A small thing? Perhaps. Certainly nothing to Tea Party over.
But since it’s stuck in my craw, I want to address the Huckster-in-Chief at last weekend’s gala. The White House Correspondence Dinner is an annual opportunity for humorless politicians to poke fun at themselves. Sometimes, it’s funny. Sometimes, it’s torture. But now, thanks to Obama, it’s sometimes disturbing.
To wit: the Waggish One was half-way through his monologue, when he offered this gem:
“The Jonas Brothers are here. They’re out there somewhere. Sasha and Malia are huge fans. But, boys, don’t get any ideas. (Mild laughter.) I have two words for you—predator drone. (Forced laughter.) You will never see it coming. (Pause.) You think I’m joking.”
Funny? Not if you value life. One wonders how a president who is able to pronounce “corpsman,” an Eisenhower or Kennedy, would feel about slipping bombs into jokes. And what of Islam? Do those who threaten South Park employ a double-standard? Who do drones kill? You’d think someone from the Muslim Brotherhood would at least set their undies on fire.
Meanwhile, the sexual connotation is glaring. Sasha is 8. Malia is 11. The Jonas Brothers are 22, 20 and 17, respectively. At the risk of sounding prude, I would advise the president that, despite Planned Parenthood’s “just do it” posture, the Jonas Brothers aren’t pedophiles. The White House won’t be “punished with a baby.” Though America is punished when its leader is a joke.