Present Mistypings

Bad Role Models Create Chaos I recently posted a news bulletin that blames the media for the increase in mass slayings of late. It was a comedy post which you could have taken purely as a joke, but today I'd like to say the same thing seriously. You wouldn't need to take a deadly weapon out of the hand of a teen if the media would be more responsible in choosing their idols. Someone like Taylor Swift, for instance, who they present as harmless, is actually a psychopath. Being a star is more important to her than anything. She stole her music and lied about its author to be a star. She broke the law and went to jail to be the star she is now. That's not all that different from committing a mass slaying to be a star. The same destructive ambition guides both acts. I'm old now, but I'm wise. I know I'm probably happier living the life of an ordinary worker, even though my creative talent might not be so ordinary. We could avoid a lot of bloodshed ...

The Trample-an-Artist Tour I found the news of the concert that shouldn't be happening most jarring on my nerves. I'm still shaking from it, and I've completely lost my appetite. It really spoiled my day off, but I'll survive. At least I'll have wisdom. I know, for instance, that I dare not share the new songs that keep me going these days. No fraud like Taylor Swift is going to come along and stick commercials all over them because I'm not sharing them. I'm lucky to be the source of my music, I guess. I can always have it for myself. This tune is great for keeping my hopes up. Very motivating. Wish you could hear it. This account has been malfunctioning, and it's probably no coincidence that someone who built her career out of stealing my songs is announcing a big event at the same time. Someone like that can't rise to the stage without stepping on her victim again. It makes sense. This psychopath, Taylor Swift, deserves no att...

Boycott Taylor Swift Great hack job on my Blogger page! I can't copy and paste my links. And my Youtube channel is blocked from my Blogger account. I guess that's what I get for sharing my music and comedy with Google. I posted a video on YouTube today stating strongly that Taylor Swift is a fraud whose concert should be boycotted. I've done all I can as the victim of this crime to protect the public from it, but the business would rather profit from it. All right, if you read this: Don't pay Taylor Swift money to steal my music. Just because I can't remember all the songs she stole right now doesn't mean I don't still own them. I watch PBS news to avoid commercials but they could try adding a little more detail when they report on a song thief like Taylor Swift. Still, I expect other workers like myself to have more of a heart than the music business and the media. I'm sure you don't really want to support a terrible crime like music ...

Beware YouTube's Fraud Love 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 ...

The Drowning Howl: Wednesday October 26, 2022 Hello, and welcome to another edition of the Drowning Howl, where it's not quite all bad news. The government has shown its hand with its latest budget proposals, and its apparent wish to force fiscal responsibility on the public has been met with bitter and widespread condemnation. Like it or not, however, spending cuts are on the way, and it may be time to brace for a shock. No more free rides; they're sending all the squatters to the workhouse. They say that someone has to turn those mills by hand if we want to keep our energy bills down, and that there are more than enough available able-bodied squatters. Another ecologically positive move, a return to horse-drawn public transportation, is hoped to help us stay within the confines of our shrinking fuel budget. Finally, publicly supported medical care will be limited to only the severest cases of cholera, smallpox, tuberculosis and typhus. The lactose intoleran...

Beware YouTube's Fraud Love Here's my link to my September 1/22 post here. A lot of good it did. Taylor Swift Is Fraud Gee, it's kind of like talking to a brick wall. I just had to see two videos in my YouTube selection that two promote musical thieves: Justin Bieber and Taylor Swift. They know they're guilty and I'm not concerned about any punishment for calling them out publicly. YouTube obviously cares more about making money than it does about protecting the artists who write hit songs for them. They're a filthy bunch. All I got for my music on their site was a big long nightmare with all their creepy fraud stars soaking up the limelight. I wish they could get someone human to work there. I wish someone had warned me what kind of assholes I was sharing my music and comedy with. They can't write a decent work because they have no heart and no imagination. They're just ordinary dummies who crave attention like children. They do...

An Ode to Mothers Bygone I noticed that the Queen was born the same year as my mother. My mother was very sweet, like many from her generation. Anyway, I wrote this poem last night. Hope it's appropriate. An Ode to Mothers Bygone © Copyright 2022 by David Skerkowski. In the range of mothers bygone Was the kind that marked an age Who withstood and bravely fought on Though a war would grimly rage Who confronted decades daunting As but one more trying day Who for work was seldom wanting Taking virtue as the pay With a smile always ready Wide enough to heart lay bare As a source of spirit steady Given fervently to care Not a shame to from the world hide Never smoked and never swore Said her prayers at the bedside Knees pressed hard upon the floor And the budding summer berries That we picked to spite the heat Won't without her here to share them Measure even half as sweet Still a piece I could recover Should I her example live In a ki...