So in Eminem's comeback video, there's a scene featuring him in bed with a Sarah Palin clone, post-coital presumably - but here's the real cool part: he breaks wind.

How edgy.

How in your face.

Way to speak truth to power - even if it came out your ass.

Seriously, this is not bad for a white, balding rapper quickly approaching forty and desperately clinging to a shred of relevance - not unlike his white, balding fans already over forty desperately clinging to jobs in telemarketing. I mean, is it any wonder he's resorting to material reused and reheated from a year old episode of Bill Maher's Real Time - which wasn't even funny back then.

Speaking of, It's pretty amazing what passes for funny these days. Take Maher (please): he can joke about our troops raping foreign citizens -and no one cares. Meanwhile, within the bastion of revolution known asVanity Fair, Henry Rollins - the rube who fashions himself a rebel - tells Glenn Beck fans not to breed - employing a joke that's almost as intentionally not funny as his poetry unintentionally is. Seriously the real genius of Rollins is getting all those goateed IT employees and their frustrated girlfriends to buy his fifth grade verse. My apologies to the fifth graders.And the girlfriends.

Bottom line, there's nothing brave or interesting about Eminem nailing Palin. Fact is, he did that because it matches the mindset of the media and the music industry. It's as edgy as a potato. I mean, if he had balls instead of boobs, that would have been Michelle Obama, not Sarah Palin, in bed. But maybe Eminem doesn't like black women - and for that he should be ashamed, the racist bigot.

But perhaps Emma should have just avoided politics altogether, and had his mom under the covers instead. After all, he's been screwing her for years.