Happy Birthday 2016

No more birthday present in my bank account anymore. I know my mom and dad are gone. I was kind of hoping it wouldn't happen to me until I was seventy-two like Mick Jagger. But instead it happened to me when I was fifty. Now I'm fifty-one. Here are all my video posts of the last few weeks. I got kind of hooked on using the camcorder. So that's how I type my blogs. I'm not a comedian but I just look like one because no one else on the comedy stage has anything very amusing or imaginative - no one. So that forces a rock musician to have to defend himself against a bunch of crappy comics instead of being able to play his music. When I think of the volumes of music that these untalented comedians have cost the world with their ugly fraud, I feel even less like laughing at their shitty jokes. You can tell the difference between my comedy and my serious remarks, I'm sure - except maybe for my Corporate Punishment video which the cheating business had to turn into comedy so they could cheat me out of my indignation. Quite a lot of these videos, if not all of them, were first shared on YouTube, pretty much as they are now, back in 2007. Nov 3/2016: Success Story Nov 2/2016: In My Own Words Nov 2/2016: Systematic Destruction Nov 1/2016: Control Panel Control Nov 1/2016: The Lunar Triangle Oct 31/2016: Eye of the Monsoon Oct 31/2016: Driving for Perfection Oct 30/2016: Corporate Punishment Oct 29/2016: Arrest Bad Broadcasters Oct 29/2016: Idol Chatter Oct 28/2016: Non-Believer Issue Oct 28/2016: Positively Electric Oct 28/2016: Mother Mayhem Oct 27/2016: Camp David Oct 26/2016: Scotch Whiskey Oct 26/2016: Desolate Meanderings Oct 26/2016: Okay Corral Oct 21/2016: Talking Nonchalance Oct 20/2016: The Making of Nonchalant Oct 18/2016: Rose Colored Grasses Oct 17, 2016: The Meaning of Fife (Happy Thanksgiving 2016 and Tragic Figure already embedded.)
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Five Week Blues

My next video log will be the last one for a while. It is over twenty minutes in length and I want you to watch it from start to finish. In it I spoke of the American dream much in the same way I spoke of it in 2007. Who plagiarized it since then? We'll soon know. I posted a number of vlogs that year to articulate my position as a badly violated author. And I recall either vlogging or blogging the comment that if the weapons/entertainment industry stumbled on a goose that laid golden eggs, it would shoot the goose in the head and take its egg. Who plagiarized it since then? Anyway, that's how sensible these right-wing businessmen are. I doubt they could have gotten rich without committing some kind of crime. And are you all busy making money out there? Well, you better be. Making money is important. Believe me, life is shitty without money. Life stinks when you never have any money and you can't have sex because the women have all been corralled by a giant corporate predator. I'm so fucking depressed after this five week wait for my cheque that I bet I have enough music for a blues-metal opera. Speaking of predators, I wouldn't have suffered any pit bull attack in Toronto because they banned pit bulls there after I reported being attacked here in Vancouver back in early 2008. And Dick Cheney's money is like a big, aggressive pit bull from where I'm limping. He must spend a fortune on public relations to be able to stand up in a public place without being machine gunned. I'll have to go the sandwich line again today. Tomorrow is cheque day, but I will probably have to stand in line again because I need to save my food money to be able to pay a lawyer to get me out of this hole I was thrown in by this evil business that everyone trusts. I used to love children and dogs, but now I don't like children that much - except the really small ones - and I fear dogs. I really do fear dogs now. I discuss that in my video. And as for children, I've taken so much hate from them that I distrust them before I smile for them. And this cookie hate may well be coming from that fucking song they play the shit out of here, the one that popped up shortly after I first posted my fig newton video in 2007. What a great way to program all the children in the schoolyard to hate my guts. They sure know how to earn their money. [3:25pm:] I went home from the soup line and thought about a few things I heard said by the people chatting in front of me. I think their conversation might have turned to events around my life since they both recognized me immediately. So, did you all hear about that venue that got closed? And the guy in front of me liked that band. Oh, what kind of music did they play, CFOX? Did you know, CBC? And did you ruin my fifth summer in a row to try to impress your informational dependents with this great new talent? But the venue is closed now. And what happened to the band? Are they off enjoying a world tour like you wanted them? Is this Janis's band - the one with a million and a half views? Or is it Blondie Hateful's band? Or is it Roxanna's noisy friends? Anyone but me, right. Hey, CFOX and CBC, did you hear about how they were surprised to find out I had 'a cock'? After I got all those shows cancelled and got big stars thrown into prison in 2013 and 2014, why were they surprised? Did someone tell them I was bullshitting when I was warning them against going to prison for stealing my work? You like to tell everyone lies like that, eh? You know how to earn your corporate paycheques. That sure is an awesome song I re-recorded. Why do you need to humiliate me with my most awesome creations? Are you psychotic? And think how much money we could have made from my music in the last nine years if you snobs in the media weren't so united against truth and talent - and GOD ALMIGHTY! God is with me and God performs miracles. The miracles He has in mind for me are not going to work out very well for you. It was your own choice. And to that guy who liked that band, people like you are giving this town a bad reputation. It is also to avoid ever playing my songs for people like you that I will refuse to perform my music until I leave this city. Now to do something that my enemies never do: play fair. I should have been more fair about criticizing Trump for his likely knowledge of the crimes with my work. In fact, Hillary may have noticed in the text above Part III post of my Heavenly Escapade poem (the Women) that I supported her bid for leadership of the Democratic Party in 2007. The comment I have now is astonishingly similar, with respect to her bid for national leadership. I don't think either of these politicians give a shit about me, but I think Hillary is a little more innocent than Trump. I'll post my video log on YouTube tomorrow.
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Negative Growth

