I think readers of New Yorker magazine– pithy, enlightened, intellectual types – are supposed to look at this and get the joke. It's an inside joke. Something along the lines of, “we're so highbrow, we can make fun of people by making fun of how they make fun of Obama.” Such irony – or is it satire? I'm not sure, as I live in the Midwest.
This kind of ignorance bothers me to no end. These so-called intellectuals don’t seem to realize that their candidate doesn't think the same way they do. If he did, he would have been too bitter to accomplish so much in his short life. He is not a divisive man. He's just a man. He's not a panacea for their insecurities about saving the world. He's just a man running for president. If they think the world needs to be saved, they should go out and make it happen themselves.
In a somewhat related train of thought, I would like to mention that I used to like the short stories in the New Yorker. As a matter of fact, I have several rejection letters from their editorial staff. Evidently, these days, they are letting the editorial staff play with crayons.
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