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By
Christopher Loring Knowles

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A few insightful readers recommended I check out last night's episode of Saturday Night Live, since there were apparently some very Secret Sun-worthy bits scattered among the brain-gouging unfunniness that has been the hallmark of this show since the early 90s.

I think it's a rite of passage to get over Saturday Night Live's literally-sophomoric humor. I practically worshipped the show when I was quite young, went into a depressive state when the original cast left and rediscovered it when the Phil Hartman-Mike Myers generation took over. But as Adam Sandler and Chris Farley and the rest of the frat-boys rose, I bailed, mostly for good.

But a sync's a sync and the Never-Ending Ritual is nothing if not totalizing. So I bit the bullet and watched as much as I could handle.

Which wasn't much.

This was like the warm chicken-salad fever-dream of Saturday Night Live. It was the worst-fears-realized version of a mind-rapingly-terrible mainstream television program in the Age of Trump.

I had been planning to go into the bathroom and flay myself with a Lady Bic shaver but I'm a masochist at heart, so I decided to watch more SNL instead.

THE PLAYBACK

And what a clown-orgy of a blazing shitshow it was. I know next to nothing about Kevin Hart, this week's host, but the cold open was like being trapped at the Daily Kos "Winter-Festival" party. Or the CIA's.

But I repeat myself.

What I managed to sit through was kind of like watching a mental patient trying to drive rusty nails into his shin with a lug-wrench. He keeps missing the mark and you're grateful for it but you still wince every time he hits raw flesh instead.

I mean, it was positively archonic.

There was a skit about a black Batman and Robin getting arrested for cocaine possession that was not only laugh-free, it was actually a laugh vacuum. It might be a while before anything actually seems funny again after watching it because it sucked all the laughs out of the atmosphere.

Just warning you.

There was an absolutely interminable ESPN skit that seemed to exist solely to gloat over the Alabama special election. Because what's more hilarious than a special election for a vacant Senate seat, right?

Then there was a 70s PBS TV parody-- a wide-open target if ever there was one-- that meandered around the far outskirts of comedy like a dog searching for just the right spot to poo when you're already late for work.

Then there was this blisteringly unfunny skit, called "Nativity Play." Because as it is with Trump, mocking Christians is absolutely cost-free in today's America. In fact, it's greatly rewarded. Even so, SNL's idiot writers don't even know the difference between a mass and a service.

The maguffin here was a llama the church youth group was using in place of the Magi's camel. Apparently the llama was "ruddy" -- no, seriously-- meaning it was his mating season.

I couldn't find any basis for this "ruddy" joke anywhere, so I can only assume this was the Nephilim AI's little contribution.

Here, too. A bone was tossed--so to speak-- to Marina Abramovic fans, with a joke (sic) about the Baby Jesus being eaten.

Author of the Eagle Award-winning Our Gods Wear Spandex: The Secret History of Comic Book Heroes, published by Red Wheel/Weiser and co-author of The Complete X-Files: Behind the Series, the Myths, and the Movies, published by Insight Editions. The Secret History of Rock 'n' Roll is available from Viva Editions now!

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