Saturday, November 8, 2014

Saturday Night Live Is Immoral

Saturday Night Live Is Immoral
I was looking through some of the poems Saturday Night Live stole from me and it was hard to contain my wrath. Besides their dismissal of the labor I poured into these works, serious meaning was perverted by this greedy show and its annoying need to make jokes out of serious matters.

I've already stated how The False Prophet was butchered, not just by sticking in a bunch of superfluous, attention seeking cast members, but by the omission of the vital last four verses, which hold the moral of the story. Since it is likely that they stole this poem as a complete work after I erased it, it would seem that they deliberately chopped out these important lines because they weren't funny. Another epic poem of mine, Iniquia, appears to have been similarly treated. The last four verses, which define the poem and give it meaning are missing from the Saturday Night Live production. Again, these verses are not funny, but serious.

Saturday Night Live doesn't like morals. They think we should all just laugh like brainless idiots at everything. And what were the morals they rejected from my poems? They were morals that criticized materialism. The False Prophet went to Hell for preaching that riches were a virtue and poverty a sin. And the King and concubine of Iniquia drowned from a heavy chest of gold that they took with them while trying to escape a flood. What is the last line of Iniquia? Gold was even worth a grain.

We don't need Saturday Night Live to distort the past for us to help us get through the present. Our brains do that automatically by pushing unpleasant memories into the subconscious. If our brains didn't do this, none of us would be able to get out of bed in the morning. My brain did this for me in 2008, so I could look for a job that paid something other than insults and false accusations. And now here I am again, forced to remember the whole sordid nightmare.
  
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