Just a quick note to Google, since I can't call them on the phone like SOCAN: I noticed that I could link to my http page in Madonna Went to Prison, but when I tried to do it with my 2019 Song Posts, it goes to https instead. Is this normal? It has me wondering if my https settings are being abused to hide or distort my content, but I could be paranoid. I don't specify an exact page in the 2019 Song Posts href, so maybe that's why.
There's some sort of crime with my work or image going on at the moment. Is anyone going to report it? I have the feeling a lot of people know about it. All you have to do is report it. You won't be able to if it's a song from the past that they 'stashed away' though. You'll have to wait for me to inadvertently rewrite it, while it makes a fraud look talented to you with my talent, after they played it to death to make all the money they could from it, and so you'll all be 'sick of it' when I rewrite it. The below is excerpted from Madonna Went to Prison in my Record of Assaults (July 20, 2018). You'll see how it fits in in a minute.
11:30am. Now, here's something real again for their fake stars to steal views from, a video to back up my criticism of Shock and Awe in Schlock and Flaw. I call it Nightmares from 2007, but you just recall the tune. It's the song Vice President Dick Cheney sold to Weapons Dealer MacDonnel-Douglas in 2007, which was omitted from the hot new documentary about the Iraq War:
Sometimes I'm good at guessing what people think. It's one of those little chores that gives my mind something to work on - in the absence of any broadcast signals to numb it. I had a thought about arms dealers yesterday: Who's sponsoring this big anti-bully campaign? Could it be an arms dealer or affiliate of such? Hey, look who has the biggest pile of money: arms dealers! And who wants to criticize them about it? No, I didn't think so. Pretty clear to see how they got to the top: by doing the opposite of what it says on these anti-bullying billboards. No one wants to fuck with an arms dealer, do they? Not unless they want their back-yard barbecue bombed with napalm; not unless they want their foot powder exchanged for thermite. (Can you picture Carlin stealing this for them, too, if he were still alive? Do you now prefer to have my life in my words turned into his bullshit spectacle, with a big impressive crowd in the stands, laughing their heads off and cheering in support?) And what does an arms dealer think? He might think that the best war is a perpetual war, in terms of guaranteeing his profits. This would put him at odds with the general public, forcing him to invest heavily in broadcasting to make his vision more acceptable.
Broadcasters always tell you what their sponsors and owners think, but when it comes to what they think for themselves, you have to guess. I have a strong feeling that they don't believe in hell, that they think no one is evil enough to deserve divine punishment. For instance, they make poisonous lies out of beautiful poems written for children, but don't think it's evil enough to warrant divine punishment. Or they take a selfless act of love, such as the free sharing of a new and beautiful work of music, and return it with the malicious envy-hate of plagiarizing fraud, corrupting millions of innocent bystanders in the process, but they don't think it's evil enough to warrant divine punishment. They also seem to think that they are the authors of their own reality, as if to place themselves among the ranks of their most gullible followers. This might come from seeing themselves on TV too much. But I guess you can't blame them for lying so much when the true headlines of our time would comprise of phrases like Dateline Eats Shit in Prison. NBC's family crowd wouldn't care much for that report, no matter how true it is. And how about Dave's Dateline Disaster, where they were supposed to interview me in jail in 2010, but their band couldn't incarcerate me? That's a false headline that never made it to print, thanks to me, disappointing a lot of TV fans at the time, I'm sure.
Lawyers might be examining that new change in Europe's copyright law to better protect authors and artists from digital crimes. Maybe it will strengthen my cases in the years to come when I need to show them more mountains of documented evidence of my work being stolen by wealthy celebrities. Now if we can just make some changes to even the playing field in terms of how much money a fraud victim like me can offer them for their help, compared to all the super-rich assailants.
I'd rather not guess what the production staff think, but I usually have it stuffed in my face enough to be accurate. I'd probably be right in saying that they're proud of their fraud. I might even be right in saying that they've even made an insufferably bad pun out of being proud of their fraud: an obvious, one-syllable one. Can you guess what it is? I would take that to mean that they're proud of the job they did on the stage building and camera holding and costumes, to turn those free blogs of mine into commercial productions for them and their stars. And they're also proud of the money it put in their pockets for years and years, while I was unpaid. But I'd also be right in guessing that they're not very grateful to the talent that created all those plays. They thought he deserved nothing when without his effort they'd all have been standing there in their impressive costumes with nothing but dead air on their lips for weeks and months on end. Oh, and I'm sure they agree with the broadcasters that there's no hell. Maybe they've even made a pun out of it: nell.
Did anyone ever wonder why I would want to pick a fight with the U.S. military/industrial complex and its stars and broadcasters? Seems like something a person would only do if he had no other choice, like when his back is against the wall from aggressive copyright violations of his music and comedy and poetry and cartoons: all the things that comprise his honour on the internet. Most of us throw caution to the wind to defend our honour, even when we face certain death. Beyond that, certain cosmic truths have been revealed to me that distract me from considerations of the present. I'm pretty sure I was reincarnated now, to pick up where I left off in a previous life. My whole purpose in this life may already be fulfilled by the simple reclaiming of my volumes of songs and writings on the internet, casting necessary doubt on the integrity of the arms dealers' entertainment and propaganda business. If I'm supposed to go farther, I'll do so either in this life or the next.
I'm pleased to say that my new song is entirely new and is turning out to be of the same or better quality as all those songs stolen by the below listed bands - among the other culpable stars in my case. If you're a fan, I wish I could share it with you on YouTube, but I'm sending it to SOCAN instead. SOCAN takes care of my property for me. They mark the date and lock it away in a vault. YouTube seems to do the very opposite, obscuring the dates of my posts and inviting frauds to download them. And when I think of my musical future, I don't think of even one song I have on YouTube, including whatever song they've currently assaulted there with their backstabbing, hacking lies, but this new song you've never heard. I hope I'll be able to add a lot more music to my repertoire that only my friends at SOCAN will know about. It lets me think positively about my musical future when I cut YouTube completely out of the picture. By the way, I'd rather not do another half-hour video to discuss dozens of examples of how the TV plagiarized my blogs, this time focusing on humorous turns of phrase that pop up in my statements and get plagiarized by stand-up comedians who idolize George Carlin. I think the last two and half hours of talking about the TV's plagiarism with my blogs was enough. And are we going to let them answer all that with some senseless, monosyllabic insinuation based on another theft of my posts? I hope not. Maybe you should have a look at my most current music blog 2019 Music Posts to see if anything is getting stolen from me right now.
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