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The other night I could have sworn I heard someone laughing like a parrot. Was it Tina Fey? If so, was she mocking me or suffering another humiliating punishment for her fraud with my scripts and poems? Maybe the latter is just wishful thinking, like when I could have sworn I heard Ellen Degeneres screaming in pain shortly after I rewrote and shared Sappho Asparagus in 2014. On the other hand, it could be my intuition's way of telling me that these stars were really punished for stealing my things, which we cannot rely on the embarrassed media to tell us now, since they so wholeheartedly hyped the massive music and comedy fraud committed with my work. Do you see how the media ignores me? Look how thoroughly they ignore me. Look at what happened last year in the middle of their Blue Rodeo celebration. The band gets hauled away, the concert is postponed[?], then when they perform, they're barred from playing their most popular numbers: the songs they stole from my YouTube account in 2007. And I remained ignored through the whole thing. A whole big public event planned around my music in January 2017 and I stayed completely ignored from the start to the finish, even as I publicly protested their fraud and demanded justice through the whole miserable episode. Do you know why the media ignores me? Because they need me to be dead. They expected me to be dead by now and planned all of their actions of this time around my death. They didn't think I'd survive to rewrite so much of the work that their stars stole from me and all they know how to do is to proceed as though I'm dead. As long as they ignore me now, they prove the murderous intent they had for me all along. I've lost count of all the attempts on my life since I started sharing popular work on the internet, but I've listed many of them here. First there was the actual crime of fraud with my music and comedy, which left me painfully stripped of my redeeming qualities as a human being in front of the eyes of the world. Each time I was falsely accused of plagiarizing my content or tracing my drawings as a result of this fraud, I consider it an attempt on my life. Signing the Crystalids to steal over seventy of my songs was certainly a murder attempt. This band devoted much of its career to harassing me, stirring up public resentment towards me, chasing me around town in a limousine, and visiting my apartment when I wasn't home to spread malicious lies about me to my neighbours and friends, as well as planning real murder strategies that would have secured their fame for all time. I also consider the sexual escapades of such offenders as genuine assaults on my life. Such assaults were intended to cripple me sexually, drastically reducing the potential for pleasure in my life and making suicide much more desirable. And remember when that big load of stadium glass almost fell on me and crushed me in 2008? Wouldn't that have been a lucky break for the Crystalids? But I would consider it murder because I shouldn't have been working in such hazardous conditions as a roadie after I wrote so many hits the previous year. There are many examples of murderous intent on the part of the broadcasters who supported this evil crime. If I called the suicide prevention line in late 2007 and was laughed at, I would consider that a subtle murder attempt. If every news channel on TV rhymed their news reports to mock my lengthy efforts of poetry writing in 2007, that was a subtle murder attempt. Oh yes, and if a news program rounded up all my friends and relatives from my home town to take them away from me, that is a subtle murder attempt. After all, what kind of life am I left with if no one pities me when I want to kill myself, if no one ever hears a single word of truth about me from their television gurus, and if I am estranged from my all my friends and relatives? Would any of you want to live such a life? I'm sure that many of you would be driven to suicide by such conditions. So the media wanted me dead. They planned on me being dead. They don't care what you want or what I want. They want me dead so they can turn all my comedy and music into a god damn fraud festival for all their vicious star friends. They prove this by ignoring me now, hoping that the unjust public humiliation I must suffer at their hands for writing and sharing my popular work will finish me off. Every day they ignore me and this account, they prove their murderous intent towards an innocent author of much popular work. You know someone's trying to kill you when they take away your paycheck and give it to someone else. Getting paid wouldn't just make my life a lot more comfortable, it would make me respectable. If I must remain in the public eye to suffer endless public reactions caused by so much shameful broadcast fraud committed with my work, I should at least be paid enough to make people respect me. They shouldn't be respecting the frauds more than the fraud victim. That's what's happening by leaving me unpaid. Leaving me unpaid is another subtle way to kill me. It's happening right now. And definitely, trying to throw me in jail for writing my own things is nothing short of trying to kill me. What would I do after I got out but hang myself? Especially if Dateline NBC were waiting to interview me while I was behind bars. Isn't that what they originally had planned for me when I rewrote Size in early 2010? How quickly others tend to forget these flagrant attacks on my life. And then they expect me to go out and perform when I'm still in a state of shock. Maybe I'll get over it if I ever stop rewriting my old songs and blogs. Don't blame me for that either. I can't help it, I'm just being myself. I wanted to enjoy my music when I wrote it and shared it, but the experience has not been altogether rewarding. I wish I could have written more new songs, but nature wouldn't have it. The experience of rewriting so many old songs and blogs has been painful because of the traumatic memories it awoke, reminding me of a horror that I'd found necessary to drive from my mind. Then having to fight for my ownership of the work and having to suffer unfair comparisons with the bands who stole my music added even more stress to my situation. This conspiracy of comedy shows who stole my blogs to support bands who stole my songs has me utterly rejecting the media now. I don't hate the crowd, though. They're just normally trusting the media. A lot of people in the media knew about the crimes against me as they occurred, knew how much misery it would bring me, and chose to celebrate, as I writhed on the cross of agony. You can't blame me for my resentment. |
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