As my label-mate David Graham explains, this Michelle Malkin attempt at skewering Michelle Obama is cringeworthy. Good parody requires a kind of impious respect for its subject. But Michelle Malkin can't dance. Unlike Jimmy Fallon, she only seems dimly aware of the problem this poses. What makes satire work is the "buy-in" taken to its absurd extreme. This is just absurdity with no regard for buy-in.
Light pollution has taken away our ability to see the stars. Can we still save the night sky?