My Real Target

Who tried to tell me last night that Jay Leno was dead? Why does she need people to believe that instead of believing me when I tell them that he was prosecuted for fraud by my lawyers in 2013 and found extremely guilty? He regularly robbed my posts for his monologue on the Tonight Show and I'm still catching up with his crime. For example, my parody of the History Channel documentary about ancient technology contains a line that he stole for his show. And did he also steal my Roachademy sketch, which I had to suffer the presence of cockroaches to first invent while he lounged around in his spotless mansion? Jay Leno was quite evil. While a victim like me would prefer to see offenders like Jay Leno executed to eliminate a public menace, I must stay on target with my work against the ultimate, abstract enemy of evil. Even money is not necessarily evil, but often merely a tool of evil. The industry does not concern itself with such moral subtleties but focuses strictly on profits. My work has proven to have commercial value and the business is eager to profit from it. But when we open our hearts to evil fraud, we are poisoned by hate. Maybe you didn't sense this, but I most certainly did. When we hate an artist in return for his love, it cripples us spiritually. It likely crosses over to impair our judgement on a wide range of seemingly unrelated affairs. For instance, my work, which comes from humility, was embraced by a certain crowd to celebrate arrogance. My music, which came from a transforming spiritual awakening, was stolen and 'championed' by a self declared atheist. Through all of this, the industry was only concerned with counting its profits. It is when the industry most appears to be on the side of good that you may be the most at risk, as was the case with Dateline NBC when its host presented herself as a righteous champion of justice with stolen blogs behind my back. For a while, this host enjoyed a privilege which must be coveted by many in the corporate media who stand on the edge of fame's Heaven and are seldom allowed in: she was a worshiped star. The idea of a Dateline host as a star was acceptable to corporations. To me, however, it conjures up the horrific image of a huge, Sauron like figure in a plaid skirt, towering over her unassuming viewers and terrorizing them into total submission. Her evil had to be destroyed for our spiritual good and I believe that I was wise to sacrifice any financial profits that would have sustained such a destructive apparition. [12:25pm] Speaking of name calling, I have just returned from the soup line where the person in front of me made frequent references to the name Isis, which I take to be a putdown connected to that dusty old 2010 post of mine, Goddess. I do not hate this person, but I can see the harm that the evil of music fraud has wrought on his soul. He is clearly an unhappy individual, while I am usually in good spirits, in spite of my ordeal. In my defense to this insult, no one called the fraudulent claimant of that song Isis when it played on the radio, did they? No, that was when the industry got you to celebrate the song and love the criminal who handed it to you. And now that this crime has been exposed, the song's injured author must suffer a putdown over the very same song. Here is an example of the evil I oppose in my current campaign. Someone last night told me that he has your sound. Apparently this is supposed to intimidate me. Does this indicate more fraud with my music? Well, I would not be impressed with anyone who has my sound. Monkeys may imitate, but it takes an artist to create. No one but I can author those songs of mine which you have not yet heard and for which you seem to have such an appetite. Here is where the evil of the industry's music fraud insults the very creative talent from which it draws its profits by creating the illusion that an artist is less impressive than his imitators, another example of the evil I wish to smash for the public good. I can tell that everyone around here reads my blog posts. Yesterday, some schoolyard kids kicked their soccer ball over the fence as I was passing and I heard one of them say 'never mind'. Of course, I gladly returned the ball to them. Such children have been specially targeted by the evil that made criminals respectable with my work on the television. While I may occasionally break down from the stress of their unwarranted insults, I can't help but love children. And I have noticed a slow but steady improvement in their behavior around me over the last few years. It may be for their sake more than for any other that I continue on in this struggle. Children show us all the time, by the ease with which they laugh and play, that riches are less important than how we feel inside. I feel very good at the moment and I'm sure that it is more than I can say for anyone who gained riches from stealing my work. This may be the truth that the industry fears the most and it will prove to be my most powerful weapon against the evil it has created.
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