Commercial Broadcasting Is a Sex Offender

Back to my statements today. I don't want to get too sidetracked with humorous comments on the unusual Vancouver snowfall. Yes, I was just joking about being flown off to Switzerland in my drunken slumber. I often think of humorous things to say, don't I? And the TV stars who steal them rarely think of anything humorous to share on their own - unless, of course, it apes someone, which is a skill they share with all the little Grade Three's in elementary school. But none of them can draw, though they like to be called artists. And none of them write poetry or music, though I've had to remove their names from whole volumes of my poetry over the last seven years. This blog is read around the world, eh? So how do you treat sex offenders in your country? Do you cut their genitals off? Do you put them in a cell and make them wait for a bullet in the back of the head? If so, I must commend you on your excellent justice. Maybe you have less money than my country but at least you can have justice in your life to more than make up for it. We don't punish sex offenders here. The TV and radio turns them all into worshiped stars with my songs and blogs instead. And no one in our population seems to see the sexual aspect of this broadcasting crime. What is rock? Isn't it sexy music? So wouldn't stealing a man's rock be tantamount to a sexual offense against him? How did they use my music? Oh, to have orgies that mocked the author of the music being celebrated. Doesn't that strike anyone but the victim as perverse? Only when someone besides the victim is complaining about it, I guess. The TV and radio don't breathe a word about their sex crimes. They only want people to love frauds when they steal my work and then forget about the crime when I have the person incarcerated and punished through my copyright protection and lawyers. The TV and radio don't want anyone to fear an artist's copyright protection the way they want everyone to love a fraud for stealing from an artist. This is quite clear to me now and I don't know why they are allowed to continue their broadcasts in this hateful, irresponsible capacity. All they did was venerate frauds for ten years and now they want to spend the next ten years humiliating their fraud victim to explain the massive loss of content on their syndication schedule that had to be returned to its owner. What was that Austin Powers plot again? Oh, Austin Powers lost his mojo, did he? You mean he lost his sex appeal? Now where would they get an idea like that? Do you think maybe their victim might have complained about how he needed his songs and his blogs to help him be more desirable to women? Yeah, well I'm not some great industry stud like those lying frauds, but I have managed to score with a handful of women before I went on the internet to share my personality with a gang of greedy, envious, lazy, TV and radio supported superstars. Yes, I do believe that all of the five or so women with whom I've been intimate told me they fell for my sense of humor. My sense of humor made me desirable to women all the way to 2002. And then I started sharing my sense of humor with the world on Blogger. And you can gather up the next fourteen years by my Chronoblog, which is mostly a repeat post of my first seven years online. But Mike Myers wanted to be the one who got the sympathy for losing his mojo while he was stripping my blogs bare of any content that might help to improve my love life. And this was just fine with the commercial broadcasters, who now want you to keep loving and admiring Mike Myers after his filthy, perverted fraud with another man's wit. These industry couples are the worst when it comes to holding this sanctimonious view of how the loot from their gang rape of my work being used to rape teens and to rape and poison college girls at the Vancouver Community College somehow makes them more decent than their victim. I mind my own business when I practice my songs in my room. I only practice my own songs and I don't push them on anyone. I'll try my luck with them in front of a crowd and it will just be between me and the crowd. But they reach into my home when I'm alone and minding my own business and steal my songs and tell dirty lies about me and fuck up my life so bad that it takes years and years to recover from it. If they had their own music or comedy to focus on while I'm so busy producing and practicing my work, they wouldn't need to violate my peace so thoroughly. But pretending to hold the moral high ground after participating in the kind of foulness that would make priest vomit is not just an act of sanctimony but of total hypocrisy. These are the very same people who were howling for my blood when I was innocent because they thought it was so dirty to steal songs and blogs. Why can't they apply this logic to their own behavior? All I want for Christmas is justice. And I'm not the only one who is extremely dissatisfied with the TV and radio making stars out of perverts with my work and then shunning the punishment of their criminal heroes afterwards. Concerned parents are upset at the examples being provided for their children. They know how badly every child wants to be a star and they don't want their children going to prison like Jay Leno and having their genitals marked for fraud just because the media refuses