Tools of Oppression

My foot is still hurting, but I work on it anyway. Not much fun going to a warehouse job with a sore foot. We have no more doctors or nurses in Canada. They've all moved to the U.S. for bigger paychecks. If you get hurt in Canada, you just have to do without medical attention.

I noticed a police van outside my place of employment at around 11:45pm last night (Saturday night). It reminded me of all the times that cops would come around to check on the lies about me that circulate on the internet. They sure tell a lot of nasty lies about me behind my back, eh? Those cowards. Anyway, the cops didn't stick around. They left as soon as they saw me come out to the loading docks. Coincidence?

It's the kind of thing that happens to you when your work is popular but Google wants to hide its popularity from people in your region. Every fraud on the internet wants to cash in your popularity and it causes you endless grief. It's been wrecking my life for the better part of twenty years on this website, my first account in which was opened in 1999. Did they lie about that fact? How many times now? Too bad we can't shame them in some effective way, but the media won't pass the truth on to their millions and millions of mindless viewers. They'd rather see me suffer because I threw their NBC colleague in a prison cell where she belonged. (Hey, somebody had to do it.)

If another image defiling fraud is responsible for another one of these unnecessary police checkups, I'm sure the media will not report it. These frauds are heroes to the media because they put stardom first above everything, especially above their own consciences. I'm nothing like such shallow, power-thirsty twits, so that must be why they're so interested in stealing my work. My beautiful words make them look innocent while they rip you all off, and the media has already proven that they zealously support this kind of criminal behaviour. After over twenty years, I'm still waiting for them to prove to me that they're human. Better not hold my breath.

I stub my toe on a door frame and everyone is told that I got beat up in jail. How nice. Well, someone should be beat up in jail all right, but it's not a songwriting blogger who stubbed his toe. Never mind beating them up, they should be mercilessly decapitated before cheering crowds. Oh, but then the media would distract everyone with some new stupid virus scare and I'd be alone in the stands to savour the justice.

Are you pleased about this, Google? I share good work on your Blogger site and good music on your YouTube site. And what do you do in return? You [pardon my English] fuck me in the ass with it for all the rest of my time on earth. Are you pleased?

Do any of you know how it feels to be falsely accused? What were you falsely accused of doing? Was it pedophilia? Was it music fraud or comedy fraud? Did they tell whole populations that you went to jail or prison? Did they tell whole populations that you were beaten and humiliated in prison when it wasn't true? How may times did this happen to you? Five times? A hundred? A thousand? Over how long a stretch of time, twenty years? Well, we're so fortunate here in the developed world to have a technology in place to stop police from incarcerating innocent poets on the word of liars. But wait, what if everyone thinks you're dirty because of all the dirty things they hear about you? What if everyone thinks you're guilty when you're innocent? Wouldn't that be almost as bad as really being guilty? All right, so I know I'm not a pedophile and I know I write my own work and own the copyright to all of it, but it's not enough. I hate what has been allowed to happen to my image on this cursed website. If there's any justice in this world, my image will be restored to its rightful state.

Otherwise, I say that 'copyright protection technology' is nothing more than a tool of oppression and the very last thing any schoolboy in Grade Six needs in his God given brain. If you're a show biz insider, you know exactly what I'm talking about - and expect to be disappointed by the 'magic shows' of your bogus and/or mediocre stars from now on. Oh, say, did someone slap someone? Wow, how fascinating. Let's talk about it for the next year while innocent people are getting blown away by assault rifles and the news doesn't report it because it happens so much. Their coverage may be worse than the crime.

I would have had a much fuller, happier life before the invention of the automobile. All it did was stretch every place I need to go beyond walking distance, create jobs for robots, and turn laziness into a virtue. I wish I could go back in time and kill Henry Ford before he ruined our future. It all started with that fat assed convenience he wanted to sell. From there we got the smoke stacks really pumping out the poisons - and how is everyone enjoying their summer this year? Then we had those two extremely destructive wars back in the 20th century. Yes, Hitler must have loved Ford for enabling the Blitzkrieg. And today is there any indication of a reversal of this negative trend any time soon? No, we're fighting with advanced weapons and spewing poisons into the air at higher levels than ever. What they don't destroy with modern warfare will be wrecked by the changing climate. I'm sure I'll be glad to leave this world when my time comes. The losers left behind can turn to their fraud stars on the internet for comfort. Let's hope it doesn't illegally use any more of what I never should have shared on this guilty website because they can't rip off anything new after I die.

By 'guilty' I refer to Google, the website that charged NBC money for my property in 2011 while I went hungry. It's an eternal crime that only happened 11 years ago, and may Google burn in hell for it. Google, may your technology punish you as it was truly meant to punish criminals. May you burn in hell for a nice long time.

Wednesday, June 6, 2018: (MADONNA WENT TO PRISON)

Who Gets to Hate?

I need to discuss hate again unfortunately. I think I better start from the top. What is hate? It is an irrational, intense dislike. The key word is 'irrational' in this definition. When you have no reason for your dislike, it is irrational. For instance, it's hateful to dislike someone because of how they look. It's 'judging a book by the cover'. But when you hate something or someone that you'd normally love, such as an artist who pleased you, the hate is even more irrational, and completely destructive.

Did I say destructive? Yes, that's another quality of hate. As such a creative soul, I consider haters to be my nemesis, and they have been proving to be just that. And do they say I hate? Am I irrational to bear a dislike for people who want to steal all my best things and tell the world lies about my dick so they can be superstars? How about when their hate train never ends? How about that phrase I still can't quite decipher, even though I've already heard it ten times today? It indicates a new hate train, I think: nothing new for me, though. Can we put a stop to it before I get brain damage?

How do news programs like Dateline present hate crimes? Who do they always point to as the haters? Isn't it always web stars? And that must make them the righteous heroes who oppose hate crimes, right? Well, I would call Ellen a hate crime. And I'd call Enola Jay a hate crime. And I'd call Mike Myers and Tina Fey hate crimes. And I'd call the Simpsons and Family Guy hate crimes. And that's just scratching the surface of TV's hate crimes, which appear to greatly outweigh anything on the web.

I'll tell you what concerns me when I hear a phrase getting repeated by a lot of different voices: not so much its content, but its indication of extreme conformity. So many different minds, happy to be thinking the same thing with the same phrase at the same time. I find it unspeakably depressing. I wish I could keep my ears uncluttered from such reminders. Or the phrase might be a popular putdown connecting me to yet another false accusation of an offence against a child. How long has it been since they stooped to that now? I think Blue Rodeo of January 2017 were the last - if I correctly interpret the attitude of those schoolgirls towards me at the time. Does Blue Rodeo know how much the public hate a pervert who targets children? And Blondie Hateful likes diaper jokes, eh? What about Nickleback? What did they say about me? And then they said, 'let's party!' Fun stuff. When we first learned about this filth coming from the Crystalids in 2010, people were sympathetic. Now, they seem to not care when it happens. They're probably disappointed when it doesn't. Looks a hell of a lot like hate to me. And do they hate bachelors? Well, better keep me single then.

8:24pm: I might need a little time off tomorrow to make a cartoon out of the next Netherwork. I can't find a picture of that game show host with the dark glasses; the really corrupt looking one. Do you know him? I don't know his name. I can't find him with my description. I guess I'll have to manage without him.

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