I’d dap that.
Over at my OTHER blog, boobtube, I post about television, the things I see on it and the way it makes me feel. Particularly as it pertains to my feminist ideals and standards (They’re pretty simple: I am one and you should be).
So it should come as no surprise that I was watching the news Saturday. Or, I was watching the news through the hazy, muddy filter of CNN. I was watching because Obama was giving his “R0xoRZ! The Whitehouse is ours!” speech and Hillary was biting back the swelling tide of bile rising up in the back of her throat, asking people to support Obama as they have supported her.
Now, as much as I love rich, old, white dudes (see: not at all) , I feel a swelling pride when watching Obama. It’s like “Look guys! America can do it! They can elect somebody I would support! I forgot what that was like!”
And then, he got up to speak and he and his wife shared a sweet, if slightly nerdy moment where they held out their fists and brushed knuckles; they dapped. Dap’s just a cooler high five. I dapped with one of the press men the other day because he had ink on his hands. No big deal.
Less noticeable was the fact that as she walked away, Barry gave Michelle a little “yeah, baby” slap on the ass. I don’t know about you, but while watching this, I had a moment where I thought to myself “this going to be the most awesome first family in the history of the USA.”
Apparently, this is not what runs through the minds of many Americans. News organizations across the country practically peed themselves rushing to explain this “crazy Negro fist bump,” this “pound,” this “terrorist fist jab.”
The Sadly, No! blog has done the job of rounding up the idiots for me. I chat almost every night with my co-bloggers at boobtube, Jess and Salome and we went through all the comments, dying with laughter.
If Obama is elected president he will:
- force everyone to eat black eyed peas and grits, fried chicken, corn bread and watermelon as a daily meal.
I don’t know about you, but I’m hungry now. That sounds delicious.
- throw hip hop concerts on the White house lawn, thus signifying a “third world catastrophe.”
Yes. Those black folk. With their crazy hippity hoppity music. It would be catastrophic if Kanye were dropping phat beats at the White House.
- drive a pimped out Escalade with spinning rims.
Bitch, please! It would be a pimped out Prius with spinning rims.
- lessen the formal class of the White House, thus forcing real proud ‘mericans to move to the Bahamas.
Yes. Please. Move to the Bahamas. Where there are no black people. Also, White House and class? I don’t know that those two things have had more than a passing acquaintance since George W. Bush classily choked on a pretzel while watching some formal football and drinking classy AND formal O’Doul’s.
- make and release a video of Michelle Obama “telling ‘whitey to die.’ Meaning white people!”
Thanks for the clarification, cracker.
- wear “a backward baseball hat with USA facing to the rear. Will the star spangled banner soon be a rap song?”
Only if destiny truly has a heart.
Look, the dap is not a gang sign. It’s not a foreboding portent of Obama decorating the Lincoln bedroom with spears and masks and it’s not going to do anything except let us know that the Obamas are about as hip and with it as you could hope a future president and first lady would be.
With that in mind, and for those of you not in the know, I present one of my favourite songs from the first lady of Dap and her royal court. The Dap Dip is from the album Dap-Dippin’ with the Dap Kings, which you can buy from Daptone Records. If Sharon Jones and Binky Griptite are dappin’, you know it can’t be bad!
