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Did CBC actually like that abomination that Seal made out of my Bad News? That song is supposed to open up a new, positive sounding style of metal. I would call it heavy metal prozac or something. And then Seal takes the guitar out of it and clutters it with a pretentious sax solo, making it sound like something you might hear on the lounge of the Loveboat. What an ass. Someone should twist that saxophone around his neck. What are the newspapers saying about Seal now? The last I read in 2009 was that he discovered Justin Bieber. Yes, there was a story in the Vancouver Sun talking about the first legitimate internet star and how Seal showed up on his doorstep and spirited him away to Georgia for fame and fortune. So the ass who steals my songs and commits fraud with them is responsible for choosing the new stars? Well, I guess I won't be getting any breaks from him, eh? So I'm 'illegitimate' because the fucking prick that stole my music won't help me? Isn't the corporate media afraid of starting a mass crime spree by brainwashing us on behalf of their fraudulent stars? I guess they expect that the only crimes it will cause will be more commercial fraud committed by new 'stars' against me and my work. Yeah, that's right, FRAUDS! They were only trusted because I was trusted. And I was trusted because I don't bullshit people. This latest exposed crime says it all. I liked Bad News when I first wrote it. I didn't want to erase it, but my mother was still alive and I didn't want to bullshit people with my music. Seal's the one who wanted to bullshit everyone with my songs. And the corporate media wanted to bullshit their viewers with my work. Well, I won't have Seal's crime making a mockery of my mother's memory now. I'm looking forward to playing this song for Dot when I get onstage and there better not be any God damned confusion over who wrote the thing. Speaking of FRAUDS, from my limited knowledge of Mike Myers's movie, I can tell you that I also created the characters of 'Me' and 'Mini-Me', I thought of the bazooka bras, and if it had a comical doomsday machine in it, I created that, too. I also coined Goldmember for a James Bond parody of my own. And my original draft of the Austin Powers character called for 'Buddy Holly glasses and bad teeth'. That was before I developed it a little further for my cartoon, which I look forward to soon sharing with you again. This blog is getting full and will have to be closed soon. I've been telling you the truth every day now for the last six years. I'd swear it on my mother's grave. Take a look through my statements and see the kind of life I've had to live because of all the FRAUDS on TV having your trust with my work. [2:06 pm] Merry Christmas, by the way. I'm not trying to spoil your Christmas. Look what I've offered for Christmas this year: a poem, two songs and some amusing dialogues. I want my work to make people feel good - like the way it made them feel when the TV was telling them how great it is. I just had some Christmas snacks courtesy of my benefactors who run my building. Very nice. I just need to round up those violations now for my typical notice at the head of my blog. You know the one. I think I'll take Christmas off and do a little cartoon drawing. However, I'll keep this blog open for inevitable relevant additions. |
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Thursday, December 24, 2015
On My Mother's Grave
Wednesday, December 23, 2015
Ghoul
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I've been hearing Seal's name around me a lot in the last couple of years in connection with all these violations of my music, but it took my latest song post to help me recall his crime from my own experience. I wrote Bad News prematurely in 2007 after a poorly worded email from home misled me into thinking my mom had died. When I found out she was still alive, I erased the song from YouTube. That's when the business wants to party with my music: when I erase it and they can give it to their dirty, creepy stars to use for fraud. In 2007, shortly after I was tricked into erasing my Blogger account - a trick I will not fall for a second time - I clearly heard Seal ripping off Bad News on CBC FM 105.7. My mom's still alive and there's Seal celebrating her death. What a ghoul. Is Seal a family man? How unfortunate. I bet his wife secretly has the hots for me. I bet she has to close her eyes and pretend he's me to enjoy sleeping with him. I hope someone puts Seal and all his crooked gang of star friends and media helpers in a prison cell for Christmas. Then maybe I can celebrate the holiday for the first time in eight years. Glad I got all the offenders' names together in my profile. I'll add his to the front of the list this morning. [3:12 pm:] I'm back in the public library central branch to add the theft of Bad News to my list in my lyrics index. Look at the names on there. Are they the same ones that the media have been trying to build a big Christmas party out of this year? Do they want their crimes to be forgot and never brought to mind? I don't blame them. They sure are an evil, despicable lot. I can't believe they're allowed to stand in front of cameras. Those broadcasters are immoral. And they've got people here pointing the finger at me and saying 'look at him all alone, ha ha.' Yeah, go party with Seal. He's got my fucking song. Why should I get anything for it? You broadcasters are outrageous. I'll just pick up a few DVD's on my way out. I'm glad I don't watch TV or listen to the radio anymore. It probably gives people nightmares. |
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Bad News
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Tuesday, December 22, 2015
Dead Serious
