Face the Truth

You know, this society of ours has a real problem with truth. Whose songs are being listened to on the internet these days, YouTube? Is there some remote spot on the globe where anyone can see the truth of my music's popularity? Why don't you let anyone see it here? The truth of my popularity consists of the real number of views on my web posts. Each of these views could be converted into dollars by an honest economic system. But our economic system has so far only supported fraud with my work, which has up to now been enabled by suppressing my popularity until I abandon my work. I'm following through with my music, and once all these criminal comics are finished going to prison for stealing my blogs, I will probably end up selling my comedy to their worst enemies. I'm even looking forward to possibly handing over Austin Powers to someone and helping him with the script, so the movie will turn out right. Even if the apparently government supported crimes against my music end up spoiling my music career, I can always write into my old age and I just know people would buy my book. People want truth. It's only their irresponsible leaders who would have them believe otherwise. The truth about 'lovable' stars like Ellen and Jay and Conan and Jimmy and Jon and Tina and Mike is that they are in reality cold blooded assassins who would gouge out your eyes for another second of fame. The longer this truth is suppressed, the harder it will be for them when the truth catches up with them. The truth about these self obsessed performers is that each and every one of them were hauled off for incarceration and punishment after being exposed as frauds by this account. Some of them are still incarcerated. The truth about George W. Bush and Dick Cheney is that they needed propaganda to help bolster morale through a very questionable war. They needed honest sounding songs on the radio and they needed comedy that appeared to poke fun at power, in order to create the illusion of an enlightened society that was doing Iraq a favor by invading. Were Iraqis impressed to hear American TV stars lampooning politicians and plutocrats? The truth is that these illegal actions brutally punished the author of their words for his attitude by committing fraud with his work. And my imaginative music must have helped a lot of people to escape the misery of their condition under such rotten leaders. The truth about responsible politicians who were in power during my appearance in 2007 is that they were all complicit with the massive fraud that followed. This would include my own MP. And I will be leaving my country so that I have one less hostile governing body against me in the new land of my choosing. The government owned CBC played a prominent role in these crimes. And the truth about stupid crimes is that they have stupid motives. Did I go online in 2007 and jokingly criticize my former job in the government as being too soft? You may now see how the most candy assed CBC staff would take exception to such a remark and seek revenge for it when my back was turned. And to Hell with my father who fought for this country and to Hell with my brothers who worked in the government all the way to retirement, right? Stupid. The truth about stardom is that it is not age dependent. One can be a star at any age. The truth about musical appeal is that the singer's voice is the most important element of a song. This is a long known fact which I found by research. I can't imagine what anyone would like about my voice except perhaps my sincerity. The truth about authoring talent is that it is rare. My work, for instance, all came from me. It did not come from a hundred different TV shows and twenty-five different bands. The most successful sitcoms of the 70's, 80's, and 90's were all written by the same small handful of authors. And out of all the music on the radio, only a small fraction appeals to the average listener. Further to that, almost none of the cartoons in the newspaper are actually ever amusing. The truth about the present is that it does not all hinge on the past. Some of it hinges on the future. One who lies and manipulates takes others to be stupid. Since networks like NBC lied and manipulated their viewers with my work, they must think their viewers are stupid. Trying to cover up their crimes with more lies now would be even more insulting to their viewers' intelligence. But I appeal to the intelligence of my readers in this account. I do not 'dumb down' my content for them because I don't think it is necessary. The truth about the average consumer is that the average consumer is much smarter than NBC. The truth about my current motive for being online is that I am here to secure justice, not attention. I'm not even bothering to practice my music until I am satisfied with my legal settlement. If my songs are more popular than the songs of attention seeking, self-appointed competitors, it's quite inadvertent on my part. The truth about those who call me a liar is that they have recently been released from jail or prison for crimes against me. If not, they have been paid by wealthy violators of my copyright to damage my work. The truth about any children who called me a liar is that they are dependents of people who committed crimes against me. The truth about a massive fraud consisting of thousands of copyright violations is that it is not diminished by being focused entirely on one target. The total number of victims of hit song fraud alone are countless music lovers. In my case, to their number we must add yet more countless comedy fans. The target is left alone to repair the damage of the crimes committed with his work while the ones who gained attention from it engage in continuous assaults on his work and image. When contemplating my bitter feelings towards broadcasters, try to remember that they wanted everyone to dance on my grave by now with my own music. They wanted everyone to mock my life by now with my own comedy. What started out as a casual online diversion for me has been turned into a life-and-death struggle, which occasionally causes me to explode with fury. And about those total strangers in the street, how's their 'hat'? (They don't spell well.) Hate is as healthy as ever among the five-o-clock-in-the-morning crowd, who may have confused their restraining orders with straining orders. As they sleep away the daytime, let's hope they're having nightmares.
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