Why do some white Republicans like rap music? Because they can? That’s cool. It’s a free country, I know. They can also get naked and ride a komodo dragon to school, but that wouldn’t make much sense either.Some things are hard to infallibly prove to the extent that there are almost always exceptions. President Obama is one — the mocha-skinned messiah who rode the American dream to the Oval Office, proving what the modern minority may achieve.  Eminem is another — the white rapper who graduated from Detroit’s darkest corners to the big stage, where he walked free to accept his nine Grammy Awards.But these are only exceptions, in whose footsteps some still follow reverently. The rest of us white guys are different. Some of us are ex-athletes who spend NFL Sundays screaming vicariously for our favorite black running back to go “HERE” instead of “THERE” as our own high school trophies earn another year of dust. Some of us aren’t into politics at all, but come Election ’08, we slapped on the red or blue paint and went to war for the ideals hardwired into us by our parents, developed from our own experiences, or both.But what does rap music have anything to do with the above?Popular rap music, despite some beautiful and cerebral exceptions, promotes values which directly conflict the ones Republican students just got done voting for and are still fighting for. The following is a snapshot of something that actually happened and will happen evermore:It’s 1:45 a.m. on a Saturday. Everyone’s drunk at the bar and loving life. It’s the last song, and New Orleans’ own Lil’ Wayne is singing it. Take it away, Wayne:”Young Wayne on them hoes, A.K.A. Mr. Make it Rain on them hoes.”When Wayne talks of making it rain, he means to literally throw around money. You know, in the financially responsible manner the guy next to me argues for when he’s sober.The bartender, employing a more literal interpretation, sprays water into the air to play along, and the crowd members go wild during the baptism.One girl who Facebook calls a proud conservative, shakes her butt in nonverbal agreement: “Yes, Wayne. I am a hoe!”She will upload pictures from this moment for the world to see in a few hours, but the hypocritical signifiers are long gone, washed away in the redeeming inebriation of night.And the guy? He doesn’t want a public health care option, but he does pop in a copy of rapper Ludacris’ album “Chicken-n-Beer,” as he drives to Pluckers Wing Bar for late-night helpings of both. The above scenario is an exaggeration only to the extent Louisiana is not a Republican state, or LSU is a campus that hates to party. The scenario is unlikely to the extent the lyrics in question are the only ones in rap promoting materialism and misogyny. With every gyration of your hips, you perpetuate not just the rhythm, but the message behind it. That’s cool. I do too, sometimes. Just don’t act like you can’t understand why someone would act that way outside the guiltless weekends.I’m not saying liberalism is lecherous, there is no merit in rap, all Republicans like rap or you’re wrong if you do. I wouldn’t have this observation if I voted for either candidate last election.It just doesn’t make sense for some to be so politically charged when their social preferences suggest far more neutral sensibilities. The point is, you’re not as diametrically opposed as you view yourselves. I think at times — at least with kids my age — both sides share a mutual admiration, if only they’d swallow their pride to admit it.All the time.Jack Johnson is a 23-year-old mass communication junior from Fort Worth, Texas. Follow him on Twitter @TDR_jjohnson.—-Contact Jack Johnson at [email protected]