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It seems that in an effort to satirize right-wing scare tactics against the Obama campaign, cartoonist Barry Blitt pissed off a lot of people. I am not one of those people. However, while I don’t agree that the New Yorker cover was offensive or tasteless, I do agree that the artisit failed miserably at communicating his concept to the public. Rather than looking like a parody of views and ideas Obama’s opponents are trying to convey about him, it seemed more like an illustration of those ideas, a propagandized exaggeration of the views of someone who doesn’t like Obama.

This is a prime example of why The New Yorker should just have the adorable Adrian Tomine do all of their covers. His covers evoke emotions similar to that of hearing a neighbor child’s goldfish has died.

Jake was reading this book a few weeks ago and I couldn’t get enough of that cover. That flying cat thing is ridiculously awesome. Needless to say, I want one.

Spoiler warning: I’m going to give the end of this book away in this review. I was thinking about how I never read, and thought about this awesome book I read in high school. It’s about a little girl who kills a few people. Her dad is away on buisness or something and the mother sees these odd things happening and is driven quite mad, growing to depise her evil daughter.
They made an equally cool movie of the book in the 60’s, however they added the typical happy Hollywood ending. In the book, The mom poisons the little girl before shooting herself in the head. The little girl survives, the mother does not. In the movie however, they both survive and then the little girl is struck by lightning. Both are very cool.
geeze, I had to make a “books” category just for this post.