Michelle Malkin

 Snoop's got his own youth football league. On Saturday, the first youth league "Snooperbowl" is scheduled in Jacksonville, Fla. (The last time Snoop made news with youths was when he settled out of court with two teenage girls who claimed he broke a promise not to use a photo of them baring their breasts for his "Girls Gone Wild" porn flick.) He's even got his own 12-inch doll, "Snoopafly," which is "loved by everyone from the kids on the scene to the grandmas."

 Only in America could a cop-hating former crack dealer transmogrify into an intergenerational plastic party toy (complete with "Doggystyle" clothes). And only in America would a music reporter fawn over that lovable figure's lyrics threatening to kill police officers. From the Blender article by Rob Tannenbaum:

 "Where other rappers bark threats, he purrs warnings with a feline dispassion. '1-8-7 on an undercover cop,' he cooed on 'Deep Cover,' the Dr. Dre-produced song that began Snoop's career in 1992 -- though he sounded so stoned, the talk of murder seemed more like a hazy daydream."

 Only in America could a thug from the 'hood become such a phenomenal commercial success that he could demand, as the New York Post's Page Six reported, a concert contract rider guaranteeing "high-grade marijuana" along with a backstage Sony PlayStation and cases of Hennessy cognac and Moet champagne.

 If American bigotry is to blame for black entertainer Michael Jackson's trial, what explains black entertainer Snoop Dogg's triumph? What kind of country elevates mortal entertainers -- regardless of skin color (or lack thereof) -- into higher beings whose celebrity rests on sabotaging social norms?

 The lesson of Jacko and Snoop Dogg's America is not that this nation is too intolerant, but that it is not nearly intolerant enough.

Michelle Malkin

Michelle Malkin is the author of "Culture of Corruption: Obama and his Team of Tax Cheats, Crooks & Cronies" (Regnery 2010).

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