My Computer Is Censoring Me

I had written a post. It was witty. It was insightful. It was erased by my computer as I was posting it. I can only assume a few premises. Editors like to, well, edit things. Sometimes, editing consists of outright erasure, or rather, deletion. Ergo, my computer, which likes to erase my posts, must be considered to be my editor.
Logic, right?
Since I have always perceived myself to be a rather nebbish reporter type, I shall take a cue from Clark Kent and call my computer Perry.
Or am I thinking of the Tick?
Ah, well. I have reviewed and refined an opinion from a prior post. I am not, in fact, made tearful by a sense of whimsy that manifests in certain movies. I am, however, made tearful by virtue of being a depressive jerk.
Huzzah!
Soon, I shall speak on forming MADP. It's gonna be like MADD, but with fewer mothers and more posting.