Barack Obama

Barack Obama at a Charlotte, NC rally in remembering his grandmother, Madelyn Dunham (RIP).

I’ll admit I screwed up by hitting the snooze button, but I was out the door at 5:30. I thought I made good time considering the voting area for my ward was only a few blocks away. I popped in Heltah Skeltah because I was sure that fight music would come in handy in case somebody spazzed. When I got there the first parking lot was full. I drove around to the other side. Hopped out, shook off some wrinkles from my Eli Porter t-shirt. Wiped some rain off my timbs. And ghost rode into the parking spot, did my two step as Gladys parked herself. As I hoofed it back to the other side of the building, I imagined how it feels to be a part of history. It was chilly, and rainy, but I’ve never been excited to stand in a line in all of my life. There were so many of my brothers and sisters out there. There were kids out there and everything. Elderly folks, folks with injuries and walkers. Just about any type of individual you could think of, sans babies.

And white folks, you were out there once again in the cold wearing clothing that make me go WTF? Short sleeve shirts. Shorts. No hood or umbrella. Chancletas. * shrugs *

The line was already substantial outside but I was willing to wait no matter what happened. However, the wait was like 10 minutes and the polls opened at 6AM…the line moved smoothly. Inside the building it was warm but became a bit cluttered very quick. As I checked in my name, I only hoped that there wouldn’t be any nonsense poppin’ off with my registration. I pop out my driver’s license and hand it to the workers. As the two women scanned for my name I quickly flash back about a month and some change ago when I received notice from Voter’s Registration that I needed to change my address.

When I got that notice back then, I zoomed downtown near the police station *shudders* to the Voter Registration office and a Kenny Rogers (not recent Kenny, but The Gambler Kenny) looking mofo said that I was all good to go and that I didn’t need to change my address. But he never looked me in the eye. So if there was going to be any issue, I would make sure I would find Kenny Rogers and whoop his monkey ass! EVERYTHING IS HELTAH SKELTAH!

The women found my name, I calm down and I skipped to the polls. A worker walks over to me and tells me to take off my hood. Nah… I walk to the poll take a deep breath and as big as day I see Barack Obama. Hit the select button and made my choices. History is made.

This was my first time voting.

As I approached Gladys, she started up, pulled up beside me, I did my two step and ghost rode back into Gladys! Who does that? 1 minute from making history and I do something amazing like that. It’s great having super powers. And I wrote this to inspire you.

So if you haven’t voted yet. Do so. * waves fist * Lastly, do something nice for yourself today. You deserve it.