Friday, July 12, 2019
Thursday, July 11, 2019
You Call That a Story?
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We still have our smog cloud blocking out the worst of the direct July sunlight here. I haven't needed my A.C much yet. Almost makes me believe in pollution. Someone thought they were doing me a favour by handing me a tabloid this morning. I guess he forgot that I don't read the miserable things. But after so many years, I was tempted to take a peek this morning. So, did you all hear the big news about the visiting basketball star from the Raptors - oh, wait, former member of the Raptors? Well, he was very disappointed in his accommodations because they were old and dirty and he thought the place might be haunted. So he got new accommodations. Wow. What a story. Well, he's only visiting here, and he doesn't need to worry about the outrageous rent going up and up all the time. As for me, I can feel the difference that my cleaning and painting effort has made in my old rooming house. It had to be done as much for hygiene as for appearance. And the only reason it's getting done is because of a person who likes to improve his life with his own efforts. Maybe I don't belong in that house. Maybe I never belonged there, but we just have such a corrupt economy that it's the only place left for such an embarrassing victim of the broadcast industry's commercial fraud of the last twelve years. If you want shocking news about real stars like Mick Jagger and Ellen and Matt Groining, you obviously won't get it from that joke of a two-page tabloid they pass around in this town, whatever it's called. It would rather talk about the non-events of ex-members of the championship team from an outside city. Pretty pathetic. But if you want to read the truth about that rotten bunch on the TV and radio that want to poison your brains, thousands of pages are here for you in this account. Or is reading too much trouble? Well, maybe the trouble is worth it if it helps you avert the poison they spoon feed you. I would only caution you to avoid all commercial broadcasts for at least 72 hours beforehand, in order to undo the impediment of their conditioning on your brain function in my case. They overtly brainwashed you to hate me with their fraud stars. Now they seem to be taking a sneakier approach to the same goal. Radio and TV gives me headaches. I don't know how people can stand them. And what was that news special they had back in 2007, This Is Your Brain on TV? It showed how TV shrunk all the activity in a normal brain so that nothing was going on anywhere except for a tiny little region in the front that appeared no bigger than an acorn. And doesn't the brain atrophy from lack of use? Oh well, as long as you can drive your car to work and absorb their mental conditioning from the radio as you're distracted. As long as you can read a two-page tabloid. Hey, that's all the brain function they care about. I'm surprised they eliminated radio in the workplace for safety reasons. They still let people drive at high speeds with the infernal thing blaring out all over the block. |
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Wednesday, July 10, 2019
The Worker's Dead End
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Practiced some new music this morning. My playing comes so naturally to me that I feel no need to practice it. But it is important to note that I make the guitar sound with my thumb and with the ends of my fingers. Remember how that band had to sample it, so they could pretend to have my warm sound with their picks? I wonder if there's even a GarageBand sound made out of it by now. I wrote that 2012 parody A Plane is Born out of an old propaganda reel from World War 2 called the Worker's Weekend about a zealous team of assemblers at a bomber plant, sacrificing their time off to break the record for the fastest production of a Wellington bomber. Something I read in my current library loan, Oxford Professor Nicholas Stargardt's The German War, got me cross referencing with it. When I heard the film's narrator say that 'the workers have donated their bonus money to the Red Cross Relief for Russia campaign' I had to laugh. Stalin didn't trust the Red Cross and refused their trucks passage across Soviet lines. So where did that bonus money end up? Someone must have collected it somewhere down the line. I wonder who. Someone got rich, eh? This thought came from reading about the speed of Patton's advance in Stargardt's book. Of course, it speeds up your campaign when your enemy wants to surrender to you. The Germans knew they'd get the best treatment from Americans or, perhaps, Canadians, whose homelands had not been bombed. They expected the Western allies to side with them against the 'Asian hordes.' Besides rejecting the Red Cross, Stalin had refused to sign on to the Geneva Accord that protected prisoners of war, which had made the earlier German assault through Russia in 1941 merciless, and the Red Army determined to exact a most brutal revenge. I like how the author words things, especially in describing the mood swings of the crowd and how they were exploited by the German regime. The fake Polish assault on a German radio station was not authentic enough for world leaders '-and would only be believed by the German public.' Naturally. All the public ever needs is a simple story and a few shots to back it up, as our current broadcasters know well. German anger over the aerial bombing was also spun to fuel the holocaust, according to this source. I never stop learning new things about that war. I didn't know, for instance, that German plumbers fitted women with special pipes to punish prospective rapists. This professor really knows his stuff. Lucky for us, we didn't have to fight that war; we only had to study it. |
