Defending My Honour Again

I'm not sure about this year being a bumper year for songwriting anymore since I've lost interest in my songwriting for the time being. The Blue Rodeo concert has had a very negative impact on me, their fraud victim. First of all, I did not like hearing about their pen. Ten years ago the Crystalids pulled the same stunt and gouged a ten year hole into my life with it. And why were those girls in the primary school running up to the fence to taunt me with sex grunts in January when Blue Rodeo was coming to town? My guess is that the band assassinated my character behind my back with yet another false accusation of a sex offense against children to clear the way for their album fraud with my music now that ten years have passed since the Crystalids did the same thing to me to clear the way for their own music fraud with three hours of my songs. And where was I headed when the girls sprang out to taunt me from behind the fence? I was on my way to meet a lawyer who wants me to think that Saturday Night Live, a show that plagiarized thousands of lines of my rhyming verses, was only parodying me. So let me answer his question here in front of the whole world by asking him a question: why don't you ask my neighbors from my old apartment building who wanted to push me off my balcony because they thought I was stealing from the TV if they think that Saturday Night Live was only parodying me? I've brought my camera with me today to take a shot of myself posting this blog and showing the date on my library computer. I need to constantly show people that I'm not in jail because these lying stars on TV lie and tell them I'm in jail every second week when I've never been arrested or incarcerated my whole life. I'll try to include a video shot for each post I make from the library from now on if it helps to support the claims I make against evil predators who the TV has everyone mistaking for sweethearts who believe in 'small miracles' while they use their stolen fame to tell schoolchildren lies about my poetry, music, cartoons, comedy and my sexuality. Just give me some time to compile them at home. Sitting here today and counting up the thousands of violations of my music and writing from the last ten years, I can't help but be a little frustrated over not being able to get a lawyer here. Even in 2007 I apparently had to travel all the way to Ottawa to find a lawyer as the TV helped itself to my blogs while they were still online. Why didn't these lawyers see the money making opportunity of taking my righteous side against wealthy stars and corporations? I guess they looked at how the stars and broadcasters were all pile driving onto me and simply figured I would be crushed by it and just thought they should let it all happen. I guess they didn't have any moral problem with accepting such a miserable crime of fraud made out of beautiful songs and poems for children and messages of hope for people of faith. Maybe they even liked the fraud. Or maybe someone came along from among the wealthy stars and wealthy corporations who wanted to slaughter me and made it more profitable for them to show me the door when I came running to them, begging for help. Anyway, it does not speak very highly of the state of intellectual property law in this country. I wonder if the prime minister has noticed how much harm has been caused by this dismissive attitude about a Canadian artist's copyright security. I hope so. Maybe the RCMP can investigate this incident. Speaking of crime, I think it is extremely unfair to honest people on fixed incomes to place them in an environment where they may be unfairly associated with misfits and criminals. Of course, we can't have our miracle narcotics economy without a slum like Main and Hastings to pay for it, eh? Too bad it ends up costing me all my songs and blogs when they point to me in a soup line and try to present it to the world as some sort of proof of my criminality, especially when I do not even use narcotics myself. There are still a lot of local scenes I want to shoot before I leave to find a lawyer and a gig. I need to go out to Commercial Drive for my next documentary and show you my old apartment building on East 8th Avenue. We can talk about that. And then I can show you the building where my artist friend met his untimely demise and we can talk about that. I can show you the venue where I played a couple songs in 2000 which was attended by several Georgia Straight staff, as well as a WEA talent scout. Maybe I'll show you the places where I spent years working full-time here like the glass shop and the recycling plant. And we can walk by the college where I received my diploma in web design in 2000 and I still had high hopes for my future. Maybe we can go into my other deceased friend's yard and show you how someone would be able to eaves drop from there and hear me telling my friend that I only had one copy of my songs on this cassette and that he must not give it to anyone or sell it to anyone - about five minutes before he sold it to a stranger who showed up after I left. I should also show you the bridge I almost jumped off of in 2012 while everyone was calling me Jon Stewart and Dateline was pretending to be my heroes by showing people women I've never met who say they are my groupies and that they are not attracted to me. You can see how I would have ended up in pieces on the ground while Dateline would have become even bigger stars with all the power they got from having my evidence.
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