Sickness falls over the Diamond!

Sacre’Poutine! The Dread is settling in! Indeed, now with only three wins separating the Yanks from first place and teetering on the precipice of a sweet and delicious sweep of the infernal Sox, I face the malevolent evil that is Jon Miller and ESPN Sunday Night Baseball! Nom Dieu, that man hides Nothing of his contempt for America’s Champion and his dirty, oral love of the Sox of Boston! Nonetheless, and though I have sworn I would not watch the coverage of the battle of Armageddon if Miller was doing the play by play, I will endure tonight because this, my friends, is the turning point; the moment we can all look back to and say the high tide of evil has begun to recede!
It is worthy to note that, since Barry Goldwater took the stage and swore allegiance to Satan and all his works back in 1964, donning the mauve, bengaline cassock of modern conservatism, the Yankees have failed to win a World Series ring during a Republican Administration. You think that’s coincidence? Fatto putain! Now, with the dawn of Obama, the presumptive national leader, it will be that the real champs will return the Universe to order.
Another curious note: the maddening success of the Batman! Is the nation’s embrace of Ledger’s amoral, capricious force of nature somehow at odds with the fierce adoration of the Presumptive Democrat? Are we just hungry for charisma, never mind the message? Are we really that banal, or is it that somewhere, just below the skin of our modern psyche we understand that all is Lost and there is nothing that we can do about it?

Get it? Do you get it? I don't get it. Oh, wait, I think I get it.

Satire? In a word? Yes. In two words? Absolutely yes. Nom’d’fucking ‘Dieu! It’s the New Yorker! You put a truncheon in some of these people’s hands and we’ve got the SS up and running again, you liberal scoundrels! Thought police! You bastards! This was not the cover of the New Republic or the Drudge Report home page! As New Yorker founder Harold Ross put it to his investors, it [the magazine, you dolts!] was not edited for ‘the little old lady from Dubuque.’

And it would never have found its way into her clammy little hands, and those in the filthy sties of the impressionable Right, were it not for the lefto-Facists in the Holy One’s camp, screaming up and down the cathedral arcade about offense and bad taste. Were these same primrose goose-steppers in Code Orange over any of covers the NYr has done with Bush over the last eight years?

Sacre’Poutine! I am glad at least that Remnick has the perspicacity to defend the cover. “The cover takes a lot of distortions, lies, and misconceptions about the Obamas and puts a mirror up to them to show them for what they are…The idea that we would publish a cover saying these things literally, I think, is just not in the vocabulary of what we do and who we are... We've run many many satirical political covers. Ask the Bush administration how many.”

From Voltaire to Heller and beyond, the destruction, inversion, subversion of Sacred Cows is what’s separated us from the demagogues and the fundamentalists; it is what keeps us from those same reactionary impulses to stymie and suppress the freedoms of others. Remember when the Monkey One once said ‘There ought to be limits to Freedom’? I get the feeling, you know, that it is the same impulse that drives these NeoLibs to Shush and Knuckle Rap.

Why not take offense, not at the content of a Bernie Mac joke as he warmed a $2,300 a plate Obama crowd, but at the fact the joke was CLEARLY unoriginal and OLD? Let’s be real here.

And when will the O Campaign stop constantly stopping to explain itself?

No Joke, people, you cats have got to stop taking yourselves so seriously.