Every satirical universe like this explicitly needs to end with a pan out through the fourth wall, showing some gammon fuck roleplaying his fantasy with his pants around his ankles.

At least with Dredd its written in a way that makes it very hard to take seriously.

Dredd has outgrown his origins in a lot of ways. He’s a product of Thatcherite England and so much of the banality and evil of the post-Reagan/Thatcher world has become completely normalized, so the satire doesn’t hit the same.