Nashville’s free daily, The City Paper, weighed in on Le Jihad de Hussein bin Farrakhanvict this morning to provide some much needed irony to a brummagem brouhaha:

McCain and Alexander were correct for disavowing the use of Obama’s full name in these communications from party officials and supporters. They were quite obviously code words used in poor taste to inflame otherwise justified fears of the Muslim world in general from Americans.
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At the same time, “Hussein” is the actual middle name of the man who could very well be president of the U.S. There is no getting around that fact. At some point, the equally vexing fear mongers of political correctness in this country are going to have to concede that a president’s full name is often if not frequently used in our culture as a sign of respect.

After the election, should the Senator from Illinois become our next president, we as a country cannot go around for four to eight years pretending he does not have a middle name. The idea is laughable. During the election, operatives in the GOP and elsewhere need to follow the advice of leaders like McCain and Alexander and show some restraint and better judgment.

But there’s no irony there, McMurphy – whatever do you mean?

Further to “vexing fear mongers of political correctness” and “show(ing) some restraint and better judgment”, what you missed if you didn’t pick up the dead tree version of the City Paper was this hilarious politically incorrect insert for where to send your chirrens to Camp this summer:

Is that a mote in your eye or a tomahawk?

Nothing says showing restraint and good judgment like dressing up your cherubic li’l anglos in warpaint and makin’ raindance for Indian Summer.

Of course maybe collecting scalps, smoking the peacepipe, and playing blackjack ’til three in the morning isn’t your cup of firewater. Maybe Camp Slave Days is more the experience you want the kids to celebrate come Happy Juneteenth. No word if there’s a discount for booking during Black History month.

Let Salvation Be Your Vaccination:

Your God’s only as big as the snake that you handle when you laugh, learn, love and get bit by the word of the Lord at Camp Pentecostal.

Thanks City Paper. You’re the Centrum for my snicker-starved soul. Providing me my 100% recommended daily allowance for irony.

I needed that.

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