Birthday Thoughts
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Happy Birthday to me! I'm fifty-seven. Wow. Didn't think I'd ever get so old. So, this year the media taught me the birthdays of two among the large group of plagiarizing creeps who stole from my blogs: Leonard Cohen and Taylor Swift. Leonard Cohen stole my poem Buck Henry in its original form as I shared it in 2007 - at least twelve verses. A little voice in my head told me how stupid I was to expand it from four verses when it was destined to be stolen by Leonard Cohen, but I didn't listen in 2007. I was stupid, though, as it turned out. I should have listened to that voice, the one that told me it was wrong to try to create good work and share it for free on Blogger. Imagine that. If you're talented, you should stay off the internet or you will be severely punished. And can you think of a more severe punishment than having to see years of your hard won life-work passed off to frauds by the very media that should be supporting you? I shouldn't be celebrating my fifty-seventh birthday, I should be dead. That's clearly what all those broadcasters wanted for me, while they gave all the rewards for my work to their pets. Everyone is talking about fake news these days but no one ever gets it right. It's always applied to politics; but when you have two diametrically opposed political parties, how can either one of them be telling the truth? They're both liars. They're both peddling fake news. It's nothing like the real fake news going on with the big corporate effort to support music fraud and comedy fraud and suppress its victim. That never gets mentioned except by the the victim of the crime here. Then they hack my account so no one can read it. Nice gang. Some very big stories never got mentioned, like Madonna's trip to prison in 2014. Let me tell you something, when Madonna's being punished in a prison cell, nothing can give a more false and misleading impression of her whereabouts than to broadcast one of her concerts on TV. It's not only fake, it's evil. That's all you get from them. I'm a little tired of these devil worshipers apparently setting the decency standards with all their warnings about language and sex and graphic imagery. If they ever broadcasted what they get up to as soon as their cameras are switched off, they'd probably have to censor the whole clip by their own standards. You'd be glad they spared you the sight, too; it's enough to turn your stomach - at least if you are a decent person. What an insulting joke on the public they play 24/7. How they must hate us. Anyway, it's my birthday, and if anyone is reading out there, I'm having a nice birthday by myself. I consider myself better off alone than I would have been as a star. As a star, I would have been just as alone, except I would have been surrounded by a mob of false friends. That much is clear in hindsight, and I know I'm better off by myself. At least I can trust my company. If anyone from the media is reading, I'm the guy who wrote the six hours of three-minute songs that you hyped in the hands of frauds. I'm the guy with the warm heart who put it all into his writing so your reptile stars could look human on TV. I'm the honest worker who your crimes gave the face of a charlatan, followed by the image of a psychopath. I'm the average income earner whose songs and stories earned you millions. I'm the bleeding victim of your countless copyright violations who you are too embarassed to admit even exists. I just wanted to remind you of why I hate you so much and why I would be happy to see you burn in hell. Unlike you, I haven't blinded myself to your wrongdoing for the last fifteen years or so. I still must live with it every day. I also wanted to tell the truth about who I am, because, in over fifteen years of your stars ripping off my music and comedy, all you ever did was lie about it. |
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