We know that both of them are fake and yet we cannot seem to get enough of them.

It’s like being back in grammar school, at the gymnasium, being forced to dance with the polio girl with crutches.

Why is no-one laughing?

“Q.What’s the difference between Obama and Dumbo?A. Dumbo hasn’t flip flopped on FISA reform.”

Here it is totally transparent. You are completely correct, another dickwad.

The problem is one of definition. One has to know the person one is goofing on. There have to be a few handles you can grab onto. Obama’s identity hasn’t gelled because he’s an aspirational figure and a bit of a Rorschach test: you see a reflection of your own wishes. This is a problem as much (more actually) for opponents than supporters. It leaves one in the position of writing a joke not about the man but about what people imagine the man to be. The GOP is having the same problem in their attacks on Obama which all manage to be insulting to Obama supporters but never quite lay a glove on Obama.

Bush is incoherent, Gore was stiff, Dukakis was a soulless dweeb, Kerry was a drone, McCain is old. If the knock on Obama is that he’s too pretty, too popular and too good a speaker you guys are in for a long election season.

http://assistantvillageidiot.blogspot.com/2008/07/humorlessness-ii.html

Barack Obama and a kangaroo walk into a bar and order arugula salads. The bartender says “We don’t serve arugula salads here.” Obama says “I can’t believe what I’m hearing! Did the civil rights movement mean nothing? It’s 2008, and a person of mixed race can’t be served in a bar open to the public? That’s racist, and the destructive politics of the past.”

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Barack Obama and a kangaroo walk into a bar and order arugula salads. “That’ll be $20 each,” says the bartender. Barack pats his pockets and the kangaroo pays. After a bit, the bartender says “You know, we don’t get many of your kind here.” Obama pulls a hand mic out of his pocket and goes off on a 10-minute rant about hope and change we can believe in. The kangaroo looks at him a long time and then says to the bartender “At these prices, you won’t be getting many more, either.”

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Barack Obama and a kangaroo walk into a bar and order arugula salads. The bartender says, “Hey, isn’t he from a foreign country?” Obama slams down his fist and says “You’re just showing your prejudices. That kangaroo was born in an American zoo, is completely native to this country, and his patriotism shouldn’t be questioned. And even if he was an immigrant, he would still have rights, because this is America.” The bartender says “I was talking to the kangaroo.”

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Barack Obama and a kangaroo are crossing the street to go into a bar to order arugula salads. Barack throws the kangaroo under a bus.

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Barack Obama walks into a French café with his daughter. The waiter says “Bonjour Monsieur et Mademoiselle.” Obama says, I’m sorry; I am embarrassed to be an American. My daughter and I don’t speak any French.” The waiter shrugs and says “That’s okay, I speak good English.”

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Barack Obama and a group of lemmings walk into a bar to order an arugula salad. The bartender says “What are those things, rats?” Obama says “Those are my friends. I love them like my own family. I have more small donors than anyone else.” The bartender says “Okay, they can stay, but I can’t see why you’d want to spend your time with rats.” The lemmings, eyes shining, watch Obama eat his salad. He goes back to the bartender “You know, you’re right, they are a lot like rats. They’ve been around for years and I never noticed before. I’ve decided I can’t stand them.” The lemmings all nod and follow him out of the bar.

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Barack Obama walks into a Dutch café with his daughter. The waiter says “Welkom Mijnheer en Meisje.” Obama says, “I’m sorry, I am embarrassed to be an American. My daughter and I don’t speak any Dutch.” The waiter shrugs and says “That’s okay, I speak good English.”

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Barack Obama walks into a bar with a parrot on his shoulder. The bartender says “That’s a real nice one. Does he say anything?” Obama says “Change will not come if we wait for some other person or some other time. We are the ones we’ve been waiting for. We are the change that we seek.” The bartender says to the parrot “That’s pretty good! Did it take long to teach him that?”

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Barack Obama walks into a bar with a parrot on his shoulder. The bartender says “That’s a real nice one. Where’d you get him?” The parrot says “Chicago.”

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Barack Obama is about to walk into a bar when he sees an accident in the street. He pulls out his cell phone and dials 911. The dispatcher asks “What happened?” Obama says “I’m not sure, but it looks like a whole lot of lemmings threw themselves under a bus one at a time.”

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Barack Obama walks into a Moldovan café with his daughter. The waiter says “Buna Dimineata, Domnule si Domnisoara.” Obama says, “I’m sorry, I am embarrassed to be an American. My daughter and I don’t speak any Moldovan.” The waiter shrugs and says “That’s okay, I speak good English.”

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Barack Obama walks into a bar with his daughters to order arugula salads. “I’m sorry,” says the bartender “but I can’t serve them here.” Barack goes ballistic “I can’t believe what I’m hearing! Did the civil rights movement mean nothing? It’s 2008, and a person of mixed race can’t be served in a bar open to the public? That’s racist, and the destructive politics of the past.” The bartender says “No no no! It’s not that. I can’t serve them because they’re underage.” Bill Clinton turns pale and quickly leaves the bar.

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Barack Obama walks into an English pub with his daughter. The waiter says “Good afternoon, would you like arugula salads?” Obama says, I’m sorry, I am embarrassed to be an American. My daughter and I don’t speak any English.” The waiter nods “That’s what we’ve been telling you Yanks for years.”

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Barack Obama runs into a panhandler on the street. “Barry! My man Barry!” says the panhandler. “You were my best friend at Occi! I remember you used to get the most righteous weed. Have you got any now?” Obama looks at him narrowly. “That was in the past and it’s racist of you to bring it up now.” The panhandler looks puzzled. “Sorry Barry. I didn’t know. I didn’t mean to get you mad. Have you got any spare change?” Obama looks even more narrowly at him. “Focusing your life solely on making a buck shows a certain poverty of ambition. It asks too little of yourself. Because it’s only when you hitch your wagon to something larger than yourself that you realize your true potential.” The panhandler looks at him funny. “So – no change?”

Obama is so pretty that the new symbol of the Democrat Party will be a unicorn.

Obama is so pretty that Bill Clinton wants to intern for him.

Obama is so pretty that the White House Rose Garden will need to triple in size.

Obama is so pretty that his anti-matter version is James Carville.

Obama is so pretty that his supporters think that he’s smart.

Obama is so pretty that he won’t ride in Ted Kennedy’s car.

Obama is so pretty that he would be a 10 if his Daddy owned a liquor store.

Obama is so pretty that he would even look good in a Hillary pantsuit.

Obama is so pretty that when he goes to Iraq he has to wear a Burka.

Obama is so pretty that he gives Edwin Edwards makeup tips.

Obama is so pretty that his mirror on the wall was struck speechless.

Obama is so pretty that he can wear white after labor day.

Obama is so pretty that he should play the part of Maria in West Side Story.

Obama is so pretty that Michelle carried him over the threshhold.

Obama is so pretty that the Navy won’t name a submarine after him.

Obama is so pretty that he knows Victoria’s Secret.

Obama is so pretty that he won’t give Hillary Clinton his phone number.

http://www.latimes.com/news/opinion/commentary/la-oe-stein18-2008jul18,0,3819643.column

I have reluctantly come to the conclusion that Obama is not be the kind of person to be easily mocked. A commenter on Joel Stein’s blog got closest to it:

” Comics have gotten soft after eight years of Bush and before that eight years of Clinton, both of whom are self-satirizing. They don’t know how to deal with a semi-normal person like Obama.”

I would only add that the same can be said of John McCain. However, this entire notion is nonsense. Truly, if the nation needs to have jokes told about our leaders more than it needs transparency about their actions, its a sorry day in America.