The Damage Is Done But Don't Worry

One of the tenants in my building went nuts and smashed up his room yesterday. He smashed the windows and the walls and I heard that the police had to pick him up and lock him away in the psych ward. He hasn't lived at my building as long as I have. He's only been there for about a year. I've been there for five years. It's not an easy place to live. The rooms can be quite uncomfortable and there is nothing to do but sit and rot for most of the month. There is no place to go outside but soup lines. So the stress of this kind of life built up on him to a point where he broke down and succumbed to violence. And even though he was a problem tenant, I feel his pain and I pity him. I feel the pain of those around me, so I have a hard time being happy in my location. He doesn't have the added stress of a major band that steals his music and poetry coming to play two sold out shows here. He wouldn't get nightmares from seeing Blue Rodeo's name on a giant electric billboard to tell him that there are thousands of people here eagerly paying money to support the theft of his music and leaving him to sell his amplifier to simply be able to afford to visit a lawyer about it. And he didn't suffer like I did this past summer at the hands of another major band that stole my music, Nickleback, after I already exposed their fraud with my reconstruction of Fool's Paradise in 2014. And what does Nickleback call me again? Oh yeah, a pussy. You must have thought they were cool for calling me that, judging from all the money you gave them to steal my music. I awoke from another troubling dream at three o'clock this morning, which I will not bother to share here. I couldn't get back to sleep. I'm so deeply hurt by this Blue Rodeo concert at this late stage. This horrible crime is leaving deep ugly scars on my heart. The scars were just starting to form from Nickleback's having a two year go at slashing away with your support for two years and now it must be Blue Rodeo's turn. I wonder how many years it will take to get Blue Rodeo out of the way. I wonder if there will be anything left of my love for humanity by the time they are finished slashing away at my heart with their fraud and all of you cheering them on. Hey? Blue Rodeo's coming to town! How exciting! We need them to come here because we don't have enough talent here, right? Especially now that Nickleback seems to be unable to give you the kind of entertainment you love made out of my music. Well, I hope you Blue Rodeo fans are all ready to celebrate their crime by sticking it to me in the streets again. While they're having sex, you women all get out there on the sidewalk with your boyfriends where I can see you and be reminded of what I can't have. And you children must dream up some new nasty names to call me. Maybe you'll find them in a MAD Magazine from the Vancouver Public Library. And do you need to read any poetry? Didn't I write a great poem called The Creed or something like that? Maybe now you can enjoy that from the person who stole it and lied to you with it. You don't need me to entertain you. You need me to bleed for you and cry and moan and die for you. You need me to suffer a major stroke for you so you can make sure I never get one good thing for my love in all the long years that I've been putting it out for you. It must be so much more gratifying for you to destroy my hope with your love for these horrible frauds than it is for you to reward me for my hard work. I wonder if you were like that to start with or if your broadcasters have made you that way by turning those evil bastards into such stars with my songs and poems and comedy scripts. Well, I'm just a few days away from my first visit with the lawyer here and you need not envy me if I end up rich. This crime has wounded me so deeply that it will make me miserable for the rest of my life. I'm never going to trust anyone now and if someone is smiling and acting like they are my friend I am just going to think they are full of shit. I wasn't like that before. I used to trust people. I used to have faith in humanity. And I don't think it's worth all the money in the world to have my love destroyed by a crime such as this. I would rather be able to be like I was before. If I can't love freely, it diminishes my own life. Money is a cheap compensation for that kind of spiritual loss. I might as well complete my music chronology today to include the year 2016, the worst year of my life yet. I'm praying for the same stroke that you are causing with your support for these miserable crimes with my music. I want to be released from this horrible world. Time to go and sell my amp now after I bought it in 2010 with such good hopes of having a music career here. Eight years later you'd all still rather pay a band to steal my songs and lie to you with them. Now you're doing it consciously. Perhaps you've always known that these bands steal