Leftists said Obama was “too cool to ridicule.” Late night talk show hacks essentially made joking about Obama a criminal offense.
Alexandra Petri of The Harvard Crimson wrote of Obama:
Obama isn’t funny. There, I said it.
A fact that has been the elephant, or rather, donkey, in the room for the entire campaign has finally reared its ugly head. Comics across America have quietly despaired. From The Onion to campus-based ventures like On Harvard Time or Satire V, those who derive their livelihood from poking fun at power quail when they ponder the next four years. “You have to wait for all the dust to settle and look for patterns and things to joke about,” said the head writer of Late Night with Conan O’Brien, when asked about his plans for making fun of the President-Elect. Regardless of your political leanings, the prospect of spending four years trying to lampoon a President whose response to “Boxers or briefs?” is “I don’t answer those humiliating questions,” is not inviting. Making fun of Obama is a serious challenge. He doesn’t mispronounce his words; he shows no excessive interest in interns; he once gave his wife a fist-bump, but it wasn’t a big deal. He spends most of his time being dignified and looking competent, neither of which are immediately hilarious attributes.
It was quite some time before any Leftist pundit dare disrupt the narrative that Obama was “dignified.”
Remember when Obama called the 4th of May, Quattro de cinco, the 4th of 5? Or when he pronounced “corpsman” as “corpseman?”
Have you figured out how to “spend your way out of debt,” yet another of Obama’s brilliant ideas?
In Petri’s defense, at least she wrote that Obama only “looked competent,” because he certainly hasn’t performed competent.
Trump however was a very different story, when it came to ridicule and circumspection.
Here’s what Chris Cillizza of the Washington Post wrote of Trump in June 2015:
There’s a tendency when someone like Donald Trump announces that he is running for president to view — and analyze — him through the same lens that we do for the other men and women actively seeking the presidency. What’s his policy vision? Who’s in his political inner circle? What would a Trump presidency look like?
Asking any of these questions gives Trump a benefit of the doubt that he simply doesn’t deserve: That a path exists for him to be president.
It doesn’t. Not even close.
The jokes poured in. But then as the saying goes, “Things got real.”
As Politico portended of Trump pre-election,
Obamaworld laughed as it watched Donald Trump’s hostile takeover of the GOP. After eight years of Republican opposition, inconsistent policy demands and racialized hate against the first black president, President Barack Obama’s aides, past and present, thought Republicans had gotten what they deserved–and more, all but forfeiting the 2016 race to the woman they defeated eight years ago.
They’re not laughing anymore.
Going into Monday night’s debate, Obama’s team is feeling that same anxiety expressed by some top Hillary Clinton aides: maybe the country isn’t what they thought, maybe the resistance to Obamacare and gay marriage and the progress they’re so proud of is broader than the vocal fringe they’ve always dismissed. Maybe, the president’s aides – current and former – now concede, they’re going to have to live with the fact that Trump could end up in the Oval Office in part due to a backlash against Obama.
Laugh at Trump? You know the outcome.
The most devastating lost to Leftist, since their formation. Thus we have come full circle, and again it is ok to laugh at Trump.
Rob Crilly, a person described as a British journalist living in New York wrote at CNN,
There was a time in the 1980s when I took a decision to be miserable. Four million people were unemployed across Britain, miners and factory workers were being told they were a part of history, and a selfish form of right-wing politics embodied by Margaret Thatcher had taken hold of my country.To smile it seemed, to my 16-year-old self, was a form of complicity. To have fun was to collaborate with the enemy. To enjoy myself seemed to be to cash in on capitalism and to feed on the misfortune of those weaker than myself.Which is roughly where a swath of well-meaning America seems to be after Donald Trump’s election win.As a result, there are now a number of socially acceptable ways to respond to his shock elevation. Most seem to involve the first four stages of grief: denial, anger, bargaining and depression. I sense it will take some time yet for the fifth stage, “acceptance”, to become respectable in polite society.You have heard the stories by now, the tears on the subway and the post-it notes of angst left in public places.One thing is certain: This is no laughing matter, a sentiment my teenage activist soul would recognize.Trump, as commander of one of the world’s biggest nuclear arsenals, could destroy the world overnight or — by refusing to recognize the reality of climate change — he could do it at a slower pace.
Not funny.And yet my teenage self would tell you none of it does any good: Pouting is a good look for only a certain type of model. Dye your hair black and you run the risk of headaches on sunny days. None of it brought the Thatcher years to a sudden end.In the case of Trump, it is self-defeating too.Time and time again he has shown himself vulnerable to mockery. Humor is Kryptonite to his thin-skinned existence.