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8:07pm. Wanted to play my guitar earlier, but I was interrupted by a very determined foe. After a few bars, I noticed him on my left arm and struck him off. I lost sight of him and went back to my guitar playing. A few minutes later he was on my right arm. I slapped him and got him. Grose. This after I paint and bleach and spray and launder and bleach and spray and spray and spray. Everything is practically sterilized in my room, but I must have had my door open too long. And I asked the manager, who has stopped cleaning since we left that non-profit that sent us the violent criminals, if we could get the exterminator back for another treatment, and, in so many words, he refused me. So I can't play my guitar in my room right now because its too nasty for any other occupation than constant spraying and painting and bleaching. And I have to keep cleaning the bathrooms or we'll all come down with infectious skin diseases. But at least I do it right: I do it daily, not weekly. I don't wash the toilet in its own water and spread bacteria all over the thing. I clean the bath tub and I don't dump filthy mop water into it. I use the correct chemicals to clean what I'm cleaning. And this is important: I replace the garbage bag when it gets full instead of turning the can upside down into another bag and leaving it there to breed fruit flies. I refuse to use pest strips. You shouldn't need them. The last time I saw one was on a god damned pig farm. Too bad we can't get an exterminator so I can play my guitar again. Oh yeah, and how are all you rich fucking law breakers on TV tonight? See the lousy hole you threw me into with your idiotic fraud? Are you happy now? I deserve it for being talented, right? 4:46pm. Broadcasters make Hitler proud when they tell big lies. Look at all the content they can lie about in a week. You don't have enough time to look at all the content they lie about in 12 years of me being online, and I'd be surprised if you could access it in the face of so much illegal censorship on the internet. I've decided to start this blog up with this title and these posts from the last week or so because of a little slip that was made online earlier today that shows me my work is being illegally censored behind my back. It is illegal for Google or General Electric or their sounding board networks to distort my content by hiding key posts. It's illegal. It breaks the law in the most contemptible way. But these law breaking assholes only know how to break the law for everything. First they break the law to hand you all my thousands of pages in the hands of their goofy little fraud bands who don't know how to write good music. Then as I rewrite my work, they break the law and break the law around my image and my copyright claims to try to hide how they broke the law on TV for so many years with so much music fraud and comedy fraud. And now I point it out to you on the web, and they want to break the law to hide it from you. Do you think it's too radical or too militant to say that bad broadcasters deserve death? They think so. They think their current punishment - which they hide from you - is enough, just as they are about to get out and assault the same victim for the millionth time. I've simply had enough of it, and I will never change my political opinion on this subject. Bad Broadcasters Deserve Death - Continued Thursday, June 6, 2019 SPECIAL SPECIAL NOTE: TO THE COPYRIGHT ENFORCERS: I JUST SAW THE LAST EIGHT BLOGS I POSTED HERE DISAPPEAR FOR A MOMENT FROM MY LIST. AM I JUST TYPING IN THE WIND HERE? IS THIS THE KIND OF WASTED EXPERIENCE YOU WANT TO PASS OFF TO THE WORLD AS FREEDOM? WHY DID MY POSTS BEGIN WITH 'ITS' ALL MY FAULT' JUST A SECOND AGO? WHAT HAPPENED TO ALL THE ONES AFTER THAT? CAN A BAD BROADCASTER MUZZLE HIS VICTIM WITH BACKSTABBING CENSORSHIP IN OUR ENLIGHTENED SOCIETY? SPECIAL NOTE: Tax people, don't forget to keep checking my Star Copyright Offenders Index every day for new examples of music and comedy fraud that carry a heavy tax penalty. Boy, that works good when you bleach your floor. I haven't had such an immaculate sleep in ages. But, you know, I've never lived in a place that demanded such fastidious and constant cleaning just to live a normal life there. I have to be downright militant about it. Half measures are useless against this enemy. It takes an all-out and constant effort to hold them back. So much for valuable songwriting time. I need to address the person who said I was too militant yesterday. Where did she get this idea? From me reading a cartoon book about the antifa movements of the last hundred years? And why am I always 'too-something' for these people? Maybe they're too Goldilocks. Why are they never satisfied with anything I do after my songs and my blogs were on the TV and radio, pleasing so many millions of people for such a long time? Who is this person anyway? Who is this fool? Another idiot who got caught stealing my work when I rewrote it? Does she still have your respect for lying to you with the fruits of my talent? My work makes you trust me because it shows you I'm not with the corrupt corporations. Does it still trick you into thinking corrupt corporations are on your side when it gets plagiarized on the TV and radio by some senseless moron on their payroll? Lets