I am only going to yammer a little about this...

The New Yorker cover.

I am certainly not going to deluge you with my thoughts, salutations, complaints or rages regarding this issue since, quite frankly, I am beginning to bore myself to tears with the ridiculous amount of time I have been thinking and reading about it. Of course it was delivered into my hot little hands yesterday and I suppose one of the more disappointing things about the whole debacle is that people are more concerned with the cover than with reading the saucy little article regarding the shaping of the modern children's library found here. Or the piece on the shaping of the Obama we know today through his earliest dabbling in the politically shaping scene of Chicago.

That said, I will admit to a (what may seem totally elitist) fervent ardor over the mere act of publishing the cartoon. Not only did it breathe some fiery debate into a political scene which has been, for far too long, created, developed, swayed and controlled by hordes of media relation, politico police. Everyone on the planet is up in arms about this cover and there is such a diverse set of grievances that I say Bravo New Yorker for eliciting angst and turmoil. Sleepy voters need to get off their butts and Talk, Discuss, Listen, Get Furious... anything but squallid placidity.

While I understand the argument regarding the Wrong People Misinterpreting the cover, believe me, the people who see that picture and use it to have an "AHA!" moment, feverishly scrambling to cut and paste it into an email to send to every person they have ever known saying "See, SEE! He IS a fanatic who will destroy our country stone by stone and freedom by freedom!!"... those people? I already disregard them in my mind and cannot be bothered with their narrow-minded ideologies.