Am I the only left-leaning individual on the planet who thought the New Yorker cover featuring Barack and Michelle Obama in full Black Panther-Islamic terror mode was actually funny? I know that liberals are a notoriously humorless bunch, but c’mon — this shit is hi-larious!
As the New York Times just noticed, it seems like everyone is having trouble making fun of Obama. Even Jon Stewart — whose aw-shucks satire is usually like catnip to progressive idealogues — fails to land the punchline when it comes to Barry. "You know, you’re allowed to laugh at him," Stewart exclaimed in a moment of exasperation when his Obama jokes fell flat.
Is it because there’s nothing to make fun of? Or maybe the fact that most of the on-air comedians are white, and feel uncomfortable treading the fine line between provocative ribbing and racial-tinged humor? Perhaps we really don’t know Obama well enough — unlike our other political leaders, he doesn’t do stupid stuff in public very often. Give him time.
But back to the New Yorker cover. I honestly think that this wouldn’t have been much of a big deal had the 24-hour news channels not beat it to death (as usual). I’m guessing the majority of the country has to go out of their way to encounter the New Yorker, as it’s not carried at Wal-Mart or prominently positioned in your grocery checkout line (probably also Wal-Mart). Even if Joe and Jane American somehow find themselves in a Borders or Barnes & Noble magazine section, they’re probably too busy trying to peel back the plastic on a copy of Penthouse or lusting over the Laura Bush spread in Ladies’ Home Journal to notice a liberal culture rag.
Our country has a grand tradition of letting editorial cartoons speak for themselves — it’s what separates us from those filthy, filthy Muslims (satire flag firmly planted). Sure, 29 percent of the country think Barry was raised by Islamic witches, but that doesn’t mean we can’t poke fun at the idea. Or else we might as well pour ourselves a tall glass of Brawndo and get back to ‘baitin.