Timothy Egan shows Montanans get satire, even snooty elitist satire from the cover of The New Yorker.
In fact, rather than arguing that The New Yorker is elitist, I can wrong-foot Obamiacs, especially of the “Stuff White People Like” crowd, and argue that they’re the ones being condescending to people in the heartland.
“Poor, poor Montanans. I’m sorry that you wouldn’t understand the intellectual satire level of The New Yorker.”
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