The poster is art. It’s kitschy art, maybe folksy art, reminds me of the paintings I used to see in art shows in Jamaica, local artists who were not generally selling to the tourists—I have a few in my own collection.
The only way one could be offended by this poster is if one were looking to be offended, which is course is what is happening here. It is the basic emotional-abuse relationship, where no matter what one does, it is never non-racist enough, non-sexist enough, LGBT-supportive enough, whatever-the-liberal-thing-du-jour-is enough. There is only one way to handle such a “marriage” between liberals and the rest of us, and that is with a writ of divorce, because the abuse-of-the-non-liberal-supposed-racistsexisthomophobicwhatevertheliberalsdecideiswrong rest of us needs to stop. NOW, and forever.
White folks think it is art.
(It may not be Art and his little girl friend, it may be Obama and Moos-hell.)
I looked at it. Rassiss.
/s/s/s/s/s/s/s/s/s/s/s/s/s/s/s/s/s/s/s/s/s
Better make that an odd number of /s, else they cancel out.