When news emerged that the Ending Spending Action Fund Super PAC was planning a television advertisement accusing Barack Obama of thinking that he is a “black, metrosexual Abe Lincoln”, people across the country responded with the question: Is that the best ammunition that the Republicans have against President Obama?
Then, attention quickly turned to Joe Ricketts, the man who created the Ending Spending Action Fund. Ricketts is an extremely wealthy man, so full of cash that he once decided to buy Wrigley Field because he wanted a new toy.
Americans have been asking themselves: If Joe Ricketts is really for ending spending, why doesn’t he end his own spending on extravagant luxuries for himself, and share some more of his wealth with people in need?
Quickly, free association flew out of control, and Americans were starting to make radical comments about how, in a just society, one person wouldn’t be able to turn the discussion about a presidential election simply by proposing an absurd and racist advertising idea.
Weren’t the all just missing the real story, though? The core question remained: Does Barack Obama think of himself as a metrosexual Abraham Lincoln?
Then, late in the day, the photograph emerged… the one you see here. It clearly shows Barack Obama posing as a metrosexual Abraham Lincoln.
Suddenly, the debate shifted. People started demanding to know how many other people in the Obama White House think that they are metrosexual Abraham Lincolns. Does Michelle Obama secretly think that she is goth Eleanor Roosevelt, and if so, what are the policy implications?
But then, just after midnight, a journalist from the Chicago Sun Times discovered that this photograph is not what it first appears to be. It does not depict Barack Obama posing as a metrosexual Abraham Lincoln after all. It actually is right wing pundit Ann Coulter, posing as a black, metrosexual Abraham Lincoln.
Once that was discovered, conversation quieted down. After all, that’s just the sort of thing we would expect Ann Coulter to do. No surprise there, and nothing left to talk about. Sigh.