my songs but you just needed to make me suffer. Enjoy your rotten hate party with another creepy fraud band that steals my music. What else do you ever celebrate around here? At least this nightmare you want me to have every night for as long as I live will end when I die and leave this world. They say that fifty-something is a good age for heart attacks. My grandfather died of a heart attack in his fifties. They say that kind of thing skips a generation. I hope so. 12:00pm: I sold the amp back to the store. Between that money and my dead dad's monthly and all the other money I have I will be able to follow through on my promise to that lawyer. That gives me something to live for. I'm actually relieved to unload that fifty pound monster. It had power but it was too warm for my computerized metal sound, I think. I'll be picking up a crispier sounding solid state amp to replace it, a lighter one too. With that stress out of the way, and hats off to the gentlemen at the guitar department for their courtesy, I feel a little more positive and I would like to leave you on a happier note. First of all, I'm sorry to anyone who does not want me dead. I am alone at this moment in a public place and I feel like I'm invisible. I lugged that amp this morning onto the bus and was only noticed by one person who shouted 'shove that amplifier!' from the street as I struggled to board the bus with it on the corner of Main and Hastings. More smashing from down the hall when I went home earlier. This kind of stress builds up on you, and when you feel like you are totally alone all the time, you feel more secure about releasing your grief in a torrent. You feel like no one is listening to you when you are telling them that you are being strangled to death by crimes against your work and your image right in front of them. You're living on the brink of death and it's hard to stay casual about it. But I can't help loving people and I will never stop loving people and thinking of the human soul as a noble thing. You are my bothers and sisters and I can't help loving you and wanting to please you. I hope I've made you happy with at least most of what I have shared here. If it wasn't creative, at least it was hopefully enlightening. I'll have a lawyer to talk to soon and may not need to share so much on the web about my situation. And I haven't really given you a break from my life in a long time now, though those frauds haven't given me a break in eight years either, have they? Here I am going straight from dealing with the metal Nickleback stole from me to having to recall the acoustic songs Blue Rodeo stole from me. (I might be off on that poem title. Maybe I simply heard the word 'greed' in reference to that band.) Perhaps we both need some time off. Sometimes I read my poetry to help me feel better about my life. Here's a good one for that. The Lover The boy had been born with a generous heart And poured it into his music and art Believing his parents' pride certainly won But his father found no self comparison As a man he plied women with verse and song They liked to be near him but didn't stay long The bittersweet strains of his cheap guitar Offered no competition against a new car At last he reached out to the whole world wide Hoping to win a few fans to his side In droves they responded by kissing the hand Of the one who defamed him to shine in a band His parents' love was a love for their own His women's love more for a precious stone His music's fans tricked into loving a fraud And increased by it all was the true love of God Footnote: Saturday, January 28, 2017 10:57am So is everyone all ready for the big Blue Rodeo concert today? I've been busy as a beaver at home with the enormous task of steering my index links to my offline web pages in my offline copy of this blogger account - complete with embedded music videos, vlogs and images. I took me all week, but I finished today. I've started a new blog at home called Offline Rhythm and I'm saving them for sharing at some future date when I can feel secure about sharing my new work on the web. Incidentally, who is this fellow I've been hearing about who has been bragging about his hits? If I heard about it, he must have stolen them from me. Did anyone flag him yet? Well, I'm sure he won't get far with my music now that I am talking to lawyers. I must edit my statements and scripts this morning to make small corrections that I picked up from my offline file structure. I feel pretty good overall these days. I feel like my time of glory is approaching. Hope you are all well. 11:54am: That's good enough. I won't be able to include these final two paragraphs at home though. That's okay, I'm ahead by a few blogs there. I also feel that this will be a bumper year for new songs for me. I expect to write as many as fifty new songs this year, but I won't be sharing them until I know they are secure. Good bye and God bless. Hope to meet you out there.
