Without Sarah Palin to Degrade, Salon Goes After Michelle Obama

Salon Magazine is the kid in that back of the room who is just not all there. The one who snickers when the Biology teacher talks about a little prick of the the finger to test blood type. The kid in Church who thinks the Lord's prayer says, "lead a snot into temptation" an then giggles uncontrollably, wondering why no one else got the joke.

That kid grows up to be an adult, but his humor is still hair-trigger prepubescent. He decided he is the coolest person in the room because he gets jokes that no one else does.

That kid goes on to write for Salon Magazine. And here is a news flash to that kid, "We all get the joke. We just don't think it's that funny."

Words like poopy and ass are still laugh out loud funny to the high minded, low brows at Salon.

And if sex is involved at all, well then it is a lead. And so the writers look for sex and bathroom humor in places where others see none.

Salon is the magazine that wrote a long piece on Sarah Palin's "doability," a conversation usually saved for late nights at the frat house. That article was complete with a picture of Sarah Palin dressed as a dominatrix. The customer was Moose. A drawing right out of the back of a High School copy book.

Sarah is gone, but the sexism lives at Salon.

In the Historic moment that was Barack Obama's election, most publications wrote about issues and ideals like Democracy, Race, Redemption, Hope and Healing.

Salon focused on Michelle Obama's Butt. They were sexist and racist in the same breath and missed the whole story.

As is the case with many who try this kind of humor, the joke is not in the article, the joke IS the article. Salon, we are not laughing with you, we are laughing AT you.

Here is a taste of the literary genius and the deep thinking at Salon:

"But what really thrills me, what really feels liberating in a very personal way, is the official new prominence of Michelle Obama. Barack’s better half not only has stature but is statuesque. She has corruscating intelligence, beauty, style and — drumroll, please — a butt. (Yes, you read that right: I’m going to talk about the first lady’s butt.)

What a bonus! From the ocean of nastiness and confusion that defined this campaign from the beginning, Michelle rose up like Venus on the waves, keeping her coif above water and cruising the coattails of history to present us with a brand-new beauty norm before we knew it was even happening.

Actually, it took me and a lot of other similarly configured black women by surprise. So anxious and indignant were we about Michelle getting attacked for saying anything about America that conservatives could turn into mud, we hardly looked south of her neck. I noted her business suits and the fact she hardly ever wore pants (unlike Hillary). As I gradually relaxed, as Michelle strode onto more stages and people started focusing on her clothes and presence instead of her patriotism, it dawned on me — good God, she has a butt! “Obama’s baby (mama) got back,” wrote one feminist blogger. “OMG, her butt is humongous!” went a typical comment on one African-American online forum, and while it isn’t humongous, per se, it is a solid, round, black, class-A boo-tay. Try as Michelle might to cover it with those Mamie Eisenhower skirts and sheath dresses meant to reassure mainstream voters, the butt would not be denied."

Michelle Obama looked magnificent. She will be our first African American First Lady. I am so sorry that she has to put up with a popular magazine writing a COVER ARTICLE that says her butt is humongous.

Great, like the 12 year old giggling in the back of the room, thanks for ruining the moment Salon.

Maybe if we all just ignore Salon, it will go away and its writers can move on to higher endeavors like MAD Magazine.