While posing as a friend, you pushed Barack and Michelle together back into the pit of propaganda out of which they climbed.
Well, the New Yorker finally bit off a bit more than it could chew. Or did it?
Satire is the label pinned on the front cover of the July 21 edition of the infamous left-leaning magazine that caters to the ultra left elitist crowd. That satire has created a furor across the country … and likely a ton of cash for The New Yorker magazine.
Hmmm … satire, huh? This is what happens when folks hide their hostility behind a facade of humor. It’s called satire. And those who are targeted by it are expected to accept it quietly or find themselves targeted by further lampooning coupled with a huge dose of harsh criticism.
It’s all fair game, we are told. Barack Obama is a presidential candidate. He has been the target of vicious rumors associating him with “terrorists” — since his name and his background provide fodder for paving the path to “radical Islam” for those completely ignorant of who this man really is.
Obama has also been criticized for being un-American, thus the flag burning in the fireplace. He has been jabbed for his fist-bump with his wife, Michelle. And the list goes on. The cartoonist did well in presenting those images in this now-infamous lampoon on the upcoming cover of The New Yorker.
The editors blamed it all on the elephant in the room. You know, those Republicans. And much worse, those conservative Republicans. Those are the ones who have such disdain for Obama that all of those hostile images depicted in the cover of a liberal-leaning magazine were conjured again to poke fun at them.
“Is this the woman you want as First Lady?” That’s the question you may as well have put as a caption under her caricature on your cover.
The reality is that this malicious attempt to create controversy to sell magazines wasn’t the brainchild of conservatives. No, this was the hostility of the left, which loves to pretend it is such a friend to progressive politics, while simultaneously producing the jolt that may actually be intended to shake America out of its love affair with the Obamas.
Those who love Obama, of course, are primarily Democrats. Yep, The New Yorker really showed its political ass on this cover. And given its readership, who exactly do the folks at The New Yorker think they are fooling with the plausible deniability hidden in the word “satire?”
The satire ceased when Michelle was depicted as a presumed “militant” Angela Davis, complete with ammo and a military assault rifle. Michelle doesn’t wear an afro, Mr. and Mrs. New Yorker. And every one of your high-intellect, elitist left-wing readers understand the fear-mongering intended by portraying her with an afro, ammo, camouflage and boots.
Yep, we know that white America (many, but not all, conservatives and liberals alike) have long-held fears of blacks getting “out of control.” White America has had eugenics experiments, legal controls, executive policies, behind-doors unwritten codes and even illegal and unethical medical experiments … all with the idea that blacks must be held in check.
An angry black man is America’s worst nightmare. Well, white America’s anyway.
But if Barack can’t be protrayed as an angry black man (“He speaks so well, so eloquently and so smoothly … and he’s so charming”) then it’s time to pull out the Ace of Spades. Make Michelle the angry “B—-.”
Oh no!
Hearken back to the 60s and 70s. Images of righteous indignation embodied in the persona of an angry Angela Davis. Fear spreads across America as the Civil Rights Movement has taken root and grown. Now, today, in 21st-century America, that seed has blossomed into an opportunity for a black woman to become First Lady. Oh shockers!
Thanks for exposing the disdain for the Obamas that exists up there in your ivory offices. Now, we can clearly see the display of your progressive asses through the window of your high-brow hypocrisy.
While so-called progressives were trying to figure out a way to elevate Hillary over Barack, and dreaming of a First Man, they never considered the notion of a black woman running the White House. Say it isn’t so!
Well, thanks to The New Yorker, elitist white liberals have been unceremoniously reminded that unchecked runaway support for Barack will also result in Michelle changing the drapes and furniture, not to mention hosting some terrific parties at the White House.
That New Yorker cover doesn’t scare Republicans. And it doesn’t much achieve the supposed goal of satire, as much as the editors would like me to believe that excuse. However, it did smack a homerun in the field of producing fear in the minds of many so-called liberals and progressives in the Democratic Party. Those disappointed donkeys who recently proclaimed they would rather commit political suicide (even vote for McCain) than to see Barack and Michelle moving into the really BIG house.
We can’t have such an image in our WHITE house! An angry, militant afro-wearing black woman with her hand on her hip, neck gyrating and handing out pound to visitors in the foyer will never do.
Mr. and Mrs. New Yorker, I know you want to call our attention to the elephant in the room. Unfortunately, I can’t see anything except your own despicable ass that you spread across the cover. This Obama-nation was your concocted idea — your creative chaos. And it wasn’t meant to lampoon, but rather lambaste. You should be ashamed of yourselves up there in your high and mighty white tower, looking down your noses at the unwashed masses — of which many will likely swallow the swill you’ve swirled.
Well, count me as one who sees through your transparent attempt to revive the numerous attempts to derail Obama’s presidential aspirations. Sure, you can blame those initial attacks on Obama’s political enemies. But your sinister genius is exposed. While posing as a friend, you pushed Barack and Michelle together back into the pit of propaganda out of which they climbed.
And to add insult to injury, along with mustering malicious and menacing mania, you did something else the right-wingers did not do — you targeted Michelle in an effort to cast aspersions upon her image as First Lady.
“Is this the woman you want as First Lady?” That’s the question you may as well have put as a caption under her caricature on your cover.
Thanks for exposing the disdain for the Obamas that exists up there in your ivory offices. Now, we can clearly see the display of your progressive asses through the window of your high-brow hypocrisy.
