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Remember when everyone thought I was retarded? When was the first time? I guess it was around early 2010, when the Crystalids were trying to explain my posts. Look at my blogs from the spring of that year. Do they look like the work of someone who just came up from the remedial class? But everyone just trusts their rock stars and TV stars without thinking about it very long, so that's the public image I suffered. One employee at Google, at least, thought that my posts were too well written for a remedial reader. She dug up my original 1999-2007 Blogger account. Hey, do you want to know something entirely unique about me? The way I answer the question, 'When you spilled milk, did it look like the moon?' Apparently, I was the only person on the planet who answered with the words, 'No, it looked like the Milky Way.' - both times. I was just recalling the memory with sentiment. It was eight years ago. That last music post, Redemption, really brings back the memories for me, too. I don't know if I used it to display my Austin Powers cartoons last time, but I bet I used something religious for it. Christ is known as the Redeemer, and I was still very deeply into my faith when I wrote it. They should work well with my Austin Powers cartoons now, though, right? Everyone would easily make the association there. I like looking at my cartoons with my guitar music playing, both works of the same hand. They fit well together, I think. It lent an air of authenticity to their evil comedy fraud when they used that in the film. They must have thought that Christ the Redeemer came to redeem their fraud. How nice that they're allowed to proliferate their warped belief through the power of cinema and broadcasting for so many years and leave me all alone against a multitude to put a stop to it. After having the public image of one who is retarded, it's really been a drag to rewrite those poems which were meant to criticize stars who stole my work. It's been very frustrating to learn that the meaning of these lampoons was reversed when they were stolen by their targets. They weren't clever enough to write a poem in their defense, so they stole mine and said they wrote it about themselves. That reverses my message from its intended bitter criticism to an absurd, charming, and magnanimous self portrait. This frustrates me, but it should outrage you. You were supposed to be laughing at them, but they deceived you into laughing with them. And it was less of a laugh because it had no truth behind it. So how does TV work? First of all, what is its purpose? You should gather that by who owns the network or station. Clearly, its purpose is to sell products. It struggles to find more efficient ways to do this as time goes on. I believe that it has found that it can sell more products to a stupefied population. I don't think it's just a diversion anymore, I think it's a hazard. I can't imagine the brain crippling effect of so much of my music and poetry and comedy being used irresponsibly on the population like that for so many years. I'm glad I was able to avoid it. But for sure, these damn evil predators can't swoop down on the middle of a crowd and seize a victim like myself in their talons and fly off, back to their damn exclusive perch in the Hollywood Hills, unless the crowd is under some sort of blinding, disabling influence. I'm sure it works just as well for their sponsors as it does for their stars. 8:05pm: I had to return to the library one last time today to add a few more words. First of all, I've looked up the word stupefy in the dictionary and it is the right word for television's effect. It does not mean to make you stupid. It means to render you incapable of thinking or feeling properly. What's the proper way to thank an author for writing something that brings you pleasure? Is it to hurl eggs at his window and call him names? As for the sponsors, let's think of a more neutral example. How about a garment merchant? He takes a snapshot of a gang of shirtless street youths in matching jeans that are bursting at the crotch and then what? I have to break my fingers trying to fish change out of my front pocket because I didn't try my new jeans on first. I think people are making some pretty stupefied fashion choices out there. |
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