Google Who Do You Blame?

Google Who Do You Blame?


Copyright 2007, 2010: Words and Music by David Skerkowski.

Above: It's still online in my (Google's) YouTube account after almost 12 years. I found myself rewriting it while facing impending homelessness at my old apartment. Yes, I was only a few days away from a homeless shelter when I rewrote Easy from my suffering life. And why did a band of rich, spoiled rock stars make millions of dollars from it when it came from my poverty?

So, Google and NBC, you have done a great job of convincing people around here that I'm to be stepped on. Last night someone threw a rock at my window and just now someone slurred me from across the street at 6:30 in the morning. That should make all those crooked, jealous stars of yours happy. What I want to ask Google especially, though, is who do you blame for this?

Google, do I deserve to have rocks thrown at my window now just because I want to stand up for my intellectual property? I already had eggs thrown at my window for writing all those songs you gave away. And I already suffered putdowns for telling the truth about all my thousands of blogs that you gave away. And I tried to get a lawyer at the time but some rich a**hole must have bought them all off. They sent me home with my disk full of evidence. With no other choice, I tried to forget my music, but your stars wanted to harass me with my own hits. And now, is it right for me to still be taking insults from their fans?

You and NBC never gave me a break. You wanted to make a stooge out of me in 2011: 'Hey, David, how'd you like to open for Nickleback?' 'Sure. Gee, I hope they do Nonchalant.' Or, 'Hey, David, come and play on Saturday Night Live.' 'Sure, great, they're funny as hell...'

You've long known that I don't want to be a star, and so you cashed in all my music and comedy so it wouldn't 'go to waste', but you sure as hell never paid me for the kind of stardom I've been receiving since 1999. I'm getting older now and I would like peace. I write my news bulletins to amuse myself, and, if no one else likes them, I really don't care. They never give me anything when they like it anyway. I don't want anything from them - just peace. And who disturbed this peace, Google? Is it my fault? Who's responsible for security on your website? Me?

This has been a lifelong pain. I'm thinking of quitting my job soon and moving to Victoria where I can be close to the cyber-defence lawyer I've been referred to. Your website ruined my image by letting a bunch of pyrhannas tear my life-work to shreds. Someone needs to keep a closer eye on it. I'm a peaceful man, but I have suffered too much provokation now. Don't underestimate my legal capabilities as the victim of this continuing crime.

Is this post not popular enough? Is it not amusing enough? Too bad George Carlin isn't around to turn it into a joke for you so you can cash it in with my comedy scripts. You know, like he did with those blogs I wrote about suicide after finding my friend hanging from a ceiling hook. You know, all that hilarious material that came from my friend's suicide, all the thoughts it sparked about how men are better at suicide than women and how some get turned on by autoerotic asphyxiation, and so forth. Who's getting paid now for this intimate thought I shared for free on Blogger in 2005, now that Carlin's dead? Well, not me, at least! I get to see the money coming out of my veins and arteries for it on YouTube all the time, though. Thanks. Oh, am I not allowed to be a suicide victim with my own words? Was I too funny when I poured out my heart? If so, it worked out a lot better for you than it did for me. That sure happens a lot.

Do you want to know why youth is unhappy? Because they trust you and you have them thinking they can't be happy unless they're big important stars. But I know, from my personal experience of your stars' miserable behaviour, that they are not at all happy or even contented with the success they've already had. Don't blame me for wanting to live an entirely different life from theirs. And if I produced higher quality material than they did, maybe it's because I'm not in music or comedy to be a star but just for the music and comedy. And that's also why I'm happier than they are, in spite of all the trouble they cause me me behind my back.

I wrote and shared my work for free, but you have a certain crowd around here taking sides against me with the ones who stole it and charged money for it. They trust evil stars who picked their pockets with stolen music or comedy. Are you proud of being able to make your informational dependants betray themeselves in this way? And don't you sort of use me as a gauge to see how much power you have over the public? Doesn't it please you when the public hates me? Doesn't it confirm your power to play God with my songs and blogs and decide who all had the talent to create them? Is it legal to treat your users the way you've treated me? Do you think it's a crime to write and share music and comedy strictly for pleasure and not for money? Isn't it illegal for others to collect money from my blogs and music, even though I first offered it out for free?

What kind of a future do you want me to have after all my songs and poems and blogs got stolen on your website by so many strangers I can't count them all? I gather that you want me to spend the rest of my life taking insults from strangers who think they're clever when they twist my name around into the word 'scarcity', which I take to mean that my thousands of posts that you and your stars cashed in were not enough for him. Do you think that's an appropriate putdown for a man who single-handedly filled all the content of your comedy shows and music programs for the better part of five years, though perhaps too long ago now for a lot of your new young 'target groups' to remember? Does it mean it never happened if you never tell them about it? Or maybe someone's getting his information from one of the hacking wonders on your site that have hacked my account year after year after year. Lord knows you've done nothing to discourage such crimes with my posts.

Oh, yes, I talk about Christ a lot because his teachings give me hope that justice exists - if only in his conceptual kingdom. It's a place that gives me hope because you and your rotten stars and your greedy lawyers have taken away all my hope on earth. I do a nice thing that makes people feel good and all your website has done has been to punish me for it every time - too many times. Without God, there are only corporate tyrants to make the rules. Maybe that's okay for you, but not for me. I need to believe there is a higher power that will hold you accountable for the harm you bring to innocent people in your race for profits. But, go ahead and stay atheist, by all means. If I'm right, it won't save you. God punishes us from love, in order to help us build character and correct our behaviour. He loves you so much, I bet he can't wait to show you.

I love it when Christ says, “Blessed are you when others revile you and persecute you and utter all kinds of evil against you falsely on my account." What would be considered 'on his account' - for Christ's sake, if you will? How about truth? How about the truth of why an artist writes a song? How about the truth of how God unevenly distributes his gifts to men, as in the Parable of the Talents? All you have done in twenty-three years of me sharing my work with you is to let everyone think my authoring talent belongs to several hundred strangers, as if it were that common. This is pure evil. It's practically black magic. You and your broadcasting friends preach the opposite of scripture, you all know that? And I think it may destroy our youth right along with my legacy. Thank God for justice in heaven. That's where I'm going.

One last thought, though, about the hostility I'm encountering. Should I be worried about another dog assault, Google? Another one, like the one I suffered in September 2015 over defending my song Easy from AC-DC. You know what I heard someone saying after that attack? "Well, I didn't know!" They didn't know. They were AC-DC fans that thought I was lying about my song Easy that I rewrote and posted on YouTube in December 2010. And I got chewed up by a big pitbull over that in September 2015 when I opposed AC-DC coming to town. I got thrown right to the pavement. Wow. All because you, Google, do so little to undo the fraud committed with my music on your YouTube. You bury my evidence where no one can find it and leave me to look like I'm 'crazy' to my neighbours when I raise a real copyright issue. You want people to think I'm joking when I'm serious, or vice versa. And I've noticed a lot of dogs around lately. Should I be worried? I guess you don't give much thought to my health and safety when you see all my songs getting ripped off on your website. Don't expect me to commit suicide for you, though. I'm not nearly as weak as you hoped.
  
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