You Don't Know What You're Missing

You Don't Know What You're Missing
I stopped watching TV again. It was seeing how they still support the big ripooff of my music and comedy from 2007 that drove me away. As a major fraud victim, I know they are dangerous liars that must be avoided. The most I can do to warn the world has been done here over the last fifteen years. God knows I've tried to save people, and I can now say from experience that the media suppresses me out of fear. There's something criminally wrong with people who fear talent. They shouldn't be in such a responsible position.

What keeps me going against this juggernaut of fraud made out of my work is my new work. Unlike the foolish, rash business, I don't rely on things I first shared 15 years ago. I have new work now. I'm producing about twenty verses a week and it's all new. It will inspire new music and cartoons. I hope I can keep it private this time since I get no rewards for sharing good work here.

Merry Christmas. Make sure the frauds all get paid lots of money for stealing my things. You don't know what you're missing now because of their crime. An artist can't do his God-given job in this world because there's too much interference from business. You'd have had a lot more of what you like by now if they honoured authors who know how to please you instead of gutting us.

The TV had you thinking that all my good comedy came from going to parties with my friends when it came from being alone. They had you thinking it's easy to write my songs and poems when it's rather a struggle. While my work still appears good on the surface, in the hands of so many frauds it has spread a false message that I think can be very spiritually damaging. I'm sorry I shared it, but I've learned my lesson. Perhaps I will burn my new manuscript on my deathbed.
  
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