What do corporations pay their employees for anyway? How much does the person who goes online and lies about me behind my back everyday with derogatory comments get paid for his work? How much did they pay the workers to set up all those fraud shows that were celebrated after I was driven to erase my songs from the internet? How much did they pay corrupt CBC staff to sell out their country and let NBC have the life-work of a Canadian author so an American star could be on the Vancouver Sun's list of the world's funniest people? They pay workers by the hour to lie about who writes the most popular work and they pay media people to go on television and destroy promising new authors with horrible lies. Whatever they are paying you to do, it seems to have the ultimate effect of betraying your own interests and this is because they make no distinction between clean money and dirty, filthy crime loot. So why do these corrupt, evil, malicious assholes have so much influence? There must be some vital economic need for the whole population to sell their souls to Lucifer. I really do wish I were born Amish. Honestly. Yeah, that was another hit they stole that I just rewrote. And while these money men might be proud of their profits, losing money is not my main complaint. They stole something far more precious than money from me when they rewarded vicious frauds with stardom for stealing my work and lying about my name. I want to feel good about writing a good song that pleases people. But I can't feel good about writing songs that were stolen from me and used to fuck me in the ass and used to make schoolchildren hate my guts and used to turn every woman on the street into a bitter enemy. And not talking about this enormous crime with my work on the television that profited so much from it is a real insult to justice. I think we should arrest these rich fuckers and take away all their money so that it can be put to a good use for once instead of watching them on TV like a bunch of fucking sheep after this crime they committed in front our eyes. I recorded myself speaking about the American dream last night and I'll probably do a few more vlogs to help people navigate through the barrage of defamation that has been put up by desperate broadcasters to forestall their demise for another day at my expense. I can't believe how much we let the rich trample all over the poor these days. Who needs a war to dehumanize the population when they're already acting like that at home?
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Nonchalant

