The New Yorker Magazine did what some in the publishing industry thought would “never happen” - it laid off dead weight in late 2023. But as long as the mag remains in circulation and Donald Trump is breathing, its remaining staff will have a visceral, obsessive hatred for the man. An article (and usually a cover) about Trump is as natural as breathing in New York. At The New Yorker, it’s an art form. Artform - like a Hunter Biden painting or "Velvet Elvis." Since the birth of yellow journalism, frothing at the mouth of some imagined dragons sells, and at The New York publications, hating Trump seems to float all financial boats.
Ok – sure, Trump-hating articles and concomitant Trump-hating covers are pretty standard in New York. Hating Trump sells. At pitch meetings where the room is out of ideas, someone will raise a hand and say:
“What about a why I hate Trump article? We haven’t done one since yesterday”.
The editor would agree, and greenlight another "Trump is evil" article. Barry Blitt is on speed dial. He’ll watercolor the cover art.
In 2016, even before Trump had done anything worthy of The New Yorker lying about what he had yet to do, it had Barry Blitt watercolor a cover depicting five presidents sneering at Trump. Blitt did another 2016 cover with Trump depicted as a beauty queen. Who is Blitt? He’s the mag’s go-to Trump-hating paint-by-numbers watercolorist who (in my estimation) is a middling cartoonist with below-average ideas. But leftists seem to love his art, so he gets a lot of covers. He’s illustrated other presidents. He watercolored Obama walking on water.
In 2018, the mag’s photo cover depicted Trump with a pig nose.
More Trump-hating covers followed, mostly by Blitt. After Trump beat Hilary, he was depicted as defending White Supremacists. That lie has been debunked more times than Adam Kinzinger has cried in the mirror. You get the point. Yellow journalism sells, and sensational images sell best.
One of the mag’s leading Trump haters is Susan Glasser. Her latest "I’m obsessed with Hating Trump" is titled:
“Trump Has a Bad Case of Biden on the Brain”
Glasser writes: "Is there anyone who is still as obsessed with Joe Biden as Donald Trump?"
Speaking of obsession, I don't know Susan - maybe you do? The link takes us to her (literally) dozens of articles about her obsessing about Trump. At least she didn’t write a Trump obsession book. I’m kidding - she did.
Yellow print sells. Orange Man Bad sells.
Over at the New Yorker magazine, a staff writer moved his family to Canada so he could write 10,000 words about how Canadians "all" hate Trump.
And let me get this out of the way. I took a financial hit to write this article. Yesterday, I subscribed to The New Yorker Magazine for research. The subscription costs me $4.00, so I’ll be expecting a “GoFundMe” reimbursement. Why did I subscribe to read the article about why Canucks hate Trump? It was long-winded and lacked even a single link, but assuming the claims are true, I found it kind of interesting. Trump isn’t unique in his offer to make Canada the 51st state. Starting with George Washington, U.S. presidents have either threatened or asked or declared war on Canada. Trump on the other hand did it with tongue in cheek.
Canada would gain by joining the USA. Canadians could see a doctor and get an MRI before they died of the wait. Canada could avoid the continuing yearly humiliation of not winning a Stanley Cup, and they’d have a First and Second Amendment. But I, for one, don’t want Canada. If Canada were the 51st state, we’d have to also take the obnoxious ("I refuse to speak English") frogs in Quebec, and Canada would likely elect liberals to Congress, and at least some of them would be the almost French-speaking frogs who would refuse to speak English. So, net – we'd lose. No thanks.
The New Yorker article tells us that Canadians “war gamed” an American invasion. Canada, it seems, would be worse than the Taliban. Sure, the government has unarmed them, but flocks of Canadian geese could chase U.S. troops. Instead of yelling “Wolverine!” Canucks would yell “You’ll never take our beavers alive!”
The author wrote a whole lot of words like:
Overnight, something changed for every person in this country. You said, ‘Not on my watch,’ and you sat down at the kitchen table and said, ‘No, we’re not going back to Florida.’ And you called the hotel in Arizona and said, ‘I don’t care if we lose our deposit.’”
Every person? On your “watch?" Calm down Canuck, you aren’t Col. Jessup defending the Gitmo ramparts.
He closed with this (profanity alert):
Angus and I had met in Toronto at Grizzly Bar. “You think I’m going to let that f***ing criminal take my country? Not a chance,” he said as we drank Canadian beers. “So suddenly we go from being really easygoing to a nation of hockey goons.”
A nation of hockey goons who can’t win a Stanley Cup. I’m pretty sure you aren’t scaring us, Angus. Win a Stanley Cup, you hoser.
In other Trump news – media goons at the Wall Street Journal wrote what Equire Mag would reject as too gossipy, and thinner than a Rolling Stone fraternity rape story. The Journal’s “evidence” was a two-decade-old birthday note that it won’t produce. The claim is Trump, for the first time in his entire life of doodling skyscrapers (pro tip –that's all he doodles), doodled the figure of a bare-breasted woman and typed a note to Jeffrey Epstein that instead of mimicking Trump, sounded like a gay bartender wishing another gay bartender a happy gay birthday. For anyone not suffering from terminal TDS, it was a nothingburger. The New York Times editors must have read the WSJ and decided to regurgitate old Epstein/Trump stories, repackaged as new. One story was published a week before the 2020 election, the other, in July of last year – both, no doubt intending to derail Trump’s election. Was there anything new? Not really, but it took four people to rework 30-year-old stories about Trump knowing Epstein. Wash, rinse, repeat.
The Atlantic also wants Trump to answer the same questions put to him over the last decade. The irony isn't lost on anyone.
That got a community note, and mocked for days because, well, here is a photo of the owner...
"The Late Show With Stephen Colbert" will cease to exist next May because it was burning cash like it was building a California train to nowhere. It was a comedy show that wasn’t funny. It wasn’t profitable. Its dismal ratings were costing CBS millions every year. It was the WNBA of late-night TV. But in Mythland, Trump has turned into Mussolini. Trumpolini turned off the lights on "The Late Show." Kind of. Colbert is free to be unfunny and bash Trump for another 10 months, but – he’s being silenced!
Ten months to shut down. Softest tyrant in history.
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