There's so much that you could say about "the time magazine cover," and there is a cottage industry dedicated entirely to this purpose, gripping it firmly and rasping it on a rasper. I've seen like one paragraph of the article, and a couple of the images, because it doesn't exist and isn't important. It's a Wild West facade; there is no Saloon here. If I tried to find the real article, I think it would just be a picture of Joel Stein with a sheepish downward gaze, hands in his pockets, saying "Aw, shucks" while wearing whatever the facial equivalent of a smiley emoticon is.