Stuck in a see-through shell Need to be an anomaly Stand where you almost fell With your back up against the wall Playing the options well Keeping in good society Too far removed to tell If you're even around at all Saw you, plain as day Acting silly in the hallway Adamant was your display That you have all the fun you want Tried to light the way But you'd rather fool me always Holding back your knowledge As you try to be nonchalant What word could they have sent Echoing through your corridor? No telling where it went To attract such a wide reply Playing the innocent Only more for you to ignore As you think of reasons To prevent me from learning why With an outside interest Insulated from engaging The confused expression Of your stumbling confidante Okay, you know best For the caper you are staging Causing a depression When you dare to be nonchalant Such a naughty girl Someone should take her on the knee Show her the way the world Would become, sudden as a shot Someone should smash the pearl She mistakes for reality Get her focussed on the only Window that we have got Knows she won't be Caught without a valid cover Dwelling on the matters That are likely to come back and haunt Vainly out to see Anguish added to my shudder Accuracy scatters In the face of the nonchalant
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Thrown Dogs

Boy, it took me a long time to get to sleep last night. I kept tossing and turning with my memories of October/November 2007. It's too much stress for a man to handle indefinitely. November 2007 was when Dateline protected their crooked stars by broadcasting a show that declared me a fraud. The hate hit my brain like a ton of bricks and drove me immediately from the web. Let me tell you what I saw on YouTube the very next day. Ding! Dong! The witch is dead! Which old witch? The wicked witch! That was no coincidence, eh, YouTube? And you belong to Google, right? Oh, don't be evil! What do you think evil is anyway? Do you think it was evil for me to author and share my work on the web and please large numbers of people with it in 2007? Because if that's evil, then I would certainly have been a witch. And that would make those frauds into angels for stealing my work and lying to the human heart with it and, above all, for pressing it onto DVD's and making millions and millions of dollars for themselves under a false claim of ownership. So, who said I'm lost yesterday? Yes, can you help me find the world where a poet is treated with respect instead of hung out to dry by the monsters who steal his work? I've been searching for nine years now. The TV especially likes to focus these kinds of lies on children, who like colourful stories like the Wizard of Oz. And the broadcasters don't quit until they have the children in the schoolyard yelling insults at me as I pass by them. Last week, for instance, a child almost shouted himself hoarse trying to get me to turn and acknowledge his cry of hey, DAD!, which was meant to mock my convenience store choices of snacks. The media is only happy when they have all the children hating my guts and loving the assholes who stole my work and committed ghastly fraud with it. And our justice system is obviously incapable of putting an effective end to it or I wouldn't still be complaining about it nine years later. Another video stands out in my mind from that horrible time. It was GI in Iraq who was eager to offer his rebuttal to my post where I confess my fondness for dogs. Does everyone remember it? He looks into the lens and says, 'do you like dogs?,' and then he picks up a puppy and flings him so high in the air that the poor little guy is sure to land in a very injured condition. That's the way your networks and the people at Google thought you should celebrate my work in late 2007. And if I'm still stuck in this state, I guess it's still their position on the matter. I'm glad I don't watch their poisonous broadcasts. I'll do my own sinning. I won't have some hateful, mind manipulating corporation adding to it without my conscious knowledge. I'm all by myself with these memories now and it sure makes me want to kill myself. But Christ found me in 2010 because I went deist from atheist. And I'm in his arms now and will remain in his arms, no matter what I decide.
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Check Before Cheering

If some new talent rises up on the web, the first thing everyone should do is take the web page and test it against the content of my accounts. Quite often they turn out to be robbing my posts. You can see that my last script is a comical extension of what I had to say about erring on the side of justice in my preceding post. That's probably how I came up with it the first time. And for the TV to take this kind of pure truth and twist it into fraud promises to turn your mind to mush.
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Failsafe Hand Glue

(A dinner table. A man is requested to pass the salad. He picks up the salad dish securely then sends its contents flying with an exaggerated, spastic gesture.) As the world grows ever more complicated, it's getting harder and harder to hold onto things. That's why we invented Failsafe. This two-way adhesive strip fits neatly in your palms and bonds to anything you put your hands on, ensuring the integrity of your grip for up to twenty-four hours. (A war zone. Soldiers attempt to overrun a machine gun position.) Lieutenant: Private Hamhand, deploy your hand grenade. Hamhand: Yes, sir. (The grenade sticks to his hand.) It won't let go, sir. Err on the side of caution with Failsafe Adhesive Strips.
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