Humor. Some people get it and some don’t. It depends on one’s sense of what’s funny. Some people think Benny Hill is funny. I’m not one of them. Some people hate Monty Python. I adore them.
Then there’s the upcoming cover of that quintessential liberal, hip, and arbiter of all things cultural, The New Yorker.
— The New Yorker (@NewYorker) September 27, 2019
Well…someone has a burr up their ass.
The imagery for the cover, which was done by Barry Blitt, specifically shows the president and former New York City mayor holding Uncle Sam over the railing of a bridge with Uncle Sam’s feet stuck in a block of cement so he’d drown.
“On Tuesday, Nancy Pelosi announced that the House of Representatives would be pursuing a formal impeachment inquiry against President Trump,” the New Yorkersaid of the image.
The outlet continued, “The news came after a whistle-blower’s complaint, which was released to the public on Thursday and alleges that Trump — with the help of Rudy Giuliani — has been using ‘the power of his office to solicit interference from a foreign country in the 2020 election.’ Barry Blitt, ever the first responder, takes on the drama in the cover for next week’s magazine.”
The magazine is dated Oct. 7.
“Drama,” is it?
Liberals are in full, insufferable gloat.
I confess I’m having a hard time grasping the metaphor here. Is Uncle Sam (the U.S.) somehow in danger? Is Ukraine going to invade us? Is the republic cracking up? Is Trump preparing to tear up the Constitution and declare martial law?
I’m sure the image satisfies the blood-lust of liberals, but beyond that, it’s meaningless.
But it’s funny, right?