I'm going to continue asking the public to reject the Rolling Stones and to dismiss any reports from the corrupt media that may be contradicting my statements about them. I'm in the process of acquiring a credit card from my financial institution and preoccupied with my new employment.
My bank was not impressed with my account's activity of the last thirteen or fourteen years since my music profits were all so greedily intercepted by frauds on the internet. They seem to have more respect for the criminals than for their victim. Too bad being honest and truthful is so unimpressive to them. And it's a shame that they have no regard for the hard work that goes into a successful recording when I've shared so many of them online. My bank thinks I only started working hard a few months ago when I got my warehouse job, but I worked a lot harder on my songs, stories, and poems that the media hyped in the hands of frauds. I worked hard to write them the first time, and I worked hard to recover them after the trauma of their crime imposed its amnesia on me in late 2007. Working in a warehouse is much easier than writing and recording good music. If I can write and record all of these songs, I must be an exceptionally hard worker.
I'm happy in my job. I think I'm happiest on a sunny day when I can ride my bicycle to work. The place is only a seven minute ride from here, just around the corner, and its a pleasant trip through the park as the sun sets on the horizon. I wish I could always have had this simple life of a common worker, but I continue to be plagued by copyright violations and image violations on the internet - and on television and radio - as result of authoring my music and comedy. So this authoring not only requires more effort than a typical job, but it also takes away more peace.
If you're watching the liars who told you to love these frauds with my work, why do I always have to know about it? Maybe its because they can't escape my author's connection to my work, no matter how much they try to harm me behind my back with more lies. The Rolling Stones stole my music. They made more than enough money by 1980 and should have retired then. They are only hard to get off the stage because they were showered with so many sexual favours all their lives, not because of any need of yours to be manipulated further by them. Yes, and bands like the Rolling Stones encouraged their proteges to commit crimes with my music, just like comedians like George Carlin encouraged his proteges to steal my blogs.
By the way, I've saved a nice little bundle from this job so far. It's much easier to save money when you don't waste hundreds of dollars every month on empty cable programming and to support filthy internet crimes made out of my work. It helps to have cheap rent, too.
3:16pm When I first posted the below today at 2:34pm, I needed to push the 'publish' button twice. This has been going on for the last while and it indicates a hacking impersonator of the kind that have constantly plagued me since I first stepped on the land mine of creepy community crime sites like Blogger and YouTube - where plagiarism is always just a click away from my newest post! Does the fun never stop here? So, if you're still human after being exposed to so much broadcast hate that it spills over in the insolence of the young, be on the lookout for another empty headed Ellen follower like that fat blond from 2018 to be parading around with plagiarized content from this account for as long as the media can celebrate it and tell everyone to love it.
If I still have any music fans out there, waiting for me to set up that independent music site, sorry for the long wait. I need a credit card to open the accounts and buy the band width, and getting it is proving to be a struggle. At the moment I have no debts, no credit history, seven times the credit I'm asking for in collateral, and I'm working full-time. I've been banking at my branch since before my teller was born, but they don't seem to trust me yet. I'm in my mid-fifties, but they seem to fear that I'm going to blow all my money at the casino or in the strip joints or something. Hell, I didn't even go to those places when I was young and stupid.
But I know that if I just keep at them, they'll have to hand over the card. There's money to be made on the internet with new and exciting rock like the above from my birthday last year. If my bank is wise, they'll get a piece of it. Otherwise, I'll have to shop around somewhere else, like maybe a credit institution.
So, anyway, music fans, don't blame me, blame my bank. I'm doing my utmost to get that card so I can create that website for you and post it online. Please be patient.
And please excuse my extreme cynicism around the lack of justice in this world. I pray that there is justice in the universe because I see none here. I just spend my whole life getting stepped on by rich assholes on TV, and the media want it all to be a big celebration. By the way, I will always be deeply offended by the faces of stars who cashed in my music and comedy behind my back, whether it's Ellen on a box of Cheerios or Mick Jagger's lips on the cover of the damn news rag.
