Like all magazines - 18th-century dinosaurs sorta surviving in the 21st - the New Yorker is in deep financial trouble. I haven't liked it or subscribed in the Remnick era. Even the cartoon judgement seems off. And now its anti-Muslim smear cover of Obama is hurting it more. Good.
No one would do such a cover of McCain, playing into the most damaging rumors, but imagine this: a jaunty young John, in his pilot uniform, sitting comfortably and chatting with his Vietnamese captors. Two gorgeous gals serve his every wish. He is smoking a cigar and drinking a martini. In th next room other POWs are beeing intensively interrogated. Ha ha, Republicans?
