Puffin’s Place

Well, I may as well join the blogfrey about the current New Yorker cover…why else would they do such an unfunny, stoopid cover save to have people talk.

Driving today I listened to past and present cartoonists, some for the New Yorker, pose and pontificate and preen themselves because they “get it.” Good for them. Most of the people who do not need to be convinced that the Obamas are regular folks who are not Muslim and do not burn the flag and so on and so forth ad tedientus will get it.

And most of the people who do not want a Black president, dislike Michelle Obama because she is graceful and bright, still harbor demented hatreds of Angela Davis, and suspect Barack Obama of being a Panther when he is not on a rug facing Mecca will not get it. They will get reinforcement for their dim-witted racism and anti-intellectualism.

And so what has been advanced one way or the other? Readers of this snotty magazine can clap themselves on the back and feel superior to the numbskills outside a couple of beltways. They are, apparently, so sophisticated that it takes an unfunny bit of racism to tickle their funnybone.

No doubt the NY offices will have a series of belly laughs as the great unwashed cancel subscriptions. Hmmm, how clever I was to cancel my subscription several months ago.

Personally, I am as sick of slick sophisticates as of racists and morons. In fact, the two camps have something in common—both find themselves superior to everyone else.

And to the Obamas, my apologies. You deserve so much better.