OK. Barack Obama is black. And his name is eerily sound-alikey to "Osama". And his wife - well, god help us all - she's a fucking black too. Like, black panther black. Like Malcom X, Minister Louis Farrakhan black...Blaaaaaaack.
Fuck.
When I first saw this New Yorker cover, I got it. It's a secret message for super-smart people (like me) aimed at not-so-smart-people (like my sister-in-law). It says, "Hey. Dumbasses. He's NOT a Muslim, you stupid fucks. He's an American Christian. Look at the fucking fist-bump, you useless pieces of troglodite shit. Look at it! Muslim terrorists don't fucking fist-bump. They high-five. Everybody knows that, you goddamn, pathetic morons."
And I was like, "Yeah...Dumbfuckers...". It's satirical. It's sarcastic, even. It's that smart kind of humor for which the New Yorker is known.
However, if the super-smart message the New Yorker was sending was aimed at people too stupid to understand it...Well, they missed their mark. And if they missed their mark - well then, where the fuck did it land? Ought-oh...
So now, all of those stupid people, who already thought Obama was an untrustworthy Muslim with an uppity terrorista for a wife, have this...this family portrait to further wrongly influence them.
Fuck.
Sometimes smart people can be so dumb...
1 comments:
I totally agree - it's fucking SATIRE. I thought the fist bump was hilarious. The New Yorker way over estimated us people -- they should know better than that. Duh!!
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