I've been trying to find a recent thought I posted around how life is a process of being less and less loved. I said - in so many words - that ...they adore you as a baby, then they enjoy you as a small child, and then they favour you as a youth. Well, let me tell you, by the time you get into your fifties, they want to fucking kill you. What happened to it? Why can't I find it? It wasn't that long ago that I shared it. I've checked all the way back to last month. What happened to this delightful little observation? I wanted to use it as another example of the kind of statements TV comedians like George Carlin stole from me every day in 2007. Where did it go? Must it become another example of how some comedians want to continue their sickening fraud with my posts in the present? Its title was simple and related directly to its message. I can't precisely recall it, but it was something like More Years, Less Love. Please return it to my account. And if you're going to torture me with my copyright protection, you might as well help me with it, too, once in a while.
[Insertion: 4:00pm] I can't find that original I typed on my computer at home yet, but I want whomever might have busted into my Google account to erase my more entertaining new posts for their own criminal use (so they can be the next Ellen or George Carlin) to be interrogated or 'tested' on their ownership of these personal words from my personal life. You are absolutely welcome to come here and interrogate me, as well, just make sure to also question whomever wants to contradict me on my ownership. They will fail the test, and then I want them to relinquish their possession of my work and to be thrown in jail to be severely punished. And I'd like my post back in my account where it belongs. I know it's a recent post because it's about aging and I just recently had my 54th birthday on November the 3rd. Are they trying to argue about that too? If so, you're not punishing these greasy, impersonating assholes severely enough. [End of Insertion.]
Yesterday, November 11th, was a day that we used to call Remembrance Day. When I was growing up, they taught us that we must remember horrible things to stop them from happening again. 'Lest we forget' was the whole point of Remembrance Day: by remembering the horrors of war, we guard against their recurrence. In Poland they left Auschwitz standing for the same reason.
Is this holiday still called Remembrance Day? The act of remembering is so threatening to our mass media that it may have been changed to something else by now. The media doesn't want us to remember anything, they just want us to 'navigate the now.' It seems that they want us to live in a 24-hour time prison, with no sense of the past or the future, so they can fill their news broadcasts with anything they like and not worry about it clashing with anything they said before or anything they'll be forced to admit later.
Those 'navigating the now' of November 2007 heard dozens of my songs on the radio and watched hundreds of my blogs on television. I remember it. But I guess that doesn't count anymore because it's November 2019 now. Too bad for me. If I wasn't the only one who recalled the massive fraud with my work, I'd feel a lot more confident that this crime won't happen again. As it is, who's out there saying they wrote my new song today? What are they saying against me to back it up? If you 'navigate the now' you'd know this worthless information better than I. I guess I'm supposed to tolerate this for another twelve years of events chopped up and compartmentalized into convenient 24-hour time prisons that pass by without ever letting us know that we even lived our lives.
Those 'navigating the now' of November 2007 were subjected to an official program of 'morale operations' that called for the theft of my music and comedy for public consumption during wartime. I'm sure it boosted public morale greatly, but it has almost directly driven me to suicide several times since. And while they were navigating this now, they thought they were celebrating great new talent on the radio and TV. It's been said that 'all's fair in love and war,' but I disagree when it comes to an artist's copyright or a poet's honour. War is no excuse to shit on a poet's honour with fraud, and war is no excuse to violate an artist's copyright with fraud. Fraud is always a crime and is always wrong.
Those 'navigating the now' of November 2012 saw Dateline air a one hour segment of David Skerkowski, This Is Your Life! with me missing from the show. I was standing in the soup line while Dateline was raking in huge sums of cash from their sponsors to talk about me on their show. I remember it.
I guess I'll have to go home and find that blog where I talked about how aging subtracts love from your life. If it turns out that someone clipped it right out of my account to feel more confident with it onstage illegally, I want the fucker locked up and punished severely. That's going way too far with their idiotic crime. Yes, the blog had a title, too, relating to this thought. I'm glad I have a time stamped version of its draft at home. I'll bring it back for you to look at when I find it. And I'll tell you what date I posted it.
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