There are so many Americas, but they are all in binary pairs. There’s an America that loves Hummers and one that righteously looks up in disgust from their Priuses at that America. One that loves shooting deer with assault rifles and one that would prefer their venison slaughtered by a Native American archer. One that loves killing babies giving women control over their bodies and one that believes life is precious unless there is a war wants to have total control over women. One that understands irony parody satire (whatever it is!) and one that doesn’t:

According to a “high school journalism teacher” (what a pedigree!) the recent cover of The New Yorker is a context without context. Ted Spaniak, author of The Tribune’s blind eye to The New Yorker cover thinks some accompanying text was necessary to contextualize “The New Yorker’s aim of exposing right-wing fear mongering.” I guess text is an appropriate means of creating context, but when considering a cubbyhole for the cover of The New Yorker in our media landscape, what possible ambiguity is there?

I wonder if Mr. Spaniak understood the dual-edged nature of his indictment of the Tribune editorial staff: “[It] makes me wonder how they ever earned journalism degrees.” Not that you’d need a journalism degree to teach high school journalism.