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"I can do a rap about you," he said. I nodded for him to continue.

"I'm so lucky I met this stupid white boy."

"Hold on. Stupid?"

"Stupid in the ghetto is good. You didn't know that? It means dope. I thought even white boys knew that. Don't you got no Eminem records? Where you from anyway?"

"No," I said. "I'm from New Hampshire. No cow jokes. Keep going."

"I'm so lucky I met this stupid white boy/He ain't just grampa's toy/when girls see him they holla 'Oh boy!'/he gave me money when I got no job/now I can ride the subway today/ which is dope cause my legs is tired."

I figured that was enough, so I waved him off and gave him his five bucks.

"Thanks man, this is so great," he said. "I knew a Democrat would set me up."

"I'm not a Democrat," I said.

"You are to me," he said, as he headed for the subway.

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Hillary Clinton, Conservatism