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Tuesday, July 9, 2019
I'm in Strathcona
7:37pm: Here's a wally from May 16, 2017. Probably redrawn from scratch since its first rendering in 2007. It's in context today. 7:34pm: Not much appreciation for my superhuman efforts back at the house. I'm poking into some pretty dirty corners to get them cleaned out and plastered and painted, but it all must look easier to the observer. Or maybe it's from dirty broadcasters like CBC, who encourage the public to dismiss my efforts when they support fraud bands like Blue Rodeo that stole dozens of my songs. Have they broke that story in the news yet, or do they just want to scare you with horror stories about the skid row that waits for you if you lose your job? Do they want to scare you from telling them they don't deserve their jobs and that the next government should slash their worthless budget? Don't let them do that. I'd even vote Tory to make that happen. At least I wouldn't have to worry about people who need to make their careers out of ruining my life getting credibility as 'Canadian artists' on CBC. But there's another element that brings such hateful, malicious people into my building: the non-profit system. Let me tell you how that works: they keep it broken just enough to stay employed. So they help you find a room, but they put you in a difficult building. They used my house as some kind of human dumping ground, and the below offender is one of the last vestiges of their influence since we started recruiting our own tenants two years ago. Besides slamming doors, showing me open hostility, and pouring sticky pop on the floor after I mop, he leaves nasty horkers in the bathtub for me to clean when he goes in there to clean out his nostrils for long loud periods. This is why our house gets chaotic, because of the people that keep the non-profit system broken enough for non-profit staff to stay employed. It's not my fault. And they must hate how I go around the house all day, trying to fix things in their deliberately rundown destination. 2:51pm: So I'm on schedule with my painting and cleaning at my building. This morning I had a small setback caused by some malicious sabotage of last night's mopping up operation. It was morning, and no one was out of bed yet, and it happened by someone on their way out of the building. He poured sprite on the floor in a spot where it would be picked up by every visitor's shoes and spread all over. So I simply waited for the only person out of bed at that hour to come home. It only took about an hour, while everyone stayed in bed. I had a strong suspicion who it would be, someone who's been acting up lately; and my suspicion turned out to be correct. This person may also be responsible for the severed animal limb I found in the bathroom sink the other day. It didn't scare me. I thought it might have been left behind by the three-foot-tall raccoon I shoed out of there with the mop a few hours earlier. I've been painting and cleaning a lot these days. I've made before-and-after videos in case I need to prove it. As I paint, I listen to music in my head. I don't need the radio anymore for that. And a friend asked me if I would watch CBC's in-depth coverage of the downtown eastside, and I said probably not. He asked me what I thought of such stories, and I told him they are meant to scare the workers into keeping their jobs: 'Look, here's where you end up if you get uppity on your employer.' George Carlin plagiarized my last mention of this thought in 2006 or 2007. I'm not in the downtown eastside. I'm in tranquil Strathcona, on a nice, tidy little block, except for that house they've been building since November 2017. TV and film people love it, since they want to shoot another scene right on my front doorstep. I hope I don't have to get in the front door while they're shooting it. And this is after they needed our back yard to shoot a scene. When was that? A few years back. I wasn't happy about it at the time. |
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Sunday, July 7, 2019
An Insult to Our Ancestors: Attention Immigration Canada
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Hey, Asia, do you have a Korean emigrant that lives in my building? You know my building is rent controlled for the underprivileged, right? So this guy is probably on public assistance. Tell me, Immigration Canada, do we have some sort of need for people on public assistance in our country? When my great grandfather came here in the 1890's, he had to build his own house out of the snow and the trees. These hard working ancestors of ours broke their backs to build our country so that their children and grandchildren could have an easier life here. Then you turn around and give their hard earned breaks to new immigrants instead. You insult our hard working ancestors with your immigration policy, when I consider how much interference I have suffered from just one undesirable immigrant while I tried to paint the interior of my building. (He thinks he owns the place. Is it because he looks Chinese?) I also noticed he has the same illuminating globe I bought and returned to Chapters when the light bulb burnt out earlier this year. Why did he need to do that? Wouldn't you find it kind of creepy? Does