examine another comedy post from the past recently rewritten in last week's Rome of the Brave post: The government will be redesigning the flag for modern times. It's believed that its broad horizontal stripes wave too much like a harlot in the breeze. The new flag will comprise of a red, white and blue shield on a white field. Its red stripes will run vertically down the bottom half, with the white stars contained neatly within the blue top half. An American eagle with outstretched wings will clutch the shield from above. '...like a harlot in the breeze.' Good simile there, don't you think? Amusing? So, you IP lawyers who asked me if SNL was parodying me, why don't you ask the millions of TV viewers who saw them present the above as their own Weekend Update in 2007 if they knew I was the target of that 'parody' on TV. Or did they all think that SNL was cool because they were criticizing the growing fascism of the U.S. government under George W. Bush at that time? Did it make viewers trust these puppets of the arms industry as they inflicted serious harm on the author of the humor they were so greedily charging their sponsors for? TRUST is the key word in that sentence. Did their crime with my intellectual property make them more TRUSTED? Should a filthy lie like that make its teller more trusted? Only in the twisted logic of evil broadcasters. See what happens when I want to fight fascism in my blog? Look what the fascist broadcasters do. They plagiarize me and lie about me so you'll trust them in my place. They want you to think they're against themselves and on your side. And do you still fall for it now? On the other hand, if I'm too militant for saying that bad broadcasters deserve death, it's not according to the Bible I read. There Jesus makes clear the two types of sinners who deserve no mercy: false prophets and child corrupters. His hate of false prophets is understandable, since they lead his flock astray. A perfect example is that fake rock star from 2007-2010 with seventy-three of my songs who was called Jesus. Broadcasters must create new false prophets like that every day, judging by how many of my songs they lied about. As for corrupting children, well, I already said a little girl called me Ellen in the street, which was a false accusation of plagiarism. False accusations are one of the worst sins you can commit against a soul. So this child was brought to sin by bad broadcasters. And Christ said that anyone who brought 'one of these little ones to sin, it would be better if a great millstone were tied around his neck and he were thrown into the sea.' Looks like I'm not militant enough for the Lord when it comes to my attitude about bad broadcasters. Titles in red are the most recently recorded or re-recorded. Bad Broadcasters Deserve Death - Continued Wednesday, June 5, 2019 Tax people, don't forget to keep checking my Star Copyright Offenders Index every day for new examples of music and comedy fraud that carry a heavy tax penalty. Hey, who's calling me mental out there? Fuck you, you vile assassin. Why don't they come and take me away and lock me up then? Think they'd let me stay online with all this? Why don't they make me eat shit in prison the way my brother Roger saw crazy Jeff Hisko in 2013? Look at all these songs and blogs on this page that I repeat to the public and add to more and more. Do you think we're all blind? Do you think we're all stupid? Why don't you get the police to arrest me if I'm lying? Lying about all this is not tolerated. It's not tolerated because of the strain put on the victim by the confusion about his ownership. It's a nasty, vile crime that broadcasters want to commit against me every day. Why am I suffering this torment over my thousands of pages of work twelve years after I shared it with you, Google? Can't you protect your users from this fucking endless SHIT? What's a talented person supposed to do with his talent? Hide it from you and all your nasty stars here? What have you been in my life but a total disaster? Can't you stop these evil fucks from stabbing me in the back all the time? What do you want my life to be a record of, your failure? Or are you going to just bullshit everyone about it and try to rewrite history for these assholes who have no talent and their greedy supporters in broadcasting? Are you one of their greedy supporters yourself? Would you make more money going back to the fraud with all my thousands of pages of good content? See how much money I made with it? I'd like to have a drink at the pub next door but I bought an air conditioner. Your friend Mick never had to worry about that before he stole my music. You people out there are all getting your information on TV from fucking lunatics when it comes to how they report my work. They know damn well their stars are frauds but they go ahead and tell you they're artists. They're mental enough for a gas chamber, I think. Whereas their stars should die more slowly and painfully. Here are all the songs they lie/lied about that I've rewritten in the last 12 years. 