This is satire. It's also ham-fisted (thanks J--) and stupid for a cover, but satire nonetheless. If When you encounter someone who thinks it's prescient or insightful or whatever, you have my permission to smack them upside their idiotic skull*. 'Grats to the New Yorker for the best attention whoring of the election season so far.
* Note, my permission doesn't mean crap in any court, workplace, or household, including my own.