As taste truckles to power, there is no water the plain style will not carry. The middle style has known better days, but carries an atavistic gene. Satire like Sally Jesse Raphael specializes in ambush, bad taste, body humor, madness, and freaks. Like political advertising it deals in slander, humiliation, and shame. Like commercials, it works with soundbites.
Satire works with distortion, character assassination, invective, innuendo, smear.
It provides instruction pro bono publico, as did Socrates, to those who want it least. It provides exempla, making its targets a byword, a name to point a moral or adorn a tale. Where it finds celebrity, it erects a Temple of Fame, or Parliament of Fowls, or a Bedlam. Satire is the great leveler. King or commoner, you do not need a degree in Classics to know that you have been called a piece of shit.