200 songs or ten hours of music. Bad Broadcasters Deserve Death - Continued Monday, June 3, 2019 8:26pm. Another quiet weedless day at home - well, almost weedless. Time to pay for that air conditioner with a good health decision. Besides I don't need to stink up my nice, clean smelling room. I've got my day planned pretty well: lyrics in the morning, a one-hour walk in the early afternoon, then a little outdoor sketching, then guitar practice, and I close off my day with my novel. In between, I do cleaning chores around the house. You know, they told me to keep an eye on my things when I moved into this house, and they were right. Since I moved in in May 2012, I must have lost about a hundred dollars worth of small items that I left behind me in the kitchen or bathroom. Someone even grabbed a ten-dollar pack of earplugs right off my desk in my room a while ago, and I needed them badly. I never put up any accusing notes about the crimes but accepted fault for leaving my things out and making an eyesore for the next person - especially in the bathroom. I've lost two full new shampoos so far by leaving them in the bathroom. Someone got their toothpaste stolen last night, which made me laugh because it's a basic hygiene item that's supplied to us by the crate. (See my comedy sketch Cowhide.) My guess is that the 'thief' didn't need the toothpaste, but just wanted to teach an irritating new tenant to stop leaving all his things behind him in the bathroom. This is the one circumstance where I will tolerate theft: as a punishment against wrongful transgression. (Someone gave him another tube of toothpaste.) This is a similar logic to how they justify the outrageous thefts of my songs and blogs on the web, isn't it? Was it wrongful of me to share all my work on the internet? Did it create an eyesore, having so many hit songs coming from a YouTube member? Well, I've certainly learned my lesson about it. I must accept responsibility for the theft of my songs by putting them on the internet, which is even worse than my house when it comes to crime. But I don't have to worry about sharing songs I already lost, which is mostly all I've done in the last ten years anyway. Just don't expect me to rush any new compositions onto my website.  3:21pm. I'm back at the library again after a nice walk in the breeze. The gods are laughing at me today, turning the blades of my air conditioner's fan for me. Above I've included a shot to show you how pretty they keep their gardens here. I've done a few botanical studies in the back yard, but you can't beat that colour. About these third person references I keep hearing: she knows this, she says that, and so forth - does she ever speak for herself on this topic? What's so impressive about a third person reference? Is she not allowed to contradict me, whoever this 'she' is? That would explain why she needs someone else to speak on her behalf. I'm staying nicely on top of the summer heat this year, having slowly learned my lesson over the last six years. As it turns out, heat can also draw insects by sapping the humidity out of the air. The dry air makes the perfect field for the communication of pheremones, such as those which might be sent back to the colony by a scout who just discovered a large mammal unconscious on his bed. I want to avoid that if I can. To continue on my theme of executing bad broadcasters, does anyone recall Blondie Hateful's favourable mention by the media in 2014 or 2015? Didn't they say he had a pleasant voice, or something, when he was ripping off my songs? What pen did they use to sign that thing? Did it carry any unforeseen 'externalities' that might cause me to suffer? And did they save all the money they made? Speaking of money, Revenue Canada and IRS, I think one of you should go through my Copyright Violators index at least to get back the money claimed on songs stolen out of my YouTube account. The public don't deserve to get gouged by your deduction if it was all based on a criminal act of fraud - whatever the hell the lying broadcasters want to pretend. So take a close look at the tax returns of those bands of the last 12 years. See what they claimed as income from royalties from my music and I'm sure you'll be pleased to recover it from them. Here are all the songs they lie/lied about that I've rewritten in the last 12 years. 200 songs or ten hours of music. Bad Broadcasters Deserve Death - Continued Sunday, June 2, 2019 Above: Two more songs I must rewrite from scratch because they'd rather keep lying to you about them. 4:08pm. Does anyone recall seven years ago? That was when Roxanna and her noisy friends were all going to be big stars with my new batch of songs from that year, remember? How long did that last? Well, it lasted long enough to absolutely demolish any chance I might have had of finding a better home for myself here. Yeah, no one can remember how they hated my guts because they believed I stole all my songs and I just got out of jail. That lie hit me at a vulnerable time. Stuck in this halfway hospice after seven years, where the health inspector turns his head the other way to let disease do the job of killing undesirables, I hope you can see how just one of these thousands of backstabbing lies can drastically interfere with my success. Where do you get your information about me? I live an isolated life in my little room. Who do you talk to? Do you talk to my baby brother Roger, the baby of my family who couldn't stand his older sibling getting more attention than his mother lavished upon him? Did you talk to my older brother George? How does information about my small childhood, the