I enjoy political satire. I watch the Daily Show, enjoy comedian Lewis Black, the late George Carlin, and many more. But satire is the exaggeration of what is true versus not the exaggeration of what is false. The Upper Eastside sense of satire failed miserably when the New Yorker magazine produced and released a disparaging cover of Senator Obama and his wife Michelle.

This poorly executed joke merely reinforced all the negatives and lies about the Democratic Candidate. The editor of the New Yorker has been ardently defending the cover and explaining the "joke" that no one gets on every politcal talk show that will have him, to no avail. He has been met with sharp criticism from both campaigns and many pundits, as having exhibited poor taste and not contributing to the efforts of both parties have enlightened debate during this election year.

I have read the articles in the magazine they are well written, informative and insightful but that is lost in the furor over the cover. The articles dispel the myths and lies and give a more accurate picture of who, this big earred silver tongued guy from Chicago is, and what he is about. BUT its substance  will not reach its audience because it is blanketed in a poorly choosen piece of poltical artwork. As a Southerner I am enjoying my finger wagging admonishments and smug smile with my Yankee friends. Try again New Yorker you blew this one big time.