The New Yorker's latest cover art, which depicts "love life" in the time of COVID lockdowns, reveals far more about our deep cultural sickness than perhaps it intends to. But meanwhile, pockets of resistance from both parties form against coronatarian tyranny and the excesses of our arrogant ruling class. Our editors look forward with hope to build a new, working-class coalition that will stand together against the woke madness that is sure to lie ahead of us.