only information he has about me, tell you anything about me now? That's all you could get from my closest relatives, and what? You think Roxanna from two months of 2009 knows more about me than they do? You think Jeff Hisko from thirty-five years ago knows more? Why do you always go to virtual strangers who know nothing about me for your information about me? What stupid shit do you need them to tell you? What's there to know? I'm an artist who writes songs and poems and sketches, and draws cartoons. I can't make money on the web because I don't have a credit card. I never wanted a credit card because I'd rather save my money to buy things, but on the internet you don't get paid without a credit card. So now I'm slowly working on getting credit card. It takes time. If anyone wants to argue with me in the meantime, bring it on. Publicly crushing your argument will give me something to help me pass the time on the way to my goal. 3:03pm. To whomever said 'we don't want your disease' to me at 2:39pm Pacific time this afternoon, what 'disease' is that? Are you saying that my blogs and songs are being removed by your greedy broadcasters out of some sense of moral hygiene? But they're the ones who wanted it all on their schedule to start with, not me! I gave them no permission to use any of my work and spent the whole year of 2007 telling them all to fuck off and leave my work alone. Let me tell you why they must remove this content: because it's too good for them; they don't deserve it; they don't work hard enough to be represented by hard, honest work like mine. As for your disease argument, what about the money they made with all this disease? Wouldn't the money be contaminated with disease? And are they putting back the money so they don't get diseased from it? What are they doing with all those fraud profits? Revenue Canada, IRS...? Making 75% deductible charitable donations? Is that supposed to make it up to their struggling fraud victim? Why don't you go to hell now; go straight to hell; do not pass go; do not collect another person's authoring royalties. 12:56pm. I left the house to escape the stench of human failure wafting up the staircase. It's twice as bad in the heat, especially when no one wants to mop the hallway floor anymore. It really is the most disgusting smell: a combination of perspiration and dirty diapers. I wouldn't subject any decent person to it, so I have to live a pretty isolated existence here, even after all my wildly popular web posts made so many millions of dollars for dirty lying creeps. I don't suppose anyone bothered to take their eyes off of Dateline's 'news' presentation in 2011 and 2012 to notice where I was located: either in my flophouse room or in a soup line. And how many millions of dollars did Cheerios and Telus pay Dateline to talk about my life while I rotted in a soup line? Did NBC cash it all in now? Did they arrange for a comfortable retirement for each of them by perpetuating my misery? Why do people depend on such a corrupt source as the commercial media for their information? The media doesn't want to inform you, they want to control you. And do you trust stars more than reporters? As far as I can tell, I'm being held back from stardom because I refuse to be corrupted. Wasn't that a great setup for them when you trusted those stars who stole my songs and blogs so much? Their owners had the power to blackmail them if they wouldn't toe the corrupt corporate line and say only what they're told to say. They used my blogs to look rebellious because there was no risk in repeating them after I already shared them on the internet. But they didn't want their fraud stars adding any more to that content, as I do here all the time. I was supposed to be blackmailed by Dean's fraud punishment on my doorstep. You were all going to be told that 'that was me out there' getting his dick signed on the street when I was up in my room, not even knowing what this strange event was at the time, if I 'didn't play along.' (Play along with some huge secret corrupt scheme, I imagine.) You see? They won't help me because I'm not on their strings enough. They only advance 'stars' who they can use on us as puppets. So why do you trust their stars? Have you trusted Dylan since 1965? It's 2019. Dylan belongs to the establishment now. Frankly, the only star you can trust now is one who hasn't made it. I had to hear some of those putdowns last night from SNL's close circle of supporters meant to deceive the whole population. I heard about how I'm 'too intelligent.' Well, it's better than when I was too 'slow' back in 2010. Both are lies, of course. And if you want to criticize my songs that are almost identical to how I first presented them 12 years ago, you're too late: they already got stolen off the web by greedy bands who coveted my popularity. What bands ripped me off again? The Rolling Stones? Oasis? Coldplay? Nickleback? Blue Rodeo? AC/DC? These are big bands, correct? And big bands steal big songs. Big bands don't want songs that have two views; they want songs that have fifty million views. And you all liked my songs and that's why those big bands stole my big songs. And the indy bands stole my big songs so they could get big with them. That's how the Shards got big and the Crystalids got big and Taylor Swift got big and that asshole who stole the