Yesterday, I started writing a new Republican rap song to satirize the party's recent tone-deaf attempts to reach African-Americans.
After six lines, I can't get myself to write any further.
The lyrics are so cheesy, condescending and misguided that I'm afraid someone might mistake them for my real feelings. But mostly, I'm certain that Rand Paul or one of his buddies will instantly render them obsolete with even more ham-handed racial awkwardness.
Either way, it hardly seems worth it.