Got dammit Puffy can’t act. Shit.

Three hours of my life I cannot get back. Sure it’s a good play. Sure it’s a good read.

Sure sure sure. Unsure unsure unsure.

However, watching NBC’s Sean Combs exec-produced “A Raisin In The Sun” just didn’t really churn my butter like I’d like it to have.

Oh well. Sadatay.

So, it’s finally happened. I knew it would happen one day but man…I just wasn’t ready.

Hmm..you know what else…the chick who played Ruth has a strong face; very strong features. Features on steroids, if you will.

Anyway, so the other day I did what any other self-respecting arrogant motherfucker would do on a daily basis.

I googled me.

Y’all heard that “Google Me” song? Yeah, to el authero of said song? Go kill yourself chica.

Anyway, so I googled msyelf and found out that this site no longer comes up as the top result on Google.

Oy vey and pity me. Man, that one kind of hit me hard. For years, anytime you put in Panama Jackson, this here site showed up with all of the trimmings, fuckery, and shenanigans one could ever want. Now, its my MySpace page. Granted, Jackson G. Tickle Ent comes up on the first page.

Come come now. I’m still Panama Muhfuckin’. Interestingly, part of the reason I restarted blogging is because I realized that there is another Panama Jackson on the web peddling in porn. Bi-sexual porn.

So yeah, um…it ain’t me. I swear it. Stack of stacks kid. Three stacks.

“…if you say real talk I probably won’t trust ya….”

It’s true. Real talk.

Well, part of my lack of blogtasticness is that I have a few other side projects being worked on right now. One that’s about to hit your living room in a few days (weeks). It’s a site with another cool motherfucker that’s been in the works for a minute. We’re taking over the game bitches.

You. Don’t. Want. Drama.

Panama Jackson? Oh yeah, you want him.

Anyway, be on the lookout. Penny for your thoughts? Naw, fuck that…a million for my propositions.

Homonym does not mean that words rhyme. Word.Life. Just in case you didn’t know.

PJ signing off bitches.

Interesting times this country finds itself in right about now.

We’ve already reached the point where history is changed forever. Either a woman or a Black man is going to be the actually electable nominee to be the next President of the United States.

Glory day. Who’d a thunk it? Not I. I can honestly say I didn’t expect a Black man to ever really be put in this position in my lifetime. But I’ll be a monkey’s uncle if it ain’t the case.

So yeah, what to do?

I really don’t care much for politics at all, strange considering my actual day job. I’m knee deep in political shit on a day to day basis. That’s probably why I don’t care for politics now. I’ve been made into a total skeptic. Add to the fact that I’ve spent so much time studying radical and revolutionary organizations and my view of a government by the people, for the people, and of the people is that it’s utter bullshit.

Which is ALSO funny considering that despite my lack of trust and belief in the government…I work for the motherfuckers.

Thing is, these folks pay me every two weeks. On-time. Government money doesn’t come short, ya dig? Yeah, we’re heading for a recession but I’ll bet I’ve got some job security, Jack.

And Jill.

So Senator Barack Obama has a legit chance. Now being the skeptic that I am, I really couldn’t care less who ends up in the White House, Republican or Democrat. I know the process for which government runs and I realize that ideas are just that. Many an idea has died at the feet of Congress and the Executive Branch. However, I suppose you still have to try and believe…have the audacity of hope, if you will.

I suppose.

But see, I’m also a Black man. And being that there is a real chance that a Black man could become President I’ve stumbled upon a cause as to why I simply have to throw my weight behind Obama.

I cannot be responsible for Obama NOT getting elected. You see, if he doesn’t get the nomination, I can’t be one of the responsible people. I just can’t. Not when a Black man has a real chance. I can always vote for Hillary later. And truth be told, I don’t necessarily believe in either one of them any more than other. But I mean…

…as a Black man, how can I not support another Black man in his hour of most need? I realize that a lot of Black people are supporting Hillary Clinton’s bid. You vote with your head and decide which candidate best reflects your views. However, I’m pretty sure that some people out there, if they REALLY examined their views, would end up on the Republican side of things, but they aren’t going to vote for McCain. Voting for who inspires you is important and neither of the candidates really inspires me.

However…to hell with the issues. As long as they aren’t SO off-base with my own beliefs, the Black man is getting my vote everytime. Unless that Black man is Jesse or Al because my Blackness also can’t allow me to vote for them for shit.

We don’t know when we’ll get this opportunity again and yes I’m playing the race card. How can I not support a viable Black candidate who’s politics are similar enough to Hillary Clinton. I don’t see how any Black person can. I just cannot be the reason he didn’t get the opportunity. I couldn’t live myself given all the walking and talking I do about the Black community.

I know a lot of women are saying that Hillary’s woman-ness will focus more on women’s issues. But seriously, in our nation, outside of Roe v. Wade, which issues pertain strictly to women. Sure there are issues in the workplace about equal pay and treatment. But hell, that ALSO straddles racial lines. The majority of issues our nation faces are class issues, not ones of gender.

And lest we forget, Obama is married to a Black woman who will be in his ear. And since Hillary has trumpeted her time as Slick Willie’s wife as viable experience in the White House, then Michelle Obama will turn out to be just as qualified to advise on issues related to womenhood and bring those ideas to him. And ain’t no Black wife gonna just sit around idly and let her man NOT address certain things. Hell, Black women get mad when they think we aren’t handling a dinner bill with an error the appropriate way. You think she WOULDN’T get straight gully if he wasn’t doing what he said he was going to do?

But I digress.

Fact is I’m Black. And one of my Black comrades has the chance to do what hasn’t be done before.

And I can’t be a person standing in his way. I have to help his way.

So Obama…here’s looking at you, kid.

Ba-Rack The Vote, bitches.

happy hunting.