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Headed for Glory

I know I said I was suspending my posts but I need to address one more unwelcome intrusion of my peace through my copyright protection which I heard this morning. I will be discussing these violations of my peace through the system that was designed to protect me with my lawyers in detail very soon. This was the voice of a woman who said 'he's so witty!' from reading a poem that was stolen from my 2007 Blogger account by a violator of my music copyright. I think you all know who that violator is. Funny how a band can steal my songs and then you still think that they write their own poems after that. Anyway, we'll be straightening all these nasty crimes out in court and it feels good to wash my hands of the music business so that I can have the option of suing WEA/Warner and suing all the dirty radio stations that owe me so much money. I live a dull, isolated life but my heart is full of exciting activity. This music and comedy was my own exclusive party to start with and look what I got for sharing it with the world. You all turned it into a hate fest and barred me from admission. I should have had a shining career these last ten years but you all just wanted to love jerks for stealing my love and lying to you with it. If you feel secure about this kind of behavior being supported by 'majority', consider how when you face God, you will do so alone. You won't have your hate stations to reinforce your evil choices anymore. We find God by following our hearts to truth. If we give our hearts to lies, we end up in a very dark and punishing place. It's up to this crowd to make a choice between their broadcasters who steal everything I share online and their immortal souls. Don't believe in God? How about that moon up there? Did you know that it's hollow? Did you know that it is at perfect right angles to the sun? Did you know that it is perhaps ten to twenty times larger than a natural satellite would be for this planet? Did you know that no life would exist on this planet without it? So some vastly superior intelligence found this planet as a dead hulk and put that giant hollow sphere in orbit over it. Then the moon was pushed back in time by billions of years to stir the oceans and moderate the temperatures and create the conditions for the life we have here now. And I'm quite certain that this great deed was not done so that a bunch of fraud bands and fraud comedians could steal all my music and poetry and comedy and be worshiped for the crime. No, this cosmic experiment will be executed like any experiment: the good results will be saved and cherished and the abominable failures will be thrown onto a fire and burned. I may have lost out to fraud in this wretched, fleeting life, but I look forward to an afterlife in a place where I am free to write and share my music. The conditions for my glory in the afterlife will be enabled by having all the evil frauds locked safely away in hell where they can do no further harm to me. As for my work in this world, I will be copyrighting my work through my lawyers starting next week to make sure that it all stays in my name. And the truth of my poem Blue Rodeo will outlast that nasty fraud band for the rest of time. One day it will be the only fame they have. I hope you make it to my party in the afterlife, but if you're still listening to that fraud station, your chances are not good. I will pray for you.
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Does This Crowd Want My Blood?

This morning I dreamed that I went on a day labor assignment. The boss came to pick me up and drove me way out into the sticks. He put me in a remote corner of a vast facility and ordered me to stack plywood. I struggled with the job all day but no one came to see me when quitting time came. As the other workers rushed to their cars I followed them and asked them if anyone had seen my supervisor and they all just ignored me. I didn't know where I was and the sun was going down. I stood there in the parking lot as it grew emptier and emptier and it got colder and darker and cried out 'will someone please help me!' And that's when I woke up in a sweat with my heart pounding. But when I realized where I really was, I wanted to go back to my nightmare. I woke up in a plywood bed in a home for disabled transients. It has been my home of the last five years as I have repeatedly called public attention to massive violations of my music and comedy by major stars and broadcasters. Up to last December, I had to spend two years complaining that Nickleback had stolen my music, two years from the day that I rewrote a song that they stole from me ten years ago that still played on the radio. I told everyone this and it means that the band must have been incarcerated in 2014. And yet, over the summer of 2016, it looks like everyone just wanted to party with Nickleback because Nickleback had a new hate song on the rock radio for the whole summer. I think Nickleback may have even played a concert here this summer. People still wanted to spend their money to see a band that steals my music play a concert. But I woke up this morning to a place where I have just told everyone that Blue Rodeo stole a number of my songs in 2007. I heard that he (Cuddy) still had some music stashed away from his loot from 2007 and that he was waiting to see if I would rewrite them before he released them as his own songs. So has Blue Rodeo released anything 'new' for this local concert they have scheduled? What makes you think it's their music? Are the police reading? Are they going to do the security for the Blue Rodeo concert? Are they going to stop the fans of my music from raping the band that stole it from me? Make sure to use people with experience for that job. Get the ones who worked at the Crystalids shows and the Shards concerts and the Nickleback shows. So much for eight years of blogging, eh? How's the Google owner? Is he away on an ice fishing trip with the hosts of Dateline? I know quite well that the stars and broadcasters want me dead. It couldn't be more crystal clear to me after ten years of this life. But does this crowd also want me dead? How could these fraud bands be so successful without the support of so many fans? I've heard that crowds can be brutal and it probably even makes sense within Freudian theory somehow that a monstrous crowd of people who love my music and comedy would want to slaughter me for it. So I'm asking this as a serious question, does this crowd want to slaughter me for pleasing them with my music and comedy? And since I don't expect to receive an answer for this question right away, I am forced to quit blogging and sharing new songs until I do. I see no point in trying to please a crowd that only wants to slaughter me. Yeah, I saw how Blue Rodeo only had one scheduled appearance until I told everyone that they stole my music and now they have two shows scheduled. Pretty brutal. You know, if you want to slaughter me, I wish you would. My life is so creepy I don't even want to live it. I'm going to have to go back to my home town now to visit my mother's grave so I can hear Seal's voice singing Bad News while I tell her how much I miss her. Slaughtering me might just be the nicest thing you people have done for me in ten years of sharing my music and comedy with you on the internet.
