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(With a nod to Kottke.org for the tip.)

Apparently the rapper DMX has some fame in the world of music, although to be honest I'd struggle to identify him. I have heard of him though. Anyway, he revealed in an interview just published that he had never heard of Barack Obama, and it prompts an amusing little back and forth. People need to think of this the next time they wheel out a celebrity to pimp a politician or cause! The original discussion can be found at the XXL magazine's website.

(Note: the interviewer is in maroon, DMX in green).

"Are you following the presidential race?

Not at all.


 

You're not? You know there's a Black guy running, Barack Obama and then there's Hillary Clinton.

His name is Barack?!


 

Barack Obama, yeah.

Barack?!


 

Barack.

What the fuck is a Barack?! Barack Obama. Where he from, Africa?


 

Yeah, his dad is from Kenya.

Barack Obama?


 

Yeah.

What the fuck?! That ain't no fuckin' name, yo. That ain't that nigga's name. You can't be serious. Barack Obama. Get the fuck outta here.


 

You're telling me you haven't heard about him before.

I ain't really paying much attention.


 

I mean, it's pretty big if a Black…

Wow, Barack! The nigga's name is Barack. Barack? Nigga named Barack Obama. What the fuck, man?! Is he serious? That ain't his fuckin' name. Ima tell this nigga when I see him, "Stop that bullshit. Stop that bullshit" [laughs] "That ain't your fuckin' name." Your momma ain't name you no damn Barack.


 

So you're not following the race. You can't vote right?

Nope.


 

Is that why you're not following it?

No, because it's just—it doesn't matter. They're gonna do what they're gonna do. It doesn't really make a difference. These are the last years.


 

But it would be pretty big if we had a first Black president. That would be huge.

I mean, I guess…. What, they gon' give a dog a bone? There you go. Ooh, we have a Black president now. They should've done that shit a long time ago, we wouldn't be in the fuckin' position we in now. With world war coming up right now. They done fucked this shit up then give it to the Black people, "Here you take it. Take my mess."


 

Right, exactly.

It's all a fuckin' setup. It's all a setup. All fuckin' bullshit. All bullshit. I don't give a fuck about none of that.


 

We could have a female president also, Hillary Clinton.

I mean, either way it doesn't matter. I don't care. No one person is directly affected by which president, you know, so what does it matter.


 

Yeah, but the country is.

I guess. The president is a puppet anyway. The president don't make no damn decisions.


 

The president…they don't have that much authority basically?

Nah, never.


 

But Bush pretty much…

You think Bush is making fuckin' decisions?


 

He did, yeah, he fucked up the country.

He act like he making decisions. He could barely speak! He could barely fuckin' speak! Can't be serious. He ain't making no damn decisions.


 

Well Barack has a good chance of winning so that might be something.

Good for him, good for him."
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Neva said…
OK this is priceless...whether you follow the race or not...this is a hoot....OMG what is it coming down too? Sheesh. You are pretty funny.
19 March 2008 at 11:35
Kris McCracken said…
Maybe DMX could run for Prez? It would be an interesting ride!
19 March 2008 at 12:46
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