Channel 4's The 10 O'Clock Show is - like its father The Daily Show - not quite as good as it thinks it is, but Charlie Brooker's poem about the Sun's habitual targets was sublime. It's the joy of a headlong, impassioned rant tied to a sense of form and structure:
It reminds me of Marcus Brigstocke's soliloquy on the subject of religious intolerance. Not 'fair' perhaps but satire doesn't do nuance:
PS: If you can't see the Brooker rant, it's because C4 have done something weird. They gave out the embed code, but it's not very reliable.