And in this case, it’s not.
In reaction to President Obama’s Nobel Peace Prize, Ms. Bruce posted about her first thoughts on hearing that the President had been awarded the Nobel Prize for Peace. She wrote:
2) peeps at the Onion had managed to fool everyone, or
3) we had been thrown back to April 1st in a time machine, or
4) everyone on the Nobel Peace Prize Committee is on crack.
5) How can I get that crack?
Then, I found the answer–the new prize in the box of Cracker Jack is, that’s right, the Nobel Peace Prize! I have one now, too. In addition to the million or so dollars he’ll receive (perhaps he should he should donate that to the US Treasury) I bet he’ll get a Mood Ring with the prize. He can keep that for himself.
She followed that up with another entry, in which she posted a photo of her pet raccooon, Rocky, paw in a box of Cracker Jack, digging for his very own Nobel Peace Prize.
Really? A coon? Is this where we’re at now? Because this sort of stuff isn’t coded speech, it’s not a dog whistle or faux-irony … it’s flat-out, no-apologies, bottom-of-the-barrel, peckerwood racism.
Evidently this blogger sees racism where none exists. I wonder if he wrote about the racism of this image:
Or this one:
Oh wait, I forgot. Those were done before President Post-Racial was elected,so these images were obviously gently tongue-in-cheek, or sophisticated non-racist humor, or post-ironic, rather than the dreaded “R” word.
But post a photo of a raccoon digging through a box of Cracker Jack, and what do you get? Raaaaacism™!
Face it, D. Aristophanes. Sometimes a raccoon is just a raccoon.