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Blue Rodeo

I'm glad I'm not like Blue Rodeo and their supporters. I need to believe in God. Blue Rodeo committed fraud Before the weeping eyes of God My loudest cries of deep despair Were brushed aside without a care They took my songs which came from pain And used them to impose a stain Upon the noble human soul With dirty profits as their goal The money that they snatched away From starving paupers I would pay Is wasted on a flimsy lie To prop their fell illusion high And now they want to come to town To burn their victim's honour down What do they have to celebrate? They have no music, only hate
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Hate Evil

I heard last night that some of you are no longer flagging the fraud because of my wish for you to love your enemies. This is a grotesque misinterpretation of my words, which may be understandable in the light of so many of my heartfelt expressions, such as my song It Makes Me Wonder, being broadcast to you as fraud over the last ten years. In fact I have already discussed how to distinguish hate from justice in my Coats from the Lost and Found blog, but it looks like I must talk about it some more now, in order to stop my enemies from using my attempt at showing them kindness and mercy as a wedge with which to kick me in the face. Justice is not the same as hate. We need justice to keep our children safe and secure. We need it to give our honest citizens hope of a having some reward for their good behavior. In fact, justice is the closest thing a criminal can have to real love in this life. Like a concerned parent, it shows him the error of his ways and lets him suffer for his wrongdoing here so that he need not suffer for it in eternity. That horrible box has twisted the hearts of my followers so thoroughly. If someone like Mike Myers had told them to love me as he lapped up the rewards for my comedy, everyone would have loved him more for it. But when I try to do the same on his behalf, people stop flagging the fraud they see made out of my music and comedy on the web. This is most certainly the influence of television and the radio. And I think it is truly Satanic. There is only one thing we need to hate in this life: evil. We must hate and reject evil. These children of God who committed these crimes have been consumed by evil, but we must be careful to distinguish them from the evil that consumes them. You may love these children of God. You may pray for them and send them letters as they serve their prison sentences. But you must reject their evil. You reject their evil by rejecting their fraud. You must hate their crimes, but not their persons. I know that this is difficult. No one would like to see these people suffer more than I. I fantasize about murder-suicide. Sometimes it strikes me as the only way I will ever have my justice in this life. But then I recall how my Lord went to the cross for me and saw fit to forgive his murderers. Then I see this terrible situation as an opportunity to advance my relationship with God. And so, I stand by what I said. If you read anything here that contradicts it, consider it as a mere expression of my pain and do not act on it. I will be seeking justice through the courts. In particular, a lot of the money I am owed was earmarked for charity. I owe it to God to try to recover this money for the poor. I will not hold any grudges against anyone who was aligned against me through this awful crime. My enemy is their evil, not them. I hope I've made myself totally clear on this topic now. As for Google, I'm sorry I had to bash your owner here. Again, I am only human. But I know that some very good people work for Google and I don't want to hurt them. The same may be true for the corporations I have been bashing throughout this account. I'm sure they employ a lot of good people and I don't want to hurt them. The Lord has certainly made sure that my life would be extremely difficult under these conditions, but I'm well over the halfway mark now and perhaps I won't have to struggle for too much longer to fulfill his purposes. To my music followers, I am selling my amplifier to help me with my expenses as I struggle to pay for my legal services. Even though seven out of the ten songs in my metal 'a list' have no live video right now, it is more important for me to deal with my copyright issues in court than it is for me to prove I can sing and play my songs. If all goes well, you will be able to see me perform my songs in a proper concert setting at some point in the future. You may consider this as a declaration of my intention to share no further videos on YouTube. I wish I could describe my experience on that website over the last ten years as being something other than totally tragic. 12:00pm: I'm heading home from the VPL now after using up my two hour time limit for the morning. I could stay for another two hours but I'm exhausted from looking at all those violations of my work. I've updated my Star Copyright Offenders page with information from my notices of violations from Posterior Reflections all the way back to the Card Parties but I still have work to do to organize this information. What an impossibly enormous task for one victim to have to do by himself. Those evil frauds sure got a lot of help to steal everything I had online though. That's the kind of world we live in, I guess. I shouldn't even still be alive to complain about it. That's the kind of system we must vote for in our elections. It would be a lot easier to live a life of fraud than to live an honest life like mine, the way I see it. Oh well, maybe our justice system can help me to restore some faith in our society.
