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There are no jokes in Leftism: The New Yorker cover showing Obama in desert garb and the Missus rigged out as an urban terrorist isn’t eliciting many yucks in pro-Bambi quarters. Instead of taking it as a joke, a satire of the right wingnuts’ perception of the power couple, the Bambinoes are freaking out because they think the New Yorker has besmirched their hero’s reputation. Oh, sure, no one’s rioting in the streets or burning down embassies—because that’s not what ‘toon bashers do here in the West. But you just know that, given their druthers, they’d like to behead those who insult Bambi. No doubt the magazine will soon issue an abject apology and promise to print the kind of cover the outraged want to see—one showing Bambi as Jesus and Michelle done up as Jackie Kennedy, pearls, gloves, pillbox hat and all. And maybe one of the Bambi moppets can be riding a pony, à la Caroline’s Macaroni.
I like this “get a grip, people” comment following Jonathan Alter’s Newsweek piece about the furor.
It is true that now Obama claims to be a Christian. But is is also true that one-half of his family, which is all of his natural father's family, is Moslem and lives in Africa today. Literally half of Obama's family is African and Moslem. These are not relatives from a 300 year old slave ancester (sic). These are his brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, cousins, etc. His step-father is a Moslem and lives in Indonesia. While a child, Obama lived in Indonesia and attended a Wahabe (sic) Moslem school. His religion was stated as Moslem. These are not connections that can be cast aside with an, "Oh, that was then, this is now" attitude. When you place this in combination with his wife's comments about being proud of America for the first time when her husband (Obama) was running for president, his very close 20 year relationship with a black Christian preacher who clearly hates the USA and his association with an unrepentant Weatherman who publically stated the day before 9/11 stated he was sorry he hadn't set off more bombs, you have a picture of a man we all should be shocked hold the public post of dog catcher, much less United States Senator. The idea he is being seriously considered for the office of President is positively revolting.
Dog catcher: heh. Personally, I don’t really care about Bambi’s provenance. I think he’s unsuitable for the highest office because he’s dishonest, hasn’t got a clue, is further to the left than Jimminy Carter (Hamas-fancier; worst president ever), and because there’s got to be a better reason for voting for someone other than his attractive packaging, and because voting for him makes you, the voter, feel virtuous.
