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Donald Trump is the REAL first black president. In fact, Trump is far more black than Barack Obama.

Obama orchestrated street cred, Trump earned his.

Let’s face it, a guy who grows up in Hawaii with white grandparents isn’t really black; at least not by black Leftists’ definition. If Obama ran as a Republican, black Leftists would have called that Negro “Uncle Tom” more than Kentucky Fried Chicken claims, “Finger-licking good!”.

When Obama knew he needed to be more black, he dropped “Barry Soetoro” like a bad habit. Enter Barack Obama.

Next, he stopped messing with dudes, and got himself an ethnic black chick. A soul sista. With Michelle in tow, Barack was ready to go.

Game ON! Obama was ready to become black.

Obama started using vernacular around black folks. Likely learned how to play some “bones”. And he even played a bit of pick-up basketball.

Next, he found himself the blackest church he could find. A church that taught Black Liberation Theology. He embraced Rev. Wright, a black man who preach hatred of white America

He planted himself in a city with lots of black turmoil, and pretended to care about black people. There he befriend (on the DL) Louis Farrakhan.

Game over. Obama was officially black. But Trump is far blacker.

Sure, Trump grew up rich, but you wouldn’t know it. He was an ordinary guy; like the dude from the hood who never forgot where he was from. Trump was the billionaire, who seemed like the average Joe.

Further, Trump was seen about town and readily accessible. Trump represented what blacks wanted to be. A big baller.

Rappers put the man in their lyrics dozens of times. They often appeared in pictures with him, and he embraced them. Remember Trump had Lil Jon on Celebrity Apprentice.

Rappers needed Trump. But Obama needed rappers. Like when Obama saw his blackness slipping, he befriended Jay-Z and Beyonce. Obama needed the president and First Lady of Hip Hop to raise his street cred. You know that Negro was listening to The Carpenters in private and crying in Michelle’s chest like he just learned Barry Manilow didn’t write the song, “I write the songs”.

 


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