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Bad Dreams

Feeling a little stronger this morning after a good night's rest. I'm pretty much over that flu, by the way, if anyone cares. And I've still not gone to the clinic to analyze my CT scan results because they indicated that there was nothing seriously wrong with me. I'm just a typical man experiencing typical problems heading into my middle age. My body is breaking down normally over the outrageous lengths of time it is taking for me to have any real justice in the face of so many corporate violations of my work and my image. I'm trying to figure out what kind of message broadcasters are trying to send their subscribers by dismissing my existence after so many stars were made out of my music and comedy. I can only gather that they want us to have no hope. Supporting rich stars against a poor fraud victim seems totally immoral to me, but they are too amoral to dwell on such points. It even looks to me like some stardom chasers are getting ahead by tacitly glorifying the dirty crime of music fraud with their band's name or lyrics. How utterly depressing. Did Blue Rodeo make a lot of money in the last ten years from the songs they stole out of my YouTube account in 2007, the songs I heard playing on the radio and went online to complain about? Did they make a lot of money from my work after I went on Blogger in 2007 and told everyone that they ripped me off? If so, then I guess they have something in common with Nickleback and the Shards and Jay Leno and Saturday Night Live and all the other stars I went online to complain about for every day of the year 2007. I could sure use a little money, myself. But no one wants to pay me for my work, they only want to pay rich stars to steal it from me and lie to children with it. Last night I had a look at some of my old essays from 2004. In one on women I said that I had not been on a woman for over a year. Since then, by sharing my music and poetry and comedy on Blogger and YouTube, I have not been on a woman for over thirteen years. In another I praise some of my favorite TV shows of the time: The Trailer Park Boys, The Simpsons, The Daily Show, and Saturday Night Live. When I praised these stars they took it as permission to steal my work. They also intended to use my praise to indicate my 'guilt' should any dispute arise over my work's ownership. I guess this is the only kind of star who gets any support from the broadcasting business now because broadcasters have known about me for over twenty years and I haven't budged an inch in all that time. So when you dream of becoming a star, don't forget to dream about being a fraud. At least then your dream will have some foundation in reality. 1:47pm: I'm seeing double after linking up all those scores of violations of my music to their corresponding web pages in my account. What a way to make me spend twenty percent of my life! You mustn't want to be a star who produces his own work like me. The price is too high for that. But if you want to lie to children with music and cartoons and poetry, you'll get a very easy ride to the top and the broadcasters will stand by you against your fraud victim to the very bitter end. I must go home and rest now, but don't forget what Google says and don't be evil. If you are evil, you must get all the corporations like Google to lower our public moral standards with their broadcasting influence until your evil becomes 'good'.
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Amendment: It's Okay to Love Matt Groening

In my song Thrown Stones, I sing about how much it hurts me to hurt others. That's what I mean by the line, thrown stones sting with the mark they make. I've always been like this. It's the way God made me. I always regret it when I hurt someone because I end up feeling their pain and having my own sense of guilt on top of it. So this situation I've been put in with my work online has really messed me up because I have been forced to be a prick and it is totally against my nature. I can't read my angry posts at all. They are too pain ridden for me. I was never on a power trip here, just a pain trip. Since I will soon be discontinuing my daily posts to this account, I want to go back to being myself as much as possible before I say good bye. I wish I could have kept the copyright information I shared here free of emotion but I am an artist and externalizing my feelings simply happens automatically as I discuss almost any topic. At least these posts show the deep psychological impact of so many violations against my work and my name. I'm going to amend a couple of things now that I said earlier in the heat of the moment. The first is where I said that copyright offenders have no souls. I shouldn't have said that. In fact, I should have told you to pray for the souls of copyright offenders. I was just consumed by rage at the time. The other is my request to remove your love for authors from your love for their work, as in it's okay to love the Simpsons, just not Matt Groening. The Lord would not be happy with me for telling people to do that. If anything, He wants you to love Matt Groening even more for being your enemy. On top of that, it was quite foolish of me to think I could have any influence whatsoever over who you choose to love. Your hearts are your own to administer however you wish. I've been clean and sober for every day of 2017 up to today and I've drastically cut down on my cigarette smoking. I guess my wildest days are behind me now as I head irreversibly into my middle age. I seem to be ever on the verge of tears, however. I must struggle to 'pull myself together' when I reflect on my life of the last ten years. I don't know if this is situational or merely the result of my shifting brain chemistry as my neurotransmitters slowly return to their original balance. Anyway, once they do, I'm going to try to leave them that way. Back to my page links. Looks like I'll be adding some new notices of violations to my account today as I extend them to my posts from 2010 to 2012. When I'm finished, I'll add as much as I can from them to my list of star copyright offenders. Then I guess this account will be done. Of course, I will continue writing at home but I will only share my new work with my lawyer. If I'd have done so with my old work, maybe I could have avoided this whole disaster. 