The New Yorker's cover this week is the most controversial topic to hit the political scene since Reverend Jeremiah Wright. The cover has been met with universal scorn on the blogs, while both campaigns gave statements condemning it...
David Remnick, the magazine's editor, has defended his choice against an overwhelming public outcry, claiming this is satire. Here's why we disagree with his choice to run it:
1) Remnick claims satirical privilege, as if that will stop the scrutiny. In any case, this isn't satire-- at least not satire that anyone with any brain cells would attempt to pass off as such. Satire is a picture of McCain groping his mistress (or a lobbyist?) while his wife robs her charity's medicine cabinet-- as since that's a true depiction with a satirical bent, you wouldn't be feeding a lie.
2) Remnick wants an "attack" on the "lies and misconceptions" about the Senator, but where in this entire picture do you see any lies being attacked, rather than perpetuated, unchecked? (If anything it's America that's being attacked, clearly by the Obama Family.) Now, is it the editor's fault most morons will see this cover and think, "So he is one of them Muslim terrorists"? No, but it's still his fault, especially as a self-proclaimed satirist, for not even trying to make them see the truth.
3) Remnick calls his cover "Colbert in print." Yeah, but when comedians goof on Obama, it's actually funny, dude. Tell me where the jokes are-- if this had said Republican National Committee Newsletter at the top and not The New Yorker, it wouldn't have been any less hysterical.
Yes, yes, we know-- this would technically almost sort of qualify it as satire. But we're not arguing definitions-- we're arguing stupidity, necessity, purpose, effectiveness of said satire, and message. On all those levels, this cover fails. As political hackwork for John McCain, this succeeds tremendously.