The Real Numbers

Usually after a crime has been exposed, the victim enjoys a hundred percent public support, but in the case of the murderous fraud committed with my web posts by the persons above, I am told that I currently rest at 'fifty/fifty'. Could you broadcasters explain this? Perhaps you already have tried to do so with the latest round of assaults on my image, consisting of the prepubescent putdowns, jerkle and turkle. Can I take this to be the combined output of your entire creative staff across a hundred channels? If so, it won't be nearly as impressive in court as the things I've been writing about you, but it would certainly explain why you depended so heavily on my erased posts for so much of your content and salaries over the last ten years. Jerkle reminded me of my Jerk Alert script, in which a queue jumper is brutally assaulted by a gangster who has been planted in the line ahead of him. Last night, someone tried to jump the queue ahead of me for a free hot dog and I recalled the source of that scene when I originally shared it in 2007. And could you broadcasters tell us all who stole it and paid himself for it? Wasn't it one of you? Wasn't it Jay Leno or someone like that? Did he have to stand in a long queue and wait for a handout too? No? But I'm a jerk, right? Why? Because I want to defend myself against your crimes? Or am I a jerk because I tell undesirable readers to fuck off? Why do they come here if they don't like me? If it's against my will, aren't they sort of breaking and entering? Why would they rather hate than love? Is this the effect of too much television viewing? Why do they leave nasty remarks on my web pages? Isn't that like defecating in a neighbor's yard? But I'm a jerk, right? Yeah, great thinking. I should help the rest of you to accurately assess this appearance of 'fifty/fifty' support, though I may not even be working with reliable information by discussing it. My experience tells me that people are approximately five times more willing to express dislike than they are to show approval. That cuts the fifty percent figure representing my total number of detractors to a mere ten percent against roughly ninety percent popular support. Further to this, the industry which has committed these foul crimes would bash its victim to protect its reputation and employs full time 'staff' to do so. These efforts must also be factored in to reduce the remaining ten percent of those appearing to be against me to a real, much smaller, single digit figure that is hardly worth mentioning outside of Vancouver. Broadcasters dislike reality and go out of their way to shield themselves and us from it with their cameras. Since 2011, I have been beset by productions, which first surrounded me at the Hotel Europe and now clutter my footpath to the library. Each time I walk through a production, I feel as though I'm being molested. Perhaps I am. The latest obstacle seems to have been to highlight a boring band and to deface the local war monument to fallen soldiers by surrounding it with what looked to me like dinosaur dung. Such an act would insult Canada's fallen war heroes. Maybe that ground tremor I felt yesterday morning was their displeasure. These people who steal poems and songs and scripts are so spoiled and comfortable that they lack the passion to produce such works themselves. Their consequent apathy is proven by their senseless mockery of the finest elements of our humanity, from the the talent of our artists to the the courage of our soldiers. They don't see that my creative process is painful and they were hailed as artists with my work while escaping the suffering that gave rise to it. That means that they are owed a tremendous amount of suffering to make up for their crimes; far, far more than they ever could impose on me with their one-word, backstabbing putdowns like jerkle and turkle. On another matter, who played Chair? Was this recent? Please prosecute the responsible violators of my music copyright. I probably won't be using Chair, by the way, but I do like it.
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