Too Late for Justice

Well, these salt and pepper whiskers are sprouting out like ants all over my chin. They certainly are unsightly. That must be why yesterday's visitor from the news room had his camera pointing up from a low angle. Did everyone watching TV yesterday receive a nice panoramic view of my advancing age to help them lose faith in me so that they could go back to unconditionally loving their obnoxious TV's? Was that a live broadcast or were they forced to kill it after I protested? Who calls me pot? You're too late. I've been forced to give up that pleasure so that I can save my disability checks. Why don't you track down that interview of Keith Richards on YouTube? I bet he just finished shooting heroin before the camera started rolling. He boasted of how he got his 'share of knickers every year.' And thanks to people who now call me pot, he gets my share of my knickers every year, as well. Who said that it doesn't look like I'm in command? Let me see if I have this straight. A bunch of criminal assholes are caught stealing my songs and blogs behind my back and it makes me look bad. Is that right? Do I have that right? It's a good thing you offered your brilliant insight because I would never have arrived at such a conclusion on my own. Hey, it's September 11th. When I think of death and destruction and chaos and lies and huddling survivors, I always think of President George W. Bush. I doubt that it's a coincidence that the principle, most commercially successful violations of my copyright by trusted broadcasters began around the year 2000, with the theft of my first one act play, and extended to the year 2008, with Beyonce's theft of my YouTube post Under My Umbrella. By the way, who listens to the 'top forty' these days outside of the people in the top forty? And who still thinks the TV is worth watching? I've had to let old friends pass me in the street without returning my greeting because I doubt they could stand to live in the pressurized nightmare created for me by irresponsible broadcasters and their crooked stars for even a few moments. Perhaps later on, when I have something nice to share with them, they will want to associate with me. But if they only want to be my friends under favorable circumstances, I'll be better off without them. [12:44pm] I have just returned from my morning meal, which is all I will eat today. There were few others in the queue, indicating a government payout of some kind, perhaps a GST refund. So today I got an extra sandwich. That should sustain me until tomorrow. While I really have no excuse for my addiction to nicotine, I must admit that it helps me to cope with the pressure of passers-by pinching their noses when they see me in the street, as happened again on my way here. If I were a fraud like the Crystalids or like this latest racist asshole, who stole whole sets of my songs, I could cruise by them in my limousine and not have to suffer their abuse. Isn't that right, you industry people who keep signing such creeps to major labels with songs you know they stole from me? And what would happen if I wanted to play my songs after all this? I think that the liars who have made my life so miserable with their backstabbing online violations of my work and image would probably tell everyone around here that I was one of these offenders I've been reporting in this blog so that no one would come out to support me. And that is why I will likely have to visit lawyers about this problem before I even set foot on a stage. If you're waiting for me, please be patient. The most vile aspect of these industry supported violations of my copyright and image, at the moment, is that the industry cannot repair its reputation in my absence, as they have chosen to attempt, without causing further harm to my image and my reputation. Just as they tried to bypass my authority to take possession of my works, they now wish to dismiss their obligation to make up for the harm they caused me. This leaves me as a victim of their crime who they must further step on, in order for them to win back the public favor. It is quite an excruciating position for me to be in, especially when I must live on the margins of society among many of the very culprits who played a role in crimes against me on the web. And here's another good one I heard about myself. I framed all these stars! They want you to think I spent sixteen years pouring my heart into my music and poetry and comedy not to have any success with it, myself, but merely to frame stars and live in poverty. Sadly, it seems that a lot people believe any stupid old lie they hear about me. And since there has been so much support for the crimes with my work and I seem to only have the police on my side, few people out there have any compliments or encouragement to offer me, even if they are dependent on me as a regular provider of stimulating intellectual diversion. But I recall how in 2010, shortly after the Crystalids were exposed as musical frauds, someone on the radio mentioned a forty-nine-year-old hockey player who had been signed to a five year contract. Now, following the demise at my hands of a power thirsty witch who counted herself as one of his corporate colleagues, forty-nine is old.
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