THE GODLESS PARTY: The New Yorker’s Review of JD Vance’s New Book Is a ‘Distasteful’ Blend of Illiteracy and Anti-theism.

Whenever an anti-theist tries to lecture people of faith about Christianity, Catholicism, Judaism, or really anything related to religion, it is always hilarious. But when that person of faith is the Vice President of the United States and the anti-theist works for The New Yorker, we know we’re in for a giant belly laugh.

Over the past week, JD Vance has been doing the media rounds — even going on The View — to promote his new memoir, Communion, which chronicles his journey to becoming a Catholic. Because he is the Vice President, of course, other topics have come up, such as the Iran MOU and — erasing black people from history?

Well, Whoopi Goldberg’s weird fever dreams of imagined racism aside, Vance’s book was bound to cause leftists to throw a tantrum because the left is virulently anti-Christian. So, it was no surprise that The New Yorker was going to take out its poison pen to review it.

What was somewhat of a surprise is that The New Yorker doesn’t know what words mean.

Eustace Tilley weeps into his monocle.

(Classical reference in headline.)

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THE ENEMY WITHIN:

A HARD DOSE OR REALITY IS ADMINISTERED:

DEVELOPING:

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Classical reference in headline:

REFLECTIONS IN A BLOODSHOT EYE:

Let the pool keep them obsessed; things could be far, far worse right now:

IT’S ALL FAKE:

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If only there was a parable about broken windows written 175 years ago to describe the above tweet.

WELL SAID:

Alice Smith, by the way, is the great-great-great-granddaughter of Adam Smith. The apple hasn’t fallen far from the tree.