Just because we've entered the dog days of summer doesn't mean election 2008 coverage has to get loony toons. First Jesse Jackson's gutter language spectacular and now The New Yorker cover squabbles . Pick, pick, pick. Dissected over and over, and over once more until the nausea police are called in. Enough already. We've had our news stories, our petty battles over satire, misrepresentation, tastelessness, offensiveness, thick skin, taking the heat, and getting out of the kitchen. The...
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