he tell lies about me in a foreign language to his foreign contacts? Immigration Canada, who is this person? How does he prove his identity to you? Do you validate foreign identity papers in this country? What if he's a North Korean? Are you going to let him stay here and spy on us? What if he's a dangerous criminal? Are you going to wait until he kills someone? Did you know he washes his feet in the bathroom sink? You'd think he came from the moon, the way he acts. But if you needed more people on welfare here, I guess you have to take whatever you can find. My great grandfather would like to kick all of your asses, I'm sure. I've been busy painting the downstairs doors, floorboards, and walls. It's a big job. I use up the biggest size tub of plaster every four doors. I'm taking a little breather now, but I'll be resuming that task in a week or so. I hardly got paid anything for my labour, but it's still more than what I got for sharing my music and comedy on this internet in the last twelve years. |
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Friday, July 5, 2019
Greed Destroys Beauty
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The music business thinks it's a hero for grabbing all the music and charging us for it, but it hurts music with its greed. There are only so many talented songwriters, and the music business can't make enough money from them. So they try to turn untalented ones into 'artists' which they expect you to pay top dollar for. Of course, this works best when they have a large store of music that was all created by one talented songwriter, so they can lie to spread the illusion of his talent among their worthless bullshit bands. You know what I mean by bullshit bands, right? I mean the kind of band that has a twenty minute song with five words in it because they still haven't read a book from cover to cover and they want to produce intellectual property anyway. Or bands that linger on one stupid chord for the whole twenty minutes and play silly solos on top of it. Or bands whose bass players still haven't learned how to compose one-finger melodies on their instrument after years of playing. There's no way in God's universe that they could ever produce a substantial work of music. So the greedy business, probably half owned by copyright offenders in my Statements index below (Copyright Issues), steals my music and says it's theirs. Can I leave the list off this page and let my readers link to it, so it doesn't use up too much computer memory with its endless account of filthy, commercially supported crimes with my work? Who stole the above song? I don't even know their name. I think it was presented as something like - I don't know - the Flying Methuselahs? Some idiot band that gets their singer to claim my music by shaking her hair up and down on a stage while it's playing. All these malicious strangers mixed up in my intimate world after they stole the works of my heart. And I don't even know their damn names. I have a lot of painting left to do in the walls of my building. I like the way it takes my mind off the failure of the music business with my music. Last week we had a fire inspection, so I had to work extra hard to prepare for it. I spend most of my days doing things that take my mind off of the things I'm forced to share here. |
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Tuesday, July 2, 2019
Dancing to the Jailbird's Rock
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I'll just add the same rewritten song from 2007 on top today to ask you a question about Toronto, Ontario. Does Toronto support music fraud? Why is Mick Jagger appearing there? And how is it possible unless he was released from incarceration? Well, if you're as rich as he is, you can afford the most outrageous bail; but it doesn't make you innocent. He and his band committed wide-scale fraud with at least two of my songs from 2007. Now, someone told me in 2010 that when you commit fraud you go to jail, regardless of your public stature. (I wouldn't know, since I've never committed the crime.) I took it to mean that a lot of rich and powerful stars were rounded up and thrown in jail on my account. It was back when the media were telling you the fascinating truth about me behind my back, about how all these big stars ripped me off, in order to trick you out of your trust at that time. So I think that Mick Jagger and his band were arrested and incarcerated, and that now that they're back out, the media wants you to think they were never punished, so you'll think I'm a crazy liar when I tell you the truth about it. I hope my image hasn't suffered too much again for all the media's undying fraud love. And is Toronto really that excited about some greedy old fucker wanting to make more money in their city? Do they feel sorry for a man with a heart condition that he got from having too much sex? A similar heart condition killed his peer and partner-in-fraud, George Carlin. Maybe now Jagger's on his way to join him in the afterlife. As for me, I spent almost all of last week house painting; but honest, hard work is usually mistaken for criminal punishment in my unfortunate circles. The Rolling Stones are not allowed to play Halcyon Days [above] anymore. Nor are they allowed to play Nothing but Ashes, or to use any of my guitar solos. Oh yes, and I wrote the songs with words that sound like they were written by a gentleman. Please don't confuse my thoughtful words with his 'lick-me-lick-me' lyrics. |
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