Charlton Heston: Over it’s 15-year history, “Saturday Night Live” has offended more than a few of its viewers. In fact, it’s probably safe to say that, at one time or another, the show has offended every single one of its viewers. It will therefore come as no surprise that, week after week, the mail brings hudnreds of angry, even ugly, letters. Tonight, I’ve been asked to read one of these letters. This is dated March 19th, 1978:
“Nausea. Violent, gut-churning nausea. That’s the only way I can describe the revulsion I felt as I watched last week’s episode of the show called “Saturday Night Live”. Vulgar, snide, purile. Devoid of either taste or intellectual content, let alone humor. “Saturday Night Live” displays in show after dreadful show, its sniggering contempt for even the appalling standards of network television. What kind of world are we living in, that this is considered entertainment? As I sat stunned by this abomination, quite literally sick to my stomach, it occurred to me that your cast and writers resemble nothing so much as a collection of spoiled children throwing a party the weekend Mommy and Daddy are away. Well, NBC, perhaps its time Mommy and Daddy came home, assumed their parental responsibilities, and removed this weekly affront to the mind and spirit from our television screens.
Signed: Charlton Heston.”