Recently, Jon Stewart found himself in the unenviable position of having people questioning whether or not he’s a racist. The truth is, he had nobody to blame but himself because, employing an accent unheard since the days of “Amos ‘n’ Andy,” he mocked Herman Cain.
I’m proud to say that I wasn’t one of those who questioned him. That’s because I believed the answer was self-evident. He’s a liberal, after all. Therefore, he promotes affirmative action, proving that, like the political party to which he pledges allegiance, he regards blacks as mentally inferior, incapable of competing academically with Caucasians and Asians. If that’s not racism, what is?
The better question is whether Jon Stewart (Jonathan Lebowitz in an earlier life) is a comedian. That, after all, is how people like himself, Joy Behar, Bill Maher and Michael Moore, always identify themselves when confronted by an intelligent conservative. How many times have we heard Stewart and friends insist, “I’m not some political pundit, I’m just a comedian”? By which they mean, they don’t have to tell the truth or stick to the facts. But in that case, isn’t it at least their responsibility to be funny?
All I ever get from Mr. Stewart and his stable of writers are lame insults directed at conservatives, followed by a great deal of bad mugging on his part. That invariably leads to gales of hysterical laughter from his juvenile audience, but all of us who grew up on sit coms have long grown accustomed to canned laughter.
Frankly, when I hear the nits cackling over some inanity uttered by Stewart, Behar or Maher, it helps me to understand how it is that people wind up electing the likes of Obama, Pelosi and Reid. Whoever it was who said that people get the leaders they deserve was right on the money.
When leftwing louts can divert legitimate criticism by insisting they’re comedians, I’m surprised it hasn’t occurred to people like Schumer, Boxer, Waxman, Durbin and Barney Frank, to fend off attacks by reminding us that they’re just a bunch of clowns.
Finally, I believe that most people, including liberals, are aware that the road to success more often than not consists of getting the appropriate education, avoiding drug use and being raised in a two-parent home. And while it’s true that some people manage to prosper in spite of being raised by a single parent, it’s not the optimum situation.
Predictably, in the majority of cases, people who wind up in the gutter or prison come from broken homes, are high school drop-outs and regard drugs as the permanent solution to temporary problems. The exceptions to the rule are those men who, no matter how ideal their upbringing, somehow wind up being the governor of Illinois or the president of the Teamsters. Over the past 50 years, there is hardly one of them who hasn’t wound up, like Rod Blagojevich, trading in his gray pinstripes for prison stripes.
I can’t help thinking that it would save us all a lot of time, trouble and expense, if these schmucks went directly from the swearing-in ceremony to signing-in at Joliet.