3:06pm: I'm back to add one more vital detail to this post. I asked people to withdraw their love from stars who stole my work because this love had a very evil flip side: hate for me. I most recently sensed this hate from the love that was clearing the way for Blue Rodeo's visit to Vancouver scheduled this January 28th. A major violator of my music, the love for this band may have been what provoked the bitter posts in my short lived Commercial Broadcasting Is Indecent blog which immediately preceded this blog. Such hate poisons me and brings out the very worst in me online, which is probably the intention of the ones who keep sewing it with these local concert promotions for bands that violate or violated my copyrights like Blue Rodeo and AC/DC. What I was trying to achieve by protesting their love for violators of my work and my image was to stem its corresponding tide of hate against me. It's okay to love these bad stars, as long as it is an informed love that will protect me from any further harm. That's the kind of love I want you to have for them, a nice, safe, Christian love. If you want to love me for my work, I hope it will not manifest as hate to the ones who violated it. God wouldn't like that, just as I expect that the Lord would not want us to hate Jews as a result of our love for Him. I want our love to be as perfect as we can get it. And now I must return to my notices of violations. 4:39pm: I've had all I can take of seeing followers zero on my blogs today as I log violations that were made against my work by the biggest stars on the planet and know that their fans all read my blogs. Google's Blogger sure made sure that I would have absolutely no motivation from them whatsoever to restore all this work to the web. It is so INSULTING to have to look at that notice while I have the attention of so many millions of strangers and it is very upsetting to know that it encourages disrespect from local citizens who might respect me otherwise. But I guess that if the president of Google thought it was okay to sell my evidence to Dateline so they could illegally send me to Hell with it in 2012, he must think that it is acceptable to now push my Blogger posts into deep space where no one could find them even with a search reference that consisted of whole paragraphs of my work. I will be relieved when I don't need his website anymore. I bet I'd have made it a long time ago if I'd have stayed off of his brutal website.
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Heartfelt Apology

Let me start this post by saying that I feel bad for what I said about the guys who are struggling to put bands together. I shouldn't have called them pillsbury doughboys and said that they were incapable of producing outstanding work. Let me apologize to them from my heart for that. I really do feel bad about it. I don't want to discourage them. It's just that when I recall reading that Musicians Wanted page in the Georgia Straight in 2008 and seeing how into my music they were, I go absolutely nuts from the thought how much disrespect I have received from them in all the years since. If I made them feel good with my music, even if it was in the hands of fraud bands, I think I deserve at least a modicum of respect from them. Anyway, that's up to them, I guess. I don't really think they are pillsbury doughboys. I'm sure a lot of them are fine musicians. I was just lashing out at them in my agony. I hope they can be big enough to understand where that remark came from and forgive me for it. And those new CBC shows look very interesting. Workin' Moms is just the kind of show I'd like. I think it's pretty cool of them to honour our hard working mothers in the population with a show like this. I wish them success with their new programming schedule. I've looked up our new prime minister on Google to see what he looks like. He looks younger than I thought, but he looks like a fair man. Maybe I'll do a portrait of him with my ballpoint pen. I've been waking up with this recurring vision in my head over the last few months. It's from a seat in a movie theatre during the screening of a documentary feature that starts with footage of me playing shirtless in front of a massive, Woodstock like crowd. I'm playing and singing a song that is not currently in my repertoire, kind of a party song with lyrics that are half jibberish but extremely catchy. I'm going to have to try to write that song now. It sounded really cool. We're moving into the last week of my library phase and I'm a little sad. I've done a lot of living on these pages in front of the world over the last eight years. During a mass, there's a point where the priest closes his eyes and stretches out his arms, as though to join hands with all humanity. That's how I feel when I'm online, like I'm reaching out and touching friends all across the globe. And now it's almost time to close this tragic chapter in my life. I will miss you, my dear invisible friends.
