the past in the voting booth. "I'm not trying to be dramatic, but I just felt like, Martin Luther King, and I felt the whole civil rights movement, I felt all that energy, and I felt my kids," he said. "It was all there at one time. It was a joyous moment."
-PDiddy
O really Mr. PDiddy, did you happen to build a fucking time machine to take you back so you could experience the “movement” first hand or does the “movement” happen to feel like rolling around in a fat pile of cash every night while fucking two paraplegic prostitutes for novelty? If you just read the above quotes, you have just wasted a precious seconds of your life that you will never recover. I’ve wasted more by posting this shithead quote, so you have quite honestly outwitted me in this case. The first time I read this was like the first time I dry heaved looking at an obese woman naked, please don’t ask for details. It reeked of cellulite ass cheeks and disturbing stretch marks. Why am I glad I didn’t vote, because I sure as fuck wouldn’t want to be in line with this ass-clown. Translation: “Hey look I’m PDiddy, I’m being held down by da white man. They just don’t feel me, them government fools be taxing all my monies. Maybe a blackman in da Whitehouse will finally understand me. Blah blah blah.” Here was the thought process in this man’s head… HE BE BLACK VOTE YES! You sure as hell don’t see white people talking about Martin Luther King and shit, Nigga please. I’ll say it again, NIGGA PLEASE. The fact this asshat actually had the gal to make voting hip and cool means that the retards have just come out of the wood shed and decided the president. Yes, you heard me fucking retards are out on the loose, on our streets making a decision that might actually matter. O shit! Where’s ma shotgunz! I bet if I took a microphone to the polls and asked most college aged kids why they voted for O-o-o-obaaama, they would give me inane dribble that would probably be either wrong or completely stupid. Maybe they’ll just look at me like a drooling retard, because well… they don’t have a fucking reason to vote for him. Guess what, he hasn’t said shit, he’s walked the everyman line to win this, the feel good O Great America is going to rise up and fuck every other country in the ass with a 12 inch dildo bullshit. The founding fathers are rolling in their graves when we have a largely retarded population deciding what matters. That’s right, the majority are a bunch of rabid pitch fork raising rednecks that couldn’t figure the difference between their dicks and assholes. We are fucked.
The End
That’s right, those are factors listed above, there’s only need for one excuse not to vote. Damn I’m such a rebel, it feels good to be a gansta.
