The next issue isn't out until 26th November, so I'm going to stick this here - imagine if Vanity Fair found the balls to run this as their print cover, it would probably get them delisted from the newsstands in some areas - or packaged in a brown paper bag, like women's magazines used to be, when they got too racy with their covers for America's supermarkets.
Do you ever notice that Graydon Carter doesn't really get a mention by name anymore in the media landscape? Even Vanity Fair doesn't seem to give much credit that the flag was being flown by Graydon long before anyone else took Trump seriously, but they're happy to pride themselves on their long-established stance.
So at the moment, all talk, no balls - and probably no print cover where they put their money where their mouth is, because that's down to their advertisers. If Conde Nast believed commercial viability would be seriously affected by any lasting editorial decision, strings would be pulled and the puppets would dance in tune.
I would like to be wrong - I would like to be surprised - but what kind of meek and mild cover are we going to see come out at the end of the month? An Angelina Jolie exclusive about her divorce? At least the cover shoot might be worth looking at.