Rafiki: Too Easy a Target.

Rafiki is from Ghana, West Africa. He was raised and schooled in England, where he learned to excel at the beautiful game. That is where our co-worker relationship originated. Nothing in common but the game of soccer, coupled with my curiosity about other cultures and his openess to tell of his.

When we work together, we clash in the area of background music. Since he is an African born limey, he is practically Jamaican, so reggae is a big part of his life. Fine, I can listen to, and sing along with Buju Banton, Jimmy Cliff, Bunny Wailer, and Bob all day long. He is also a big fan of American Hip-hop. I....am not.

Today, he had the aforementioned vile sounds coming from the radio, while he, Linus, and I were all working together. I couldn't resist dropping some new material on him, to the outright spasms of laughter by Linus.

Open with a P-Diddy reference:

Say, did you vote, or did you die?

Fuck you, man.

All I'm saying is that is a bit too narrow a path, I can think of several avenues in that scenario.

Fuck you, man.

Laughter from Linus.

And why do rappers side with Democrats so fervorously? You would think they would side with Republicans, what with the Republican support of, say, guns and materialism...

Fuck you, man.

More laughter from Linus.

And the Democratic ideology is right up a rapper's alley, right? When you see a rapper in a 2 mile per gallon Escalade wearing eight grand worth of bling-bling around his neck, you gotta think to yourself "Now there is a progressive thinker."

Fuck you, man.

Linus is trying not to piss himself at this point.

I can't take credit for the material, but I sure can take credit for the delivery and the reaction. Discontent, chaos, cheap laughter at a friend's expense. My work here is done...