I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and it has been painted black
Maybe then I’ll fade away and not have to face the facts
It’s not easy facing up when your whole world is black

-M. Jagger/K. Richards

Jay Nordlinger, who recently pushed the transgressive envelope when he referred to the browns as “wetbacks“, laments the killjoys who are PC-lynching his God given 1st Amendment right to call a spade a spade when making with the funny, if you know what I mean and how could you not since he writes for National Review:

The thing about joking is that you can’t do it about Obama. You just can’t. The “culture” — the media, academia, etc. — won’t let you. He is off limits. A holy racial object — a holy racial left-wingobject. He won’t joke about himself, and others aren’t allowed to. Therefore, he is unjoked about. Unjokable about. Or something.

Romney will simply have to joke about himself. For example, to a heckler, he might say, “Be careful, or I’ll strap you to the roof of my car.” Exasperated by the smears of the Obama campaign, he might say, “It’s enough to drive a guy to drink.” Whatever.

Remember one of his lines during the 2008 Republican primaries? “I’m the only Mormon candidate, and also the only candidate who’s had one wife.”

But no matter what, he must not joke about Obama. Almost surely, it’s Backfire City, as the first Bush might say.

When I was in college, there was a trinity of literary goddesses: Maya Angelou, Alice Walker, and Toni Morrison. No criticism of them was possible. You could bash Shakespeare, Milton, and Yeats to kingdom come, but not the goddesses.

You say life is unfair? That America ought to get over its racial hang-ups? Yeah, well, everyone should have a pretty prom date and a strong throwing arm, but . . .

Come to think of it, Obama was cruelly shortchanged in the throwing-arm department. Am I allowed to say that? Ah, the joys of not running for office . . .

Obammer throwz like a gurlz!! Har har. Yes, that is so much better.

Obviously the frustrated Nordlinger has absorbed the life lesson dealt to his NRO locker-mate John Derbyshire and now is forced to work twice as hard for half the laughs, because the range of Obama jokes has thus far been limited to birther jokes (dusky Kenyan!) and “Obama ate dog” whistles (dusky Kenyan eating habits!) and after that they have bupkis. Like Peggy Noonan before him, Nordlinger has thrown up his hands and cried “unfair!” because everyone knows that Mitt Romney is deep down a VERY FUNNY GUY (Mitt? More like Shecky, amirite?) and the PC police are cockblocking him from using his best material.

Oh, for the days when you could accuse a candidate of fathering a “black child“.

Now that was some funny shit…