Clearly, it helps to have real artists to do these things. Vanity Fair gets into the New Yorker-ribbing act with a John McCain cover that features the GOP-er, using a walker, giving Cindy the terrorist fist jab while she clutches a bundle of prescription drugs; together they bask in the glow of W.’s portrait and the U.S. Constitution on the fire.

But is it satire, dear reader? And if so, is it funny? Should it be depicted as the thought-ballooned imaginings of some hippie blogger, his browser faithfully tuned to Daily Kos? Oh, what analysis must come.

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