Doesn't the above song fit well with Ooga Balooga and Daylight Dilemma and the other 'space' songs I've been writing and sharing this year? And is it new? Oh, then who wants to argue with me about my writing it? Are you ready to argue with the Songwriters Association of Canada, too? You music frauds should all be burned alive to give you some sense of the pain you inflict on your innocent victim.
On to my daily topic, I consider awards shows for stars to be among the worst evils of our time. Here we have a great clique of spoiled assholes and they each want their own award for it. Are their millions of dollars not enough? Are the sexual favours heaped upon them not enough? No, they want everyone to cheer for their greed and privilege on a fucking awards show. Such displays would be banned in any truly civilized country.
Let me tell you what I did last night, I worked harder in the first fifteen minutes of my shift than Taylor Swift has ever worked in her whole life. No one cheered or anything, even though I could have stayed unemployed for the rest of my life with my government's blessing. I think that such effort by common citizens is far more impressive than any star's ego in its place. But the broadcasters disagree. They never find anything impressive about what honest people like me - and maybe you - are called upon to do every day. But when a lying sack of shit steals a hit song on YouTube, they think we should all worship her on an award show, even after she was thrown in jail and righteously punished for fraud more than once.
This shows the contempt that broadcasters have for the general population. Not only do they think it's okay to lie to us all with my music and poetry and comedy and cartoons for twelve to twenty years, they think our hard, modestly paid labours are some kind of triviality compared to the fraud of their stars and all the easy money it makes for them. No awards for you and me when we struggle in jobs that their superstars wouldn't last five minutes doing, but everything for the effortless act of signing a contract. How they mock us when they present these lazy fiends to us as our heroes.
1:59pm By the way, who gives these stars their awards? Do you belong to the Motion Picture Academy? I know I don't. So, in a way, they give themselves their awards. Their own praise them and it's passed off on television like it's our praise. We see them going up on a stage in front of a cheering crowd and are tricked into thinking they've won some kind of public election. They glorify their own and want us to think it was our decision. Typical broadcasting manipulation.
How are my most recent posts holding out? Have you seen any apelike imitations on TV or elsewhere on the web? If so, just flag them. I'm very sincere in my posts and I bet I strike a chord with a lot of honest, hard working people out there with what I often have to say. I recall that the initial appeal of my work in 2007 was that it came from a common worker who shared much of his experience and hardships with his followers in the population. It gave ordinary workers hope to think that they, or one of their own, might outshine the stars one day, as I was doing on YouTube at the time. This sincerity and this bond with common citizens eludes privileged stars and broadcasters. They are utterly disconnected from the daily struggles we must endure, which impairs their ability to appeal to us in any words of their own. That's where my words came in for frauds like Jay Leno and Ellen and all the rest: they needed to steal my sincerity so that you could trust them more with their lies. And it certainly must have worked if you listed Jerk Leno as the 'funniest man in the world' in 2009, after he stole so may of my blogs and sketches on his broadcast for three straight years. And need I remind you what everyone thought of me in 2009? Why don't we ask the giggling crank callers who had my phone ringing so much I had to unplug it and only use it for outcalls?
I also want to talk a little more about how I got on disability in 2008 because I'm sure they're all lying to you about it behind my back. They've been using my dependence on public assistance since then to drive a wedge between myself and the general public. By January 2008, I could not recall any of the previous year from April to December. It was all a blank, and it scared me. I thought I might really have some kind of mental problem. I told my doctor about it and he took it seriously. I also told him that I sensed bitter hatred from total strangers on the street, which is a classic sign of paranoia. Anyway, we filled out the disability forms together and I answered each question truthfully. My application for disability benefits was approved on the first try.
Were the Rolling Stones present at this year's American Music Awards (Abuse Musicians Awards)? They're on my list of copyright violators, so I think it's a fair question, even though they're British and they stole my Canadian music. I'd be wondering where they got their earlier hits if I were you. Jagger's Let's Work seems grossly incompatible with a tune like Ruby Tuesday. Don't you wonder if they got their first hits the same way they got my Nothing but Ashes and Halcyon Days in 2007? Maybe the true author of their first hits committed suicide from the pain of their fraud with his music. I wonder if he reincarnated in 1965, just to come back here and haunt them.
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