THE GODLESS PARTY: The New Yorker’s Review of JD Vance’s New Book Is a ‘Distasteful’ Blend of Illiteracy and Anti-theism.
Dear @NewYorker, did you mean "disdainful of?" Also, have you considered hiring me as an editor? Or someone else who knows how to use words? https://t.co/dc5OduicnD
— Aramis L. Perez (@AramisLPerez) June 20, 2026
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.)
