Andy Borowitz. Got it. You know, The New Yorker, being the staid, ultra-serious magazine it wants to be, should stick with what it knows best. Comedy is not it's forte.
I dunno, they published Woody Allen back when he was funny and some of their George Saunders is OK. But yeah, mainly they do the droll "I see what you did there" kind of funny, not the "actual laughter is coming out of my face" sort. Also, dig this...http://www.0s-1s.com/neujorkerIt's Borowitz - never funny, not once, not even a little bit. HE should stick with what he does best, like...having a name that ends in Z? I don't care as long as happens far away.
I have the same reaction to every Borowitz post: "great headline, obvious column." It seems to me that the caliber of his work is below the New Yorker's standard for originality, and I have never understood why they choose to feature him.