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Learning the Hard Way

I added the big corporate names to my list of star copyright offenders on my copyright issues page accessible through my statements link at the bottom of this post. Here is a list of violators of my copyrights who can afford to pay me big bucks in compensation. By the way, I thought MacDonnell-Douglas's video for Bird of Prey was a rush. Of all the violations of my music, theirs was perhaps the most tasteful. If only we could have come to a legitimate arrangement for the use of my song in that video. I'd have been proud to have such a majestic aircraft named after one of my songs. And it's important to include the name of Telus among the violators of my work if only to explain why I have no home connection. The cable company, given its own culpability in this affair, affords no safe alternative for me as an internet service provider. I hope the rock radio has stopped playing Blue Rodeo's violations of my 2007 YouTube account. As I was just telling rock radio listeners just a few weeks ago, their station makes them hate me. When the radio has people loving a fraud for something I wrote, it turns the whole crowd into my enemy. After ten years of this now, I consider myself an expert on the subject. Back in 2004 when I was cutting my teeth as an author of poems and short stories, I wrote: Bring on your archers, fellow bards My heart invites their plunging pain For what is time without a wound To give it measure but inane? Bring on your terror, beloved foes I'd rather run for want of aim Than play an idle waiting game My heart is filled with triumph new I owe it most of all to you I'd just finished reading a biography of Dostoyevsky that talked about his time in the gulag and I pined for some similar kind of strife in my own life to give my work an edge. I suppose I should be careful what I wish for because my last thirteen years of total misery have more than answered this need. Rock and roll gained its edge initially through the trials of black Americans in a racist society. Without anyone being the victim of some kind of horror or injustice, there is little to distinguish one author's work from the next. What set my work apart, then, is my struggle against such overwhelming injustice. And while those who've been caught and prosecuted now may know the shame of public rejection, they will never know how it feels to have such shame imposed on them when they are innocent. This knowledge and the authority it adds to my work will set me apart forever among the authors of my time. 12:22pm: I'm heading home now after linking up the titles on my notices of copyright violations for The Nefarious Broadcasting Corporation, Weapons and Entertainment Arsenal, and The National Bullcrapping Corporation. I imagine I will be able to get everything linked up the way I want and all the lists finalized beside each offender's name in my star copyright offenders list in time for my meeting with my new lawyer. He said I must undergo an orientation and I've been trying to imagine it. Maybe they'll say something like, 'okay Dave, we'll let you have your money but you must stop calling the business a parasite.' Or maybe they'll say, 'we'll let you be a star but you must stop calling the media a sex offender.' For the kind of money and fame that I have coming, such a compromise strikes me as entirely acceptable, so you may expect a possible softening of my stance as I attempt to undergo the transition from being a poor isolated crime victim to a widely respected public figure. 6:11pm: I just added the rest of that poem for this post. It was first authored and shared in 2004 under the title Bring on Your Archers. If anyone else has had their name on it since then, please put the offender behind bars.
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It Makes Me Wonder

Call me a liar A coward and a cheat And in my defense What case could I possibly make And how could I deny A heart so tender and sweet How could I betray A love so complete Well it's hard to explain The troubles that I've made Lucky is the man Who learns from his mistakes There is little left For the man who hesitates And tell me what is gained By those who always take So here's what's left of my heart Yeah it's all torn apart You say your hands are tied And it's time to say goodbye Still it makes me wonder And it makes me cry Yes it makes me wonder And it makes me cry How the best things are won with sacrifice I can't stand the sight of my own reflection I just don't like what I see All I ever hear you saying to me Is that I'm not the man that I used to be So take the veil from your eyes This is who I've always been I know it's not a pretty sight Yeah I tried but I failed Still it makes me wonder And it makes me cry Yes it makes me wonder And it makes me cry Yes it makes me wonder And it makes me cry How the best things are won with sacrifice Okay, so do you want me to say now that I wrote the above lyrics in 2007? I WROTE THIS SONG IN 2007. BLUE RODEO STOLE THIS SONG IN 2007. I complained about Blue Rodeo stealing this song in 2007 and nothing happened. But it's not 2007 anymore. You get the cops to come and bust me if I'm lying. I damn well recognize my words. I recall hearing that prick of a fraud band on the radio with this song I wrote while I swamped furniture in a delivery van. If you don't want to take this offense off the web, I'm calling my lawyer about this today. And if you want to know what the words in the chorus mean, they mean it makes me wonder if CBC is controlled by biker gangs and it makes me cry because I'm sensitive. Yes, I've never been afraid to admit that I cry when I'm in severe pain. I bet Nickleback passed on stealing this song because they thought it was a pussy song. I'm going