Tuesday, December 16, 2014
Monday, December 15, 2014
Surpassing the Past
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NEXT BLOG: Evolver. I'm going to try to finish up with these past posts by the end of this year. I have copied all of their content into my offline file structure at home and plan to feature them in an independent web site in the years to come. Covering the vast scope of the crimes against me has kept me busy these last four years, but I may be close to catching up with the past. Since my past works have been successful, albeit, in the hands of my detractors, I expect my new work to be equally successful in the hands of its author. This gives me something to look forward to and keeps me motivated to keep on fighting for my rightful place among artists and performers. As tortuous as this trip has been, I am strengthened by the knowledge that I am on the side of good, honored with the privilege of lifting the torch of good hope for all humanity. If I have to stay home for a while to complete these tasks, please remember that if my work is online, I am not incarcerated. To help you tell me apart from malicious impostors while I'm away, I've decided to keep my profile simple and will not be posting anything on MySpace. Instead I'll mark my return with a new live music video on my one YouTube account and remain until further notice with 'the devil I know', as a skeptical voter would say. Signing off, Vancouver Public Library, 7:27PM Pacific time |
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Mike Myers: Character Assassin
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I was looking through some of my ORIGINAL character names last night and I noticed a pattern. I often like to extend my character names with a title: Life of Martin: Word Inventor, Henderson Mayfield: Hoot Snatcher, Sarra Supreem: Queen of the Streets, Dirk Longjohn: Ram of God, etc. It sparked a memory of another character I invented in when my first 'show' blog was in its most formative stages: Austin Powers: International Man of Mystery, a vague parody of James Bond. Just as my show first reappeared in 2011 in Diary of a Sad Man, it initially took shape in an earlier blog than 2007's The Show Must Continue, as kind of playful experiment. The precise year of Myers' movie premiere with Powers escapes me, but I know it predates Mean Girls. That erased account of mine dated back to the late 1990's. Myers scooped up these words when they were still online and the media fully supported him, hyping his new movie to the skies. In spite of this, I wouldn't underestimate Myers' ability to come up with original work. I'm sure he could have invented his own title. He took my words because they were popular and he wanted my popularity to add to his own. What was that movie about again? Stealing someone's 'mojo'? I wonder how he came up with that idea as a charming piece of my personality had been dislocated from its source and was being blazoned across the world to herald his movie debut. I recall being quite upset about this in early 2007, but then I posted Size and everyone started loving me. It's hard to hold onto old grudges when you just wrote a hit song and the world wants to thank you for it. Too bad he and his friends wouldn't even let me hang onto that. Myers' pen was the one to which most of SNL's work would fall, according to most sources. I alluded to this in my poem about Saturday Night Live cast members: The Cinnamon Gang. He knew his colleagues would be lost without him and may have counted on them to steal whole seasons of their content from me in his absence and bury his offense. Because the media only asks Myers why he's so funny and only asks me if I'm having a hard time finding work, the movie he spun from this character I invented was a huge success. No one connected it to my blog, even though the original words were still online when the movie was being hyped. This likely encouraged Tina Fey to spin her movie Mean Girls from another of my posts: Mean Little Bitches. People like Myers and Fey thought it was okay to build blockbuster movies out of my ideas and leave me in the cold, looking like a hack, because I'm a rock star. They must hate rock stars. And where are my groupies? Bashing me on Dateline? Where are my fans? Lining up to see one of their friends rip me off some more? Where's my jet? What stadium am I booked in this week? When asked about the source of his character, Myers cited his late father. If his late father is looking down on him from Heaven now, it must be with bitter disappointment. The people who owe me the most in this life are the ones who treated me the worst. Their lives were rich with love and all they ever gave me was hate. |
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Sunday, December 14, 2014
Merry Lucimas
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First of all, if there's anything more I can do to ruin Christmas for all the pricks who were involved with the theft of my Christmas music, I hope I can think of it. I don't think these asses should celebrate Christmas. I think they should wait for Satan's birthday and celebrate that. It's a 4.2 km round trip walk to this public library. If you multiply that by the 1,200 days I have spent here typing in blogs that were stolen from me in the last seven years, well... [Fire alarm. Back in a bit.] Well I'm back. And I just opened up a new MySpace account. Looks like a good place to post music videos, if I can figure out their cryptic layout. As for YouTube, well, that was a good place for Justin Bieber to post videos, but you all see what happened to my hit songs from posting them on YouTube. I hope the police are watching my posts closely. Here is what I will do over the next few months. First I'm going to add all the content from