Doing My Job

As you look at another hundred or so violations of my copyright above, I bet some of you are being told that I'm a fool for not making money with my own work. Who's telling you that? Not your church, I bet. Your church, if it's like mine, would tell you that God's truth comes first. But maybe bad broadcasters have you thinking that my employment should come from my stardom. On the surface they may appear correct, but I'm forced to look into it more deeply. My faith in God and the afterlife is not mere wishful thinking, but based on a very convincing personal experience. I can't afford to tell the world I'm a Christian and then lie to everyone afterwards, like they do so often on TV. My God is really here, watching over me, capable of punishing me for the slightest sin. Being a star would make me comfortable for a few years, but betraying God will cost me for eternity. God wants me to warn the world about the insidious evil of broadcast fraud, which, unchecked, stands to drag all your souls to hell. If I don't, maybe mine will end up there. Even if it costs me everything here, I must hold firm on this righteous campaign of truth. We'll see who the real fools are once I've shuffled off this mortal coil. 12:59pm. I went back and counted these clips and there are only about seventy-five in this video. But I missed a few, like Bronson Harley and Shirley Sureloins, as well as omitting a few dozen which might be said to fit the same category, like the Undercover Jesuit, Fr D. Skidooski, and Henderson Mayfield, Hoot Snatcher, and so forth. I recently heard from a music follower who recalls my earliest appearances on the Toronto stage. She mentioned one of my early songs by name, The Time for Crying Is Over, which I wrote on the piano at age fourteen, but would probably still have been a hit. And how many of you all decided to watch Saturday Night Live again last night? So you must think I don't deserve any justice for my ruined life then. And how many millions of you are there who think like this? So I guess the time for crying isn't over. I doubt it will ever be over for me in this life. I say so because I believe I'm back to serve out a past life in which the fraud committed with my music ended up driving me to suicide. It would have been in the mid 1960's. I know I joke about Gidget and Pete the goat, but the basis of my account is true. I always wondered why I loved the music from that time so much. I felt a personal connection to it. I don't know if their crimes with my last incarnation's music were as extensive as they are this time, but my number one priority is not to become a star but to avoid reincarnating into this lying, hopeless crime culture. John Lennon said the Beatles made it because they are the biggest bastards on earth. I'm not enough of a bastard to make it big like them. And I don't want to be.
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