to report such facts. And my lawyers are also quite upset with how the media have been leaving their victim alone to report criminal punishments that reporters find too embarrassing to admit. And the average, decent soul out there is also on my side or I'm sure I would know it otherwise. In the meantime, I am surrounded by industry people on the sidewalk who want to create the illusion that I am as easily dismissed by the crowd out there as I am by their smug selves with their crime loot to hold up as evidence of their decency. And they're holding hands. How nice. Maybe they'll have a child who can grow up and get his dick signed for being a star with stolen work. This is the perfect environment to breed a hate child. You can smell the hate sex in the street as you walk by their homes. If You Can't Admit It, Don't Commit It 2:15pm How do you like that title? I'm good at coining titles, eh? That's the mark of a true author, which is why those stars who stole my blogs can't do it. This title is meant to be read by our corporate media, in order to offer them moral guidance. You see, the corporate media can't admit their support for offenses with my comedy and music that qualify as sexual assaults because it is too embarrassing for them, but they were obviously quite comfortable about committing these offenses. I think that if you can't admit an offense, you should not commit it. It's similar to not doing the crime if you can't do the time. But this kind of advice is useless against incurable hypocrites, quite naturally. They're Also Attempted Murderers On the way home today I heard a put-down that I thought was extremely inappropriate. I was called a 'pussy'. Tell me out there, when they catch a sex offender raping a victim in your country, do they let the rapist on the web so he can keep on bashing his rape victim? I bet you have better justice than we do here. Here it looks like we've sold all our justice to corporations in exchange for a higher material standard of living. Anyway, I might as well defend myself against this ridiculous put-down, if only to make sure the jerk who said it suffers. Well, big cool tough guy, where the hell are you with your tough talk? I'm here at the Vancouver Public Library for the afternoon. Couldn't you prove your point better by coming and addressing me in person to make me shake in my boots from your manly display? And you must think it was manly for those cocksucker bands to gang up on me and steal my songs behind my back when they outnumber me a thousand to one. Is anyone else this stupid? You didn't think I would survive having to tell the world all by myself that the great Rolling Stones stole my music and the great TV stars stole my comedy. But why are you so interested in my music and comedy, which expresses my heart, if you think I'm such a pussy? If I were a pussy, wouldn't I write pussy music, like that horrible song the Crystalids tried to write for themselves to stay on the radio after they were caught stealing my music? When I think of pussy music, I think of boring love songs like 'Turn Around Bright Eyes', not my rock. Do you know why you still thought I was a pussy when my work is the work of a brave artist? Because you filled the logic gap in your argument with your own outrageous ego. But if you take your ego out of your thinking process and examine my work, you'd realize that it is hardly the work of a pussy. Pussies don't face down whole stadium crowds by themselves from a little hovel in east Vancouver. And you think it's manly to gang up on one person with thousands of friends and attack the guy behind his back. You must think your cowardly put-down makes you manly when I don't know your face or your name and I've never probably said a word to you in my whole life. What would a real pussy do if he were thrust into my position? Is that what you expected me to do, commit suicide? Do you need your 'pussy' victim to commit suicide to make you look like you did the right thing by stealing his party and celebrating your unspeakable hate with it? You're such a coward, you don't even have the balls to kill your fraud victim so you can get away clean with your crime. And you're so high on yourself, you can't figure out that your victim has more courage than you do. I won't need anyone to hold my hand when I go onstage with my music, like those wimpy cocksucker bands or like little brats like Justin Beiber with Seal to hold his hand backstage. I don't have a big crowd of friends to offer any support for me when I decide to take my music on the road, the way these ugly frauds did. But I survived your cowardly attempt to murder me by my own hand and I think your behind-the-back put-downs are just more evidence of your lack of character and lack of fitness for use as a public role model, especially with my music and/or comedy. I'll stay in the library to add some more to my indexes if this big cool tough guy wants to prove I'm a pussy. I won't hold my breath waiting for him. To my loyal readers, my musical practices are turning out well. I practice ten songs at a time and I'm starting to get good at playing them. Sorry I can't get on a stage with them as long as the local broadcasters still want to support performers who steal my music and comedy. They turn all the venues against me when they do that.
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