Last week’s opening skit of “Saturday Night Live” was awful. It was an awkward, unfunny reach: Call it “Robert Mueller Meets The Bachelor.” Granted, it can’t be Alec Baldwin every week, but this, frankly, was worse than humorless and cringe-worthy.
More problematic, it was also grist for the Trump millers who complain about the biased mainstream media. Defending satire, especially the quality, spot-on variety, is not an issue. It’s part of a society-prodding, literary tradition across the ages. But when it comes across as badly scripted, pro forma cheap shots, it does a disservice to the media, which has more than enough to contend with these days.