Thomas Jefferson, or "TJ", was the 4th president of the United States or some shit like that. He also ripped off some Enlightenment Ideas and voila here's the Declaration of Independence.

But lets get to the heat of the matter: he was one cool rich white dude who street kids owe much 'props' to.

He got most of his bling from whipping black folks around picking tobacco or cotton or whatever cash crop was raking in the dough and the bitches. God knows that the Gold Dome isn't paying for itself and that Lewis and Clark get mighty angry if they come back with 20 bear/Indian heads and don't get compensation.

After a long day of thinking, he would often retire to his bedroom, or if he was feeling particurily racy, would go visit one of his hoes living in the slave shanty town. After he had sex with one of his teenage slaves, he would go back to his study and design robots or maybe put on some stalkings and a wig and makeup.

Anyway, looking back upon one of the best super heros of the 19th century with many homo-erotic tendencies, many of us find it easy to criticize a man who wrote about how all men are created equal and then forced other people to work for him for free, then had sex with them, and had a few of their children out of wedlock whom then became slaves to their own father. But if it made sense to him, hey, why doesn't it make sense to us? And in a way, it does, because once you go black, you never go back.