Since I can't trust that people actually read satire, take note. There is a legend and its not just for comic interpretation either, or the fact that I was thinking about a bag of sour Skittles when this was toyed with. I'm just having a Linux throwback moment before it decided to go all GUI OS on people. Or maybe I absolutely have no life and am intentionally trying to get the Colorblind Association of America riled up so we can duke it out on Jerry Springer.
Satire, for me, is just as critical and entertaining as serving an Ex-Lax sheet cake for a wedding reception. That, or being in the Matrix and Morpheus offers either the Red or Blue pill and you go with Yellow. It should offend and rightly so by definition; the best compliment I've ever gotten as a writer is offending a well-known discount bus outfit that threatened to sue all parties laughing about spoofing their lack of quality service on display. Proudest day of my satirical life. Don't get me wrong; most of the things that make it to satirical print are nothing in comparison to real-life. In fact, I'm constantly amazed that the things I do choose to muse upon are often not as comical as the real-life shenanigans that inspired the piece to begin with. It's more than a notion sometimes to compete with the absolute idiocracy that passes for news these days. That includes, but is not limited to, everything. All spoofs are created equal.
Some weeks are better than others for inspirational 'material'.