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Pretty good effort on that last poem, I think. Only needed a few small touch ups this morning. Mom loved tragedies that end happily and I wrote it for her. I used to send her poems. By the way, I'm doing just fine with accepting her passing. It can be quite overwhelming when you first get news like that, which is why I wasn't sure if I would need some time off from blogging, but I see now that life goes on and you just make do with your new circumstances. I bet that guy who walked by me the other day and said 'sick', implying that I was lying about my mother, hoped that my loss would be so crushing that I would stay offline for a while and let him go around and falsely accuse me of being in jail again. How many times have these pricks falsely accused me of being in jail now? Wow. You'd think that maybe the law could step in after their first offense and clear them from the streets when they cause so much extra torment to an already wounded victim. I doubt he checked with my relatives back home or with my mother's parish priest, Fr. Ballard, a former schoolmate of mine, before he got busy spreading his hateful, malicious lies. And I'm sure he wouldn't check with my sister-in-law because she works for the police and he's probably afraid of the police. How did these miscreants get to the point where they reflexively lie about me to the whole world on a constant basis? I bet CBC and NBC and WEA/Warner and HBO and Comedy Central and MTV could answer that question easily. Just look through my indexes and see how many hundreds of my poems and my songs and how many other thousands of my posts they've illegally broadcast as their own content in the last ten years. Those lying fuckers who want to add to the grief of my mother's passing now have already told thousands of lies about me to clear the way for years of ugly broadcast fraud. Way to go, broadcasters. See the way you party? That's why I'm glad I'm not with your gang. And are you as afraid of the police as the liars who tacitly work on behalf of your crooked programs? As usual, their lies are stupid. They think people tell lies about their parents to get sympathy. Maybe that's what they would do, but what's so tragic about my mother's death? She was eighty-nine years old and in constant pain. I think her continued suffering was more painful to me than her death. While it's sad to lose such a reliable source of love and warmth, it's hardly a tragedy after she lived such a long and fruitful life. My dad is eager to join her company. And why would I expect my readers to run to me with open arms now after having my heart torn out in front of them by this crime and being left alone to defend myself against the animals in this crooked business for so many years? No, I've learned to live without such sympathy. Oh yes. What is frail, police? Is that a place where you're in jail when you're walking around free on the street? Sounds pretty pointless. If it exists, it must be where you put the all the culpable production workers in this wicked affair. There sure are a lot of undesirables cluttering our streets nowadays. The government saves money by dumping them on the poor instead of incarcerating them. I think that if we can't afford to build enough prisons to clean up our streets, maybe we should build some labor camps in the far north to make up for it. It would sure give me a break. |
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Monday, December 21, 2015
The Eloquent Pair
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Two born on the eve of the snowy Yuletide Whose first pleas for warmth were by mere moments spaced Whose mothers beheld them with joy and with pride Like beacons of hope in the strange world they faced The first to a kindred of long-standing roots In opulent splendour, to ample acclaim The second in modest surroundings as suits One starting out life with a commoner's name Towards advanced goals was the privileged one steered By which words do the working, rather than hands As the son of a tanner was the other boy reared Where he might have to yield to a few more demands To invention the firstborn applied the tuned string Though his progress lay irksomely shrouded in doubt A great deal could be made with the notes he could sing But he had not the fingers to let it all out The nimble subordinate's needle and thread Zigzagged through leather at dazzling speed But his capable hands could not get him ahead For more joyful pursuits, to be free of his need War came upon them, stern and severe Sweeping them off to commensurate ranks As a medic, the humbler stayed to the rear While his opposite bravely commanded the tanks As approached the next Yuletide, by a shattering rebuff With the shells raining down, the tank captain was struck The medic responded adroitly enough To recover the wounded for the fight against luck The wounded went right away under the knife Of the doctors who offered the peak of their care From the outset they knew they could salvage his life But his poor smashed up arm was beyond all repair Among the recovering, he soon was aware Of the cruel dilemma this Christmas would bring As a one-armed composer with new work to share With what instrument would he make his songs ring? At his side stood a visitor, following through With his duty to see to the health of his case And the strains were more lively from his point of view On the battered guitar he had brought from the base The great virtuoso transformed the sad lot Inspiring his captain to lift up his voice And the eloquent pair from performing ceased not Until even the beds in the ward would rejoice Two born anew in an unlikely place As masterful makers of glorious song Perhaps smiled upon by miraculous grace May their acquaintance be pleasant and long |