Wayfarer got big: by stealing my big songs that were more popular than anything they had. And now it's too late to criticize my music after it was so popular. And Nickleback didn't need to 'dumb down' my popular intelligent music for the crowd, but for themselves: because they're bad musicians who can't even play my music right. My comedy all got stolen for the same reason: because everyone liked it. Even if I wrote the best joke in the world, SNL wouldn't touch it unless it was popular. So what are they trying to tell you now? That it's unpopular? Isn't it too late for that argument after thousands of pages of my content had to be removed from their syndication schedule? Your TV wants to destroy culture and replace it with commercial advertising. Why is this wrong? Because advertising is warped and one-sided. Let me give you an example. I had to clean a rust stain off the tub a while ago and I bought some CLR for the task. The rust came off after about five minutes of determined scrubbing with a scratchy-pad. When I showed the manager he was amazed. He asked what I used and I said CLR. He said he tried CLR and it didn't work. I said I put some elbow grease into it. He said that 'in the commercial it just wipes off with one pass of the rag.' The commercial was full of shit. And if you want to structure your whole culture out of that, you're going to cause widespread chaos. Anyone who'd actively engage in such a disastrous plan deserves to die for TREASON, starting with all the Josef Goebbels' fans that work in broadcasting. And if you want to say that the fighting men of World War II saved civilization, you better keep a closer eye on what's going on around you today. Don't let them get away with saying that songs you favored are 'too intelligent' for you now. It's like saying you're all too dumb for my music. Don't let them insult you like that. And I'm sure you're all mostly on the ball with my comedy posts, as well. Don't let a bunch of stupid performers who need you to be dumb criticize my work for 'not being dumb enough.' Here's some of the comedy they lied about in the last 12 years: 1050 sketches where they want the joke on us. Bad Broadcasters Deserve Death - Continued Friday, May 31, 2019  One of the guys in my building borrowed Gord Hill's Antifa Comic Book from the library and let me read it last night. Its cover is shown above. I know better than to photograph any of its pages here, though I wish I could share the cartoon of the death camp victims, which I thought was decently done for such a macabre spectacle. (Naked victims are depicted clutching their throats from the waist up.) I would like to thank and congratulate the author for helping to bring me up to date on the antifa movement. Antifa is essentially anti-fascist, which is a more active position to take up against fascism than our usual verbal protests: they use fists. Since fascists want to rely on force to gain power, antifascists oppose them with force. They do not rely on police or authorities to stand up for them, which is why their actions against growing fascist movements tend to succeed. Who knows what horrors they have already saved us from? They're heroes in my books. But I would like to fill in a few spots in this book's analysis of fascism, based on my own personal experience. Antifa is a physical movement, so it's understandable that their view of fascism focuses on its brutality. They listed the chief Nazis as Hitler, Goering, and Himmler: all brutes. No mention of Goebbels. Goebbels was an extremely important Nazi. Goebbels dreamed up the idea of burning the Reichstag and blaming political enemies for the crime. He was an evil genius; the plan worked beautifully. By the time the Enabling Act was presented in parliament - similar to the U.S. Patriot Act - which gave Hitler sweeping dictatorial powers, the majority of public representatives who'd have voted against it had been incarcerated. We're lucky that Hitler didn't promote Goebbels until the botched attempt on the Fuehrer's life in 1944. Under Goebbels the population stayed loyal right through to the end of the war, in spite of enemies pouring in from all sides. Had he been promoted sooner, maybe the Germans would have won that war. I also noticed no mention of 911 in this reference, which struck me as curious. No Goebbels and no 911 in a reference about fascist movements. The day after 911, an official was asked by a conscientious reporter: 'Is this our Reichstag fire?' The question was panned. On the other hand, the book informs us that prominent U.S. industrialist Henry Ford was fiercely anti-Semitic. From there any reasonable person would assume that some of our leading citizens are still sympathetic to the fascist cause. If they are anti-Semitic, what U.S. city would they hate? Jew York City, perhaps? If they needed to fake a terrorist threat and there had to be casualties on our side to make it look authentic, what kind of casualties would be the most acceptable to them? And how much power do these men have? Don't they have their own exclusive seats on the U.N. council? Who else had the military means to turn downtown New York into a shambles like that? And don't they play with those remotely controlled weapons of theirs like children? The connection between the Nazi Reichstag Fire and 911 seems glaringly obvious to me, but