to add Blue Rodeo's name to my list of known violators of my copyrights and I'm going to link their offense to this page. And as long as this stays online, I expect you to believe me when I tell you they stole this song from me. As I said, I want Blue Rodeo tested for ownership of the above song and when they fail the test I want them tested for all of the songs on their Small Miracles album. And then I want them severely punished for violating my copyright and trying to kill me with my own heartbreak. They probably stole Diamond Mine from that guy in Toronto too, but that's his problem. I can only prosecute them for music they stole from me. 2:50pm: So what happened to the words I was looking at for this yesterday? Am I confusing it with something else? I thought I saw a version of these words that had longer, more esoteric words in the verses. I tried to find it today and maybe it's been erased. But I recall how I used to publish my music in 2007 when I was unsure about the words and then change them after. Anyway, I would have written and shared the other version of this song as well, slightly earlier. I'm surprised that the words were still online for me to recover today. When I tried to recover my words for Buck Henry and Under My Umbrella I couldn't because they were totally erased from the internet. So my loyal readers (to hell with the rest of you), it looks like I found myself a lawyer today. I'll be meeting him later this month and getting the wheels moving on my legal action against all these crooked stars like Blue Rodeo. Oh yes, I'm quite free to come to the public library and complain about Blue Rodeo's crimes because the police can't arrest me for telling the truth. Remember that, you artists of the future, when this horror happens to you. I better get busy working on my copyright issues page now. I want to have it well organized in time for my meeting. And let me leave you with a more positive example of my heartbreak with the below video. This song, which the Crystalids stole from me, is just as sad as It Makes Me Wonder, only it's a little more innovative. I bet this is the one that made all the rock radio listeners and CBC/MTV viewers call the Crystalids 'Jesus'. You don't have to call me Jesus, just don't call me a liar when I'm telling the truth. Ten years of this crime is enough now. 4:18pm: Wow, am I ever beat here at the public library. I'm down with that January flu. I have a headache and trouble with my breathing. But I have so much work to do on these files that I have to work when I'm sick. I also find it depressing to have to log so many thousands of violations of my copyright by every star in the world when our media would still rather support a violator of my copyright like Blue Rodeo after ten years of this abuse. But at least I'm going to have a lawyer now. Nice to know that I will have someone on my side again to help me with all this. I'll come back tomorrow and post some more. I might as well stay online through this latest copyright dispute. God, I hate my life.
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Don't Go to Blue Rodeo

So they're still going through with the Blue Rodeo show. I just had a look through the lyrics on their Small Miracles album from 2007. Did they write It Makes Me Wonder or did they steal that from me? That really looks like something I might have come up with back then. I suffered a lot from those music violations as I shared my first round of songs on YouTube. I recall being extremely upset about hearing a song that was about the pain of my image's assassination being stolen and turned into fraud by Blue Rodeo on the radio. I think I even complained about it in my Blogger account at the time. Can you copyright guys test them for that song? Can you test them for every song on the Small Miracles album? This band is friendly with George Strombpoulos, the media connection for the former Crystalids.
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No Attention, No Hit

A world is not in human hands But in the grip of greed Whose champions make cruel demands Upon the ones in need Thus honest work is undermined Turned crooked and uncouth To capture and in darkness blind All seekers of the truth And nowhere is the truth mocked more Than where the people claim That truth and justice are their core And happiness their aim For bitter knowledge fails to sell Unless made sweet with lies And long experience would tell Of virtue's slow demise From my poem, the Road to Elysium Who did they tell you wrote the above? They knew I wrote it and who did they tell you wrote it? Did they try to tell you Leonard Cohen wrote it, like they did when I first shared Buck Henry? Do you understand it? It talks about how our world is inhuman because of greed, you know, like the greed of broadcasting corporations who need me to write all their comedy and hit songs for them so they can give them to a hundred frauds and charge you a hundred times as much for it. Would you have gone to see Nickleback if they didn't have Fool's Paradise and Nonchalant? Would you have gone to see the Shards if they didn't have Virtue? Would you have gone to see Beyonce without Under My Umbrella? Would you have gone to see Seal without Bad News and Beguiled? Etc, etc, etc. Maybe you still would have gone to see some of these jerks without my music, but not in nearly as high numbers as you did to watch them steal my whole life. So I guess we can't give all that attention to the frauds who built their careers out of my life if we're going to have any attention for the author when we're finished. That would explain why I receive no attention now. And if financial success depends on attention, I am limited as to what I can do about it by myself here.
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