The New Yorker Magazine did what some in the publishing industry thought would “never happen” – it laid off dead weight in late 2023. But as long as the mag remains in circulation and Donald Trump is breathing, its remaining staff will have a visceral, obsessive hatred for the man. An article (and usually a cover) about Trump is as natural as breathing in New York. At The New Yorker, it’s an art form. Artform – like a Hunter Biden painting or “Velvet Elvis.” Since the birth of yellow journalism, frothing at the mouth of some imagined dragons sells, and at The New York publications, hating Trump seems to float all financial boats.
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Ok – sure, Trump-hating articles and concomitant Trump-hating covers are pretty standard in New York. Hating Trump sells. At pitch meetings where the room is out of ideas, someone will raise a hand and