or is it a fiendish parody?

Things started well enough: My tires sang on iceless roads, and the flooding sunlight raised a dew of sweat on my forehead. I turned off the heater, and in a fit of wild abandon brought down the driver’s-side window. The wind slapped and stung, my knuckles whitened on the wheel, but I pressed on. Spring! Shivering means you’re alive!

Then Mother Nature swept in, slapped her palm with a nightstick, and barked, Show’s over, pal. Clouds consumed the sun and soon the familiar aerial bombardment of sleet played Penderecki on my windshield.

Doy – take parody – and not a bad one, although it loses a little steam near the end.

If they’ve given up all pretense of doing news, it’s probably not a bad next step…