Obama, the New Yorker, and the death of Humor
The New Yorker this week coverage is extremely funny. If people do not get it, screw 'em. This is not a magazine working to protect the presidential candidates of the satire misinterpreted.
I know I am biased here, as a former New Yorker writer. I like the Atlantic, also, incidentally (I guess that is what people mean when they accuse me of "dual loyalty.") As someone who appreciates a good joke, as well as bad joke, it disturbs me that people react so dyspeptically coverage, and it is a shame Obama campaign could not have laughed it. In my limited experience, Obama is capable of humour, but it is not as funny as John McCain, the funniest person in the Senate, except for those times when Orrin Hatch is blue. Also, Dianne Feinstein, who do the most sales interpretations of "Aristorcrats" I've never heard. Obama population could have rolled with the pro-Obama sentiment behind the coverage, just as Obama himself could have laughed at Bernie Mac lame jokes last week. This was actually an episode more depressing than the New Yorker kerfluffle, if only because Bernie Mac was actually recruited by the Obama campaign to introduce the candidate. What did they expect would Bernie Mac? Read excerpts from the Magna Carta? The next time this happens - say, when Cedric The Entertainer is committed to introduce the latest thoughts on Obama earned income tax credit, and he talks about how bitches and hos, can take advantage of credit to offset the social security of their tax burden - Obama could come and say: "Ladies and gentlemen, Cedric The Entertainer." Somebody has to stand up comedy. |
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