I Pity the Satirists

I watched the President yesterday during his visit to Puerto Rico. He spent all of his time saying how great he and his team had done. And then, he invited other people in the room to say how well he had done.

How can you write satire about someone who says "Enough about me. What do you think about me?" during a visit to comfort an island torn apart by a hurricane. I pity the satirists. When reality IS satire, their jobs become impossible.