Don't know what's w/ all the fucking horsecrap about this wk.'s New Yorker cover. (Maybe irony isn't dead yet, but it's no wonder satire closes on Sat. night; Americans are too GDF stupid to comprehend it.) In the interest of equal time:(Oddly enough, this one seems true to life, as opposed to the New Yorker cover. Hmmm...)
A tip of the Bouffant chapeau to David Horsey, of the Seattle P-I.