So the other day we were watching a show on Nick, Jr., called The Wonder Pets. It’s actually a pretty cute show, done in operetta style, where animals go rescue other animals. I like it, and it’s a pretty creative show. Part way through the show there’s a break and this cartoon starts playing. I wish I could show it to you, but unfortunatetly, Nick, Jr. is owned by Vicaom and they are pretty strict about letting their stuff show up on YouTube.
Anyway, the cartoon starts with this: “Nickelodeon is proud to salute President Barack Obama.” And a cute, almost cut-out caricature of our 44th President shows up on screen. I’m okay at first, and then the narration begins:
Barack Obama is the first African-American to be President. That is what’s called a historic event.
Leading a country is no easy task. So what does he do to relax you may ask?
He loves shrimp linguini and the chili he cooks. He also plays Scrabble; collects comic books.
He likes classical and hip-hop and jazz music too. He always goes shopping for the same type of shoe.
He reads lots of books and writes wonderful speeches. He goes on vacation and takes walks on beaches.
He loves basketball; it’s his favorite sport. In the White House backyard he’ll have his own court.
He reads bedtime stories to his daughters at night. The President in pajamas? What a sight!
Now you know the President better than before. Which leaves just one thing, when he sleeps does he snore?
By the time it was done, I had to push my jaw closed. It had dropped open in sheer amazement. Here, in the middle of programming for children the age of my three year old, was a huge propaganda piece about how awesome our new president is. Which would have been fine with me if they had done the same thing for the previous president. But they didn’t. My two oldest kids were Nick, Jr. watchers when Bush was re-elected in 2004. But there was no cartoon celebrating all the cute and wonderful things about this president. And this is probably what made my blood boil.
I mean, seriously. It’s bad enough that there are schools already named after Obama, in spite of the fact that all he has accomplished in the first month of his presidency is to drive the stock market to its lowest levels in 12 years and to put my grandchildren into debt, enact sweeping changes to our government to drive us ever closer to socialism. It’s bad enough that one can’t turn on the news without hearing about how wonderful he is and about his next wonderful plan to save America. It’s bad enough that the children’s book aisles have picture books, board books, junior novels all about his historic life. Now we have cartoons celebrating him? Something is wrong with this picture.
Allow me to add a few corrections to Nickelodeon’s great poetry about President Obama:
Barack Obama is the first African-American to be President. That is what’s called a historic event.
Technically, he is half African-American. His white mother and grandparents keep him from being entirely black. But I’ll concede his election is a historic event. I know this is so because I’ve been hearing about how historic it is every single day since last November.
Leading a country is no easy task. So what does he do to relax you may ask?
Yes, leading a country is hard. It’s really hard when you’ve never had a real job and your only qualification for the job was the fact that you campaigned for the job.

He loves shrimp linguini and the chili he cooks. He also plays Scrabble; collects comic books.
We also know he loves arugala and $100/lb imported steaks from Japan. My tax dollars pay for his expensive meals at the White House. I get the new $3 meals at McDonald’s.
He likes classical and hip-hop and jazz music too. He always goes shopping for the same type of shoe.
I don’t really care about his shoes. But I know he likes a lot of great music, because he has big parties every Wednesday night at the White House. Earth, Wind, & Fire, Stevie Wonder, and others have all partied at the White House. And they eat those $100/lb imported steaks from Japan. One of their favorite songs to have performed is a new version of “Brother, Can You Spare a Dime?” It’s now called, “Brother, Can You Pay My Mortgage?”
He reads lots of books and writes wonderful speeches. He goes on vacation and takes walks on beaches.
One of his favorite writers is named Alinksy. He wrote a book called “Rules for Radicals,” which seems to be the playbook by which Obama ran his campaign and is now running his administration. As to whether or not Obama writes wonderful speeches, that is highly doubtful. He has speechwriters. And he only gives wonderful speeches if he has a teleprompter. We know he likes vacations because he took one right after he got elected, when he flew Air Force One back to Chicago for the weekend. And I saw all those pictures of him surfing in Hawaii when he was campaigning last summer.
He loves basketball; it’s his favorite sport. In the White House backyard he’ll have his own court.
Yes, the President has got game. And the White House already has a court.
He reads bedtime stories to his daughters at night. The President in pajamas? What a sight!
Oh, man, he is so much better than me. I only work 4 jobs to keep my family afloat and am sometimes able to read stories to my children before bed. He runs the free world and still can be there for his little girls. He truly is the One.
Now you know the President better than before. Which leaves just one thing, when he sleeps does he snore?
From the look his wife normally wears, I’m guessing Obama has to ask permission to sleep in the bedroom even if he doesn’t snore.
I’ve written to Vicaom to complain. It won’t do much good, but I was able to express my concern.
Duane wrote the company that showed the dumb thing, but he knows in his heart they’ll just think he’s right wing.
The indoctrination of kids is just too darn much–next they’ll be serving “Obamwiches” for lunch.
Between all the praise and high accolades, you’d think that Wall Street would give him much higher grades.
The praises go on, in spite of what’s right, and to all of the spending there’s no end in sight.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to go read to my children. And me in pajamas, well, that’s more than a sight…