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Insufferable
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I recall another prominent paragraph from my last posts in 2007 when I felt helpless against the fraud that was being committed all around me: 'the game is rigged, folks...' I've added it to the lengthy list of George Carlin's plagiarisms. Imagine him passing himself as being on the side of his fans with words he stole from me that were probably originally about him and his fucking crimes. What an ass. Oops, looks like I almost forgot to include that hilarious line I first shared about pet peeves. What kind of half-assed lie are the countless people who derived their living from committing fraud or helping to commit fraud with my original work using to explain my freedom to add more and more to this account after they told everyone I lied? It must be a really stupid one, but it would still be believed, as long as it was supported by the broadcast industry. So if you hear a really ridiculous explanation as to why I've never been arrested or incarcerated, maybe you're talking to another one of the cowardly culprits. The way the TV drums up sympathy for criminal creeps and leaves their victims in the cold is truly horrible. Poor David Frum: his mother died twenty years ago. Poor, poor Mike Myers: his father died in 2006. So he should be allowed to steal my creations and spin them into billion dollar movies for himself, right? Well, you tell that thief that I didn't want to make a cartoon series out of Austin Powers, but I'm going to do it just to seize possession of my character from him and his illegal movie. Merry Christmas, asshole. You know that these bad broadcasters don't think very much because they don't want to face the terrible truth about their crimes for even a second. If they were capable of thinking about this at any length, they'd realize that my work comes from suffering. That means that if all these glorious stars need to steal it, they don't suffer enough to produce work of equal quality for themselves. Their idea of suffering is having to wait in line for admission to a smart restaurant. Poor them! You better go help them to feel better. Fuck their victim, right? |
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Sunday, December 20, 2015
Are You Reading This?
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I've added more examples of statements I erased from my 1999-2007 account that ended up in George Carlin's HBO standup routine to my recent statement entitled George Carlin's Plagiarism. What does Bill Maher think about them? Does he think I'm lying? Why doesn't he tell the police to come and take me to jail for committing web fraud? Has he been broadcasting any clips of his deceased friend ripping off my blogs in the last five years? I'll be visiting with lawyers to find out if he has. And I'll be taking severe action against him and his show if he's trying to keep his friend's memory alive at my expense. Bill Maher wants you to think that the police just let me go online everyday and reclaim more and more of what used to appear on television as the copyright protected property of corporations. He thinks no one believes me. If that were true, I'm sure I'd be dead for falsely accusing so many popular stars of filthy fraud. No, I think my argument makes quite a lot of sense. I'm alone and Bill and his buddies are just a bunch of predators who attack me because they think I'm weak. And by their cowardly character assassinations and evil fraud, they've managed to keep me alone through this whole ordeal. I could use a phone right now, but if locals listen carefully to my post of Friend in Need, maybe they'll recall hearing its chorus playing on that Telus TV commercial back in 2008 - twenty times a day. So if you can't trust the phone company, you just have to do without a phone. And you won't find out that your mom died until a week later. Does Maher think I'm crazy for saying I heard voices? Dateline should play that show for them about stars who knew they were going to be big. Sid Caesar was among the stars interviewed. He looked up to heaven and said he heard 'the celestial choir'. Why was this news in November 2007 and 'crazy' now? And does anyone recall that web musician they invited on there? He was big, all right - for five minutes! Dateline took care of his star, eh? Poor fucker hung himself after going on that show. I'm glad I didn't make the same mistake. I still have a future. Oh, and Bill, how did I know that that musician killed himself in 2009? I just know, that's all. I can't explain it. And my faith in God is very similar. Are any of these greasy TV shows still ripping me off? All we have to go by is what I've already rewritten. I don't know about you, but I heard a commercial on the radio promoting Nickleback with the chorus of Fool's Paradise right up to the middle of 2014 - just before I inadvertently rewrote it and re-posted it. So whatever good content you might find on the TV shows I've accused might very well just be something else I shared in the past. Does the Georgia Straight remember the past? Like that 90's cartoon I sent them with the title Who Ripped Me Off? If the media is just going to keep burying the past, why should we pay any attention to them in the present? I received my first putdown as a motherless person this morning. As usual, it was from a total stranger who recognized me in the street. So I guess I'm not going to get any breaks from these kind of people, no matter how tragic my circumstances might be. It seems to be more important for a bunch of manipulating broadcasters to avoid admitting their fault in a huge and grotesque crime. |
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