This morning, I listened to about 10 minutes of the Stephanie Miller Show on Air America as I ran out to get a coffee.
During the mind-numbingly inane banter (Miller’s show makes Fox & Friends sound like the Oxford Union Debating Society), Miller and her sidekicks started talking about a sign at one of the tea party protests that apparently said, “Don’t Tax Me, Bro.”
Okay. Not very funny. But Miller’s take?
“Isn’t ‘Bro’ pretty clearly a slang reference to African-Americans?”
Miller’s sidekick: “Yeah, it’s pretty thinly-veiled racism.”
Or, dumbasses, it could be a play on the “Don’t Taze Me, Bro” kid from last year’s presidential campaign and the catchphrase he spawned. He was white, by the way.
This exchange, incidentally, came less than five minutes after an astonishingly racist bit in which one of Miller’s sidekicks read a love letter to Condolleeza Rice in the voice of Kim Jong Il. The bit managed to cram just about every Asian stereotype you can think of–along with a few black ones–into two minutes of unfunny radio. But you had to listen carefully to pick them up because of the guy’s exaggerated mispronunciation of Ls and Rs.
It was honestly worse than anything I’ve ever heard on Imus. But I guess so long as you hold enlightened, progressive views on tax policy, and the targets of your humor happen to be black Republicans, you get to do all the racist comedy bits you want.
What’s amazing is the complete lack of awareness from Miller and her dopey sidekicks as the show transitioned from the overtly racist love letter bit to them wrongly and moronically ascribing a racist message to a completely innocuous tea party sign.
(Obligatory disclaimer: I hate right-wing talk radio, too.)