If you think the New Yorker cover is rephrehensible because it may further burn hateful stereotypes into the brains of even well-meaning people, then you really don't understand satire. Satire is all about ridiculing the stupidity, insanity and ugliness of the world, but not by wagging a finger and saying "tsk, tsk" in great earnestness, but by presenting it straight-faced, as if there's no joke at all. It's a subtle and, in the right hands, devastating tool against hypocrisy, hate, and fanaticism. From Jonathan Swift's "A Modest Porposal" to Kubrick's "Dr. Strangelove," satire has long been the sharpest needle with which to prick balloons of pomposity .