Michelle Obama Political Cartoons
So, the Obamas have finally gotten a dog — thanks to Ted Kennedy Kennels, Inc. TKK specializes in placing Portuguese waterdogs with VERY special families. We all know, of course, that the Obamas chose this particular dog because, breeders claim, the Portuguese waterdog won’t trigger asthma or other allergic reactions in children. Apparently, waterdogs don’t shed much — unlike, say, wienerdogs — so the White House living quarters won’t fill to the rafters with offensive pet dander.
Hmmm…no mention of second-hand smoke here and its relationship to childhood asthma. An unfair insinuation, you gasp? Hardly, I reply. I’m an asthmatic myself, due in part to having grown up in a house as smoky as Madison Square Garden during those televised boxing matches of yesteryear. (I was raised with wienerdogs — but their biggest offense was tinkling in corners or leaving occasional, aromatic “calling cards,” as my mom called them, near the radiators).
Still, I wish the Obama family all the best with their Portuguese waterdog. I hear this breed is a lovable handful, with the emphasis on “handful,” straight out of “Marley & Me.” Of course, the White House staffers and the Secret Service will perform most of the cleanup and exercise duties, regardless of any photo-ops to the contrary. And I’m sure publishers and film studios are already battling over the book and film rights to Bo’s life in the White House.
…I wish someone would pay ME to write about my favorite cat, Claudius. I can assure you that Claudius would have made a name for himself in the White House — and not in a negative way, like the Clintons’ cat, Socks.
However, one thing about the Obama/waterdog story gives me serious, uh, pause. I’m not yet convinced that the Obamas are really a “dog family,” or any kind of genuine pet owners. Perhaps Bo will grow on them, and turn them into true pet lovers? But the Obama family hoopla over their search for a suitable dog seemed a bit phony to me. Fulfilling a “campaign pledge” more than anything else. This is unlike the Bush family, which, for all their faults, are devoted to their dogs — and have been for generations. It’s something I admire about the Bushes. Not to mention FDR, who loved his dog, Fala, so much that they share a burial plot.
I just hope the Obamas don’t turn out to be like the Clintons, who have been among the sorriest pet owners to occupy the White House in my lifetime. As bad, or worse, than LBJ. Both Socks and Buddy got a raw deal, in my opinion. That Buddy met a tragic end, unleashed and run down on the street outside his Chappaqua home, was not exactly surprising. But, then, in the Clinton White House, there was really only room for ONE top dog!
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Every time I draw a caricature of Barack Obama that doesn’t portray him in a heroic, even saintly light, readers complain! Well, you can hold your fire this time — unless you are on the Right, of course. I’ve given Barack Obama everything but a halo today. Following the president’s trip to the G-20 summit, the world is truly in The Great One’s hands — or at least gripped tight by one hand like a basketball.
No, my complaint this time isn’t with Barack Obama, and it certainly isn’t with the First Lady, whose public appearances before schoolchildren and in hospital wards in Britain and elsewhere was moving. It’s the darn Royal Family that irks me. SO WHAT if Michelle put her arm around the Queen at Buckingham Palace! WHAT — was Her Royal Higness afraid Ms. Obama might snatch Her Precious Purse?
…Oh, a violation of Royal Protocol, you say?
Well, if I’m not mistaken, we put an end to all that rot when the British surrendered at Yorktown! Technically, we owe nothing more to the Royal Family today than a, “Yo, Queen,” or “How ya doin’, Chuck?”
…Now that’s not to say Americans shouldn’t be respectful of other cultures, especially as our own is so superficial and crass. It is right to remove one’s shoes before entering an Arab’s home because that’s how it’s been done for centuries. It’s also a lot more sanitary than here in America, where we clod-hop through each other’s homes, or through houses of worship, our shoes encrusted with mud, grass clippings, dog feces, goose droppings, gum wrappers, motor oil and antifreeze. And we should bow ourselves silly in Japan, because that’s how the Japanese have done it since time immemorial. And, not to forget, when the Dalai Lama offers you some tea flavored with rancid yak butter, you must graciously accept, gulp it down heartily, smack your lips and reply — “ahhhhhhh, that hit the spot, your Holiness!”
But the Queen of England? Let alone, Prince Charles? Give me a break! Be polite, of course. Don’t shout. Don’t assume they care about the Jonas Brothers. Don’t point at Charles and laugh. And try not to fart — or at least wait ’til the Queen breaks the royal wind first. But be American, in the best sense. Let the Royal Family know, however gently and respectfully, that we need not observe each and every rule of Royal protocol. Rather, let it be understood, quietly (even silently), that for our First Lady to gently slip her arm around the Queen’s waist is both RESPECTFUL, and respectfully affectionate — in an American way. A tribute to the most enduring alliance and friendship between two nations on Earth…since we bested the Brits during the War of 1812.
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