maybe Hill is prohibited from engaging in that kind of argument. Yes, verboten. All arguments that contradict the official party line are verboten, right? And do you think I'm a communist? How about an anarchist? No, I'm just someone who wants to keep the freedom he was born with and sees it slowly slipping away from him year after year after year. I believe in individual freedom. I think Americans should hate fascism because it interferes with free enterprise. For instance, if an artist writes a hit song, like, say, Fool's Paradise, he should be allowed to be successful with it. See what happens under this Goebbels style of government controlled broadcasting instead? A songwriter like myself can author multiple hits, but he's obstructed from success by a paranoid power structure that only wants him to reinforce their ideology. Think of all the millions of dollars lost because the fascist TV wanted propaganda puppets like Nickleback and George Carlin with my music and comedy instead of me. They won't be making any more money on whatever I've rewritten here, and it already puts a large crater in their wicked broadcast schedule of the last twelve years. 12:43pm. I returned to post that book cover for you. As long as I'm here, I should add that I was disappointed to see that the Catholic Church tends to side with fascist movements. Fascism is attractive to powerful institutions like that, I guess. As for Henry Ford, he'd have gladly put slaves to work for him on his assembly line. According to his first batch of workers, you'd have to be a slave to accept the work conditions of his first big auto plant. But his rich fans who own broadcasting see him as a deity of some kind. [End of insertion.] By the way, what happened to Josef Goebbels? Oh, did he commit suicide? Well, he was certainly a bad broadcaster. I guess he ultimately reached the same conclusion about himself that I'd have made about him. Here's some of the comedy they lied about in the last 12 years: 1050 sketches where they want the joke on us. Bad Broadcasters Deserve Death - Continued Wednesday, May 29, 2019 It's gone back to normal weather since I posted this. That mouse hasn't paid me a visit since he came to mock my live-catch traps. After somehow squeezing under the base of a cabinet that's flush with the floor from end to end, I swear to God he did an aerial cartwheel over those traps. Then I heard him rummaging through my store of plastic grocery bags next to the fridge on the other side of the room. About half an hour later he tried sneaking out from under the couch to get out my open door, but he saw me and ducked back out of sight. I pretended to fall asleep, and a short time later I heard him make his getaway, his high-speed scuttle fading off in the distance. I used a death trap on a mouse in my old apartment, and was awakened when it caught him. He took about thirty seconds to die, in which time I was made acutely aware of his central nervous system - something I sensed we had in common. I know they startle you, and they can freak you out with their blobby shape shifting, but there's no need for grizzly sadism. That mouse was just casing the place. Now that he's seen there's nothing here but an infernal maze of plastic bags - from his point of view - I probably won't see him again for a long time. I thought that line about the wife knowing about the 'spend' button on the air conditioner in my commercial was a good one. I know it's a stereotype, the spendthrift wife, and probably not accurate; but it's humorous to contemplate a woman's secret joy of making her man suffer. And there must be at least one or two wives out there who've pressed that 'spend' button on the air conditioner, while their man was suffering his hated day job, and gained ecstasy from the thought of how he'd have to stay there and work more hours to pay his next hydro bill. I post videos like the above every once in a while where I just go around with my camera and talk about my home life, in order to contradict all the illegal malicious lies that rack up about me over time. You can see how wrong these lies are by just looking at the video. They said I went to jail and got evicted about ten times now, but I've been staying at the same place for seven years now and I've never been arrested or incarcerated. They said I'm a bad tenant; I'm a good tenant. They said I was homeless; I have a home. They said I don't do anything; the blogs and songs I wrote in this room not only kept me busy, but provided jobs for thousands of people from the last time I 'naively' shared them online. They said I'm dirty; I'm clean. They said I'm cruel; I'm gentle. Of course, it helps when they don't hide all of my blogs since 2013 from you so you can't read these daily revealed facts of the last seven years for yourself. Maybe bad broadcasters are ultimately behind this online hack job, since they know they deserve to die for what my account says about them. (Monday, May 27, 2019:) (A man sits by his window air conditioner on a hot day when it turns off automatically.) Man: Why did it do that when it's still hot? Wife: To economize on the hydro bill. Man: Well, how do you override that function? Wife: Just press the button with the dollar sign on it. Does the cost of hydro interfere with your comfort? Here in Canada, while we lead the world in hydro production, we have also learned the advantages of nuclear power in addressing our household needs. It worked with microwave ovens, and now we've gone ahead and developed an air conditioner complete with its own miniature fission reactor. Cold Fission will stay on and keep you cool for the duration. Say goody bye to all that noisy gurgling, high pitched chatter, and rushing air; with Cold Fission all you get is hissing - the reassuring sound of water droplets vaporizing against its mighty carbon rods. With no more hydro bills to worry about, you'll be laughing once you've installed this 3.5 million dollar system in your living room. Cold Fission: freestanding comfort that won't quit.