You don't like the cover? Man, are you stupid.

From Jon Stewart to Maureen Dowd to multiple op-eds to bloggers all over the map, the message is simple: If you don't think the New Yorker cover is funny, there's something wrong with you. When did we get humor police to tell us what is funny? I know they've existed for a long time to tell what is not funny — or so I'm told. Personally, I feel adequate to make those decisions for myself. Jon & Mo think I need help.

I really thought freedom of speech and thought allowed individuals to have their own opinion on matters such as the cover. I have my reasons for not liking the cover, not the least of which is that it lacks both humor and sufficient information to make the satire work (jesus, I fucking know it's supposed to be satire; I just think it fails miserably). But brains much bigger than mine have decided that because I don't get the joke — see, it's not about the Obamas at all, even though that's who is on the cover — I have no sense of humor or proportion.

What I have is a difference of opinion. But I guess Jon Stewart has risen to the point where my opinion is wrong if I disagree with him.