I guess when you’re making satire, there are worse problems to have than making it “too real,” which, I admit, is very much a “mileage may vary” judgment. And it’s not as if Mister America didn’t make me laugh, either. But I couldn’t shake the feeling of pins and needles all over my body while watching it, because in language and intention and content, it’s awfully close to how modern politics tend to run (at least in right-wing circles, where expertise, talent, and compassion are useless commodities).
You can read my full write-up over at The Week.