I'll tell you when I lost faith in The New Yorker. I was a subscriber for many years. I get that the people over at The New Yorker could not stand Donald Trump. But during the four years he was president (and even before, during the months of the campaign), it seemed like every other cover of their magazine was a grotesque and febrile caricature of the man. It made the magazine seem a bit unbalanced—and by that I don't mean "politically."