(Caution: Unit may melt down if overloaded.) Here's all the other comedy they lie about. 1050 sketches where they want the joke on us. Bad Broadcasters Deserve Death Tuesday, May 28, 2019 So that's the kind of material I come up with myself. I've included all my music and comedy links below. Did any of it appear on Saturday Night Live's Weekend Update from sharing it here before? Probably. But the commercial about the air conditioner is new because my work comes from my original life and I never had an air conditioner before. That's the only way my material can grow: if I write it from a new experience or idea. They'll never have commercials as good as those 136 that they stole from me because they don't know how to write my work. If you liked my sketches, you can only get more of them from me, and I am only now starting to write new ones after the TV's insane fraud with hundreds of my past posts. Bad broadcasters lie to you every day about this crime with my work. They think a crime that involves thousands of violations and countless perpetrators on TV is insignificant based on the population of their victim, which consists of myself alone. But I say that you are all victims because you have been deprived of music and comedy that you like just to keep these greedy stars in business. I could have turned my work into new shows and new stars, but instead all you got was more of them with my work. I think you're as much of a victim as I am. You just don't know it because you get your information from the culprits. Why did someone want to call me 'grose' the other day? Was it because of my lap humour, with respect to that middle aged rocker in my funny news report? Why don't they ever say 'grose' when they see Mick Jagger tonguing some young fan in a video made out of my music? He's twenty-five years older than I am, and he got sex for my songs. But that's cool, right? And now, after that fucking band did this to me, I'm supposed to be grose, right? Well, I've fucking had enough of this. These pricks on TV don't just deserve death for their crimes against humanity with my music and comedy, they deserve to die appropriately. For lying and lying and lying, bad reporters deserve to drown in a river of shit. For corrupting the souls of children with stolen rhyming verses, stars like Ellen and Saturday Night Live deserve to be burned at the stake. And big dirty sponsors who are overly eager to hawk their wares with popular work deserve to hang by their neckties until they are as dead on the outside are they already are on the inside. And all this should happen in front of ecstatic crowds of the senders of hate mail who've been so arrogantly ignored for the last nine years. And I'm not saying so for a fucking laugh. It's all I need to say and maybe I should just continue saying it. Monday, May 27, 2019 (Yesterday): (A man sits by his window air conditioner on a hot day when it turns off automatically.) Man: Why did it do that when it's still hot? Wife: To economize on the hydro bill. Man: Well, how do you override that function? Wife: Just press the button with the dollar sign on it. Does the cost of hydro interfere with your comfort? Here in Canada, while we lead the world in hydro production, we have also learned the advantages of nuclear power in addressing our household needs. It worked with microwave ovens, and now we've gone ahead and developed an air conditioner complete with its own miniature fission reactor. Cold Fission will stay on and keep you cool for the duration. Say goody bye to all that noisy gurgling, high pitched chatter, and rushing air; with Cold Fission all you get is hissing - the reassuring sound of water droplets vaporizing against its mighty carbon rods. With no more hydro bills to worry about, you'll be laughing once you've installed this 3.5 million dollar system in your living room. Cold Fission: freestanding comfort that won't quit.