Wayne- eutheus

Prometheus (Greek: Προμηθεύς) is a Titan, culture hero, and trickster figure who in Greek mythology is credited with the creation of man from clay and the theft of fire for human use, an act that enabled progress and civilization. He is known for his intelligence, and as a champion of mankind.^[1]

The punishment of Prometheus as a consequence of the theft is a major theme of his mythology, and is a popular subject of both ancient and modern art. Zeus, king of the Olympian gods, sentenced the Titan to eternal torment for his transgression. The immortal Prometheus was bound to a rock, where each day an eagle, the emblem of Zeus, was sent to feed on his liver, only to have it grow back to be eaten again the next day.

   I feel somewhat violated, or at least ripped off.  The movie Prometheus has hit the big screen and I can't help but feel they are stolen my idea.  I think my movie about Prometheus would have been a classic. I haven't seen the new movie but I have seen the trailers for  it and it looks like some sci-fi drivel.  My version would be slightly different.  Here is how the movie of Prometheus should have gone:

   A few years ago, the boy and I were traveling in the car.  I know it was quite a few years ago because he was still indulging me by listening and sharing his opinion.  Me, in my usual calm, reasonable, unbiased way, began telling him about how the referees were killing me.  He asked why and I, again, with tremendous calm, told him that each night I go to my games with such good intentions.  I would go with my usual patience, understanding, and most important, positiveness, in the belief that the good fellows (or gals, for that matter), would do a knock up job officiating the game.  And despite my unwavering belief in the goodness and honesty of the hard working officials, in the end, I would get royally fucked.   I would happen over and over again. 

The boy, ever the scholar, retorted with, "Hey that sounds like Prometheus."  Me of course, also scholastically inclined said "Huh?"  The boy said that he knows a Greek legend that was very similar to my story.  I bade the boy to go on.  

He began the story of Prometheus, and with his interest in Indo-European languages, if I remember correctly, he spoke in Ancient Greek.  I cut him short with "Hey Einstein, English.  Remember the car rules about using words I don't know?" (This unfortunately was the reason that the amount of talks we had in the car was next to zero!)  So the boy told me the story of how Prometheus had told the secret of fire to humans and Zeus was so angry that he tied Prometheus to a rock and each day a giant eagle would come and tear out his liver, only to have it regrow over night and happen again the next day.  

EUREKA I cried.  That is me.  Each day I go to my game, filled with positive energy, only to have my liver ripped out.  The referees are the eagle and I am bound to my chair, forever tortured by the eagles in grey. (The irony of eagles have such great eyesight and the officials obviously not having similar skills is humorous contradiction, isn't it?)   And why?  

Like Prometheus, I have been victimized unfairly.  Prometheus had a slight slip of the tongue, telling humans something that, perhaps, he shouldn't have.  I too have had the occasional slip of the tongue, saying somethings to officials that, perhaps, I shouldn't have said.  But does the punishment fit the crime?  Hey, humans would have figured out fire sooner than later, right?  Poor Prometheus only sped up the process.  My advice to officials is usually 100% correct, if they would just shut up and listen.  The similarities between Prometheus and I are eery. 

Now they have stolen my idea for a Prometheus movie.   They have created sic-fi thriller with cool creatures, space crafts and other bullshit.  Wouldn't you all rather see a movie about poor me, being tortured over and over again by some overweight, partially blind, idiots?