this blog into another outside account. And I want you police to check for omissions that may exist in my current text on Blogger. While I suppose it's not altogether proper for me to bash the Google boy on his own website, it is still illegal for him to tamper with my content. And if it turns out that my content has been tampered with, I want that Google boy beaten senseless and thrown into a prison cell with a unicorn. Why is the hateful creep who lives across from me and spends his whole day with his eyes glued to the hate broadcasts of the lying TV telling me I'm defeated? Oh, I forgot, I want to make people laugh and dance, so that means I'm fighting a war. Who told him I was defeated? Was it the same people who told you all that Saturday Night Live wrote my blogs and that the Crystalids wrote my songs? Yeah, you can trust them. There's nothing really significant to add to this account now. I'm sure I'm still short of perhaps a couple dozen sketches and maybe one or two more hit songs, but I'd rather share them on MySpace than on HisTube. Go ahead and celebrate your Christmas now, the same way you did with all those fraud bands and fucking psychopathic comedians by going out of your way to make me miserable. I'll just spend my Christmas alone. And better off for it. |
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Saturday, December 13, 2014
The Racket
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Now that you readers know that I have been posting my own original content all along, how can you stand to watch those creeps on TV ignore me? Their stars depended on my work for years. I've had at least a thousand scripts molested by their fraud. And for Christ's sake, stealing my poetry? Poetry is truth! Is nothing sacred in this cheap consumer culture? Why aren't my news stories broadcast on TV? The TV only thinks a story is news if they can make money from it, like when Dateline had my evidence sold to them by the Google boy who thinks he owns my destiny. Remember how much they talked about me when they profited from it and when I didn't get a cent from it? And here's another news story you probably won't be hearing on TV. CBC's George went to prison. That's what I heard - unless they were talking about George W Bush. CBC can't profit from stories about their trusted announcers going to prison so they don't consider it news. See how capitalism warps the truth? It turns living an honest life into a desperate struggle. Truth is only good for distorting, as far as broadcasters like NBC are concerned. Why do you think I wrote my ad about a self playing guitar, the Rocket? Gee, maybe it was because there were so many assholes stealing my songs from the internet at the time that I figured the whole music industry was full of shit. But NBC's SNL made sure you all took that for a meaningless gag on their fucking show. And how much did their sponsors pay them to mar my truth? Yes, there's big bucks in distorting and perverting truth in a capitalist culture. And I shudder to think of the impact on its citizens. The way I see it, if you submit to this kind of intellectual tyranny at the hands of incorrigible broadcasters, you're not living a full life. You're in a kind of stupor, just floating along all the way to your grave. And your last thought will be that you never once lived your life for real the whole time you were here. And that doesn't bode well for your time in eternity. Broadcasters don't care about any of the truly important things in life, such as truth, love, honor, and hard work. They just care about money. How did such criminality become an institution in a modern society that calls itself enlightened? |
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Saturday Night Live Destroys Hope
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As the legitimate owner of my work, I stay alive to give the world hope. After what the networks did to me, I'm sure a lot of people expect me to kill myself. No one would love this more than the networks, who could then cash in my life story, with Nothing but Ashes playing in the background. What kind of a message are networks trying to send us by leaving shows that robbed whole seasons of their content from the internet on the air? All I can think is that they want us all to know that the only way to have their support for stardom is to suck the Devil's dick. In other words, they destroy hope. |
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Thursday, December 11, 2014
The Ugly Industry
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Can you imagine Tina Fey lounging by the pool with her laptop, scanning conveniently through my script index to find the contents she would use for her next show? Lying on her back, with a crack pipe hanging in her mouth, complaining that her arm was getting tired from all her mouse clicking, she would home in on brilliantly worded, original dialogues like Family Feudalism and The Convex Corrective Silkscreen Solution, and choose them for her show, where her trusting fans would mistake them for examples of her hard work and 'artistic' talent. And Tina had a partner in crime with that local CBC supported creep, whose violations of my copyright protected humor are nothing short of spastic. Too bad my internal beauty is so compelling that it can make such vile criminals look good. Yes, that is why they so desperately need to steal my beauty. Because they're so abominably ugly. And also because they are LAZY. These words didn't all just magically appear in this account on their own. I had to struggle to write them. I enjoy the challenge and probably devote more time to my music and humor than most people do to their paying jobs. That's why I deserve to be paid for my efforts. |
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