(Caution: Unit may melt down if overloaded.) Friday, May 24, 2019 (last week) Middle-aged rocker Jym Flynn is back in town to serenade teens with his lecherous classic My Lap Is Eager. All ages are welcome. In business the first hydro customer to call hydro's new customer service number is in the hospital after receiving 5000 volts for staying on the line after being told by the machine to hang up. Urban developers refuse to accept blame for downtown slums. They say that until our undesirables have been shipped off somewhere out of sight we should look at their accommodations more as camps. The hot new e-book on piracy has hit the web in the names of twenty-six different people before the author could finish it. He says he's completing the work in his most illegible longhand. And shockwaves in transit: a brawl erupted on a city bus when a drunken letter carrier with an open bottle of spirits loudly accused his fellow passengers of hating letter carriers. Cold Fission: the Nuclear Powered Air Conditioner Monday, May 27, 2019 (A man sits by his window air conditioner on a hot day when it turns off automatically.) Man: Why did it do that when it's still hot? Wife: To economize on the hydro bill. Man: Well, how do you override that function? Wife: Just press the button with the dollar sign on it. Does the cost of hydro interfere with your comfort? Here in Canada, while we lead the world in hydro production, we have also learned the advantages of nuclear power in addressing our household needs. It worked with microwave ovens, and now we've gone ahead and developed an air conditioner complete with its own miniature fission reactor. Cold Fission will stay on and keep you cool for the duration. Say goody bye to all that noisy gurgling, high pitched chatter, and rushing air; with Cold Fission all you get is hissing - the reassuring sound of water droplets vaporizing against its mighty carbon rods. With no more hydro bills to worry about, you'll be laughing once you've installed this 3.5 million dollar system in your living room. Cold Fission: freestanding comfort that won't quit.(Caution: Unit may melt down if overloaded.) Zany Day People Friday, May 24, 2019 3:56pm. I just stopped by to find an address online because I don't have an account with Phallus anymore, of course. And I wanted to answer back to whoever crossed paths with me on Cambie about that sexual slur: jaggot. That's your humour, right? Is it broadcasting humor? Well, whatever you think your slur is, below is an example of my decent, thoughtful humor that your gods always want to put their names and faces on. I must be really gay if they want to do that. 12:09pm. I'm working on song lyrics right now - not for any music I've shown you. I stayed up until my writing got too scribbly. Middle-aged rocker Jym Flynn is back in town to serenade teens with his lecherous classic My Lap Is Eager. All ages are welcome. In business the first hydro customer to call hydro's new customer service number is in the hospital after receiving 5000 volts for staying on the line after being told by the machine to hang up. Urban developers refuse to accept blame for downtown slums. They say that until our undesirables have been shipped off somewhere out of sight we should look at their accommodations more as camps. The hot new e-book on piracy has hit the web in the names of twenty-six different people before the author could finish it. He says he's completing the work in his most illegible longhand. And shockwaves in transit: a brawl erupted on a city bus when a drunken letter carrier with an open bottle of spirits loudly accused his fellow passengers of hating letter carriers. I don't know why I needed to be zany while I was working on my song. I guess it's another way I like to express myself. Have a good weekend. Rome of the Brave Thursday, May 23, 2019 7:19pm. Just one more. After hearing the evening news. Trouble in the middle east? Where's the headline? A large compliment of Western military forces are returning to the middle east to stabilize the region: the peace and quiet has been lasting for far too long over there. 6:12pm. Hope we got that video problem fixed. Here's more. I waited extra long for my doctor today. My humor's meaning changes in my hands, doesn't it? I think it's still funny though. An anti-monopoly bill against the telecommunications giant, Phallus, has been crushed in the Senate by their lawyer - the only one who knew which form to fill out for it. Health officials are looking at limiting medical coverage to people over fifty. They expect that by the time they've waited to see a doctor more than once, they will be over fifty. 9:03am. What does a growing and shrinking black blob on your video mean? Hey, it's 9:00, everybody... and time to start hating everyone who's unemployed! Glad you could make the drive to work for us. We put on some music that we knew would hit the spot. And you can thank that band with your paychecks coming up. Until then, keep hating the fuck out of any unemployed songwriters on the internet. There's one who just recovered ten songs in four months. That's all he's got. And it sounded better when we had it. The government will be redesigning the flag for modern times. It's believed that its horizontal stripes wave too much like a harlot in the breeze. The new flag will comprise of a red, white and blue shield on a white field. Its red stripes will run vertically down the bottom half, with the white stars contained neatly within the blue top half. An American eagle with outstretched wings will clutch the shield from above. And the new film about bombing victims has been conditionally released. Viewers will be permitted if they show a stub proving they recently saw the air force production of Too Many People. (Those were my thoughts of the day translated into broadcast copy.) Titles in red are the most recently recorded or re-recorded.
Here's all my comedy sketches. Most of them are rewritten.
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Thursday, June 6, 2019
The Taller, the Badder
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