That's Amazing

NEXT BLOG: Nothing to Lose. Here's an idea for a science show called That's Amazing!. (January 18 2014: I think I may have borrowed this DVD and parodied it some time in the last few years. The Public Library should have a record of it if I did.) Good day and welcome to 'That's Amazing!', where we discuss exciting new scientific discoveries which are making life better and better for everyone in the monied - uh - developed world. Up first is something we're putting together right here at Google: the driverless car. This wondrous machine, equipped with sensor arrays, hyperstellar overdrive, and voice activated controls is guaranteed to make transportation safe and easy for everyone who doesn't suffer from a speech impediment. We must wait for the perfection of head-voice activated controls before we can make driving safe for everyone but schizophrenics. But at least now a man can pick up a girl hitch hiker and drive around the block as many times as he needs to without getting into an accident. The back seats convert into a water bed as an added bonus. Of course, auto insurance rates are not expected to decrease until the invention of the passengerless car. Isn't that amazing? Next we bring you a new anti-depressant. This pill will keep you smiling no matter what. Your boss can regularly tie you up and beat you senseless and you'll smile all the way through it. Someone can bust into your home and shoot you in the stomach and then rape your daughter right in front of you and you'll keep smiling. You can be drafted into the army and see all of your friends blown apart in front of your eyes and you won't lose that grin. That's amazing! Another brilliant new invention is the all-seeing eye. This state-of-the-art technology uses lazars and global positioning to make a digital record of every move you make over a set period of time. Look, there you are going to visit your mother. And there you are going to the bathroom! And there you are again with your wife! Wait, that's not your wife. Anyway, that's amazing! By using stem cells and genetic engineering to make this female tse-tse fly think it's a male, we hope to improve brain surgery. Don't bother trying to see the connection. It's over your heads. Unfortunately, the last generation of tse-tse flies is anticipated to die off before we can complete our work. A team of field researchers has been dispatched to the Island of Lesbos, where the last surviving swarm of this species is rumoured to have migrated. That's amazing! (Source: Stephen Hawking's Brave New World. Hope you don't mind, Professor. I generally only parody things I like. And it was flattering to see the phrase I coined in 2004, a force for good, in your introduction. That one really caught on. Back to my readers, I suspect that I have had the attention of Republican speech writers ever since I sent those letters to the editor of Maclean's magazine complaining about America's dangerously swollen military/industrial complex in 2000. Or was it Newsweek magazine in 2003? Anyway, I guess they lifted content from my popular 2004 writings for use in President George W Bush's re-election campaign. Maybe after I'm through with my music and writing I'll run for president.)
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Epilogue: Sneak Peek at My Unpublished Book

Here are the first few pages of the book I am writing. As soon as I recognized some of the analogies like the lightning rod politicians and the matador's cape, I realized I shared it as an essay in 2007. Therefore I have nothing to lose by sharing it again with updated examples from my experience. Did I see Dennis Miller on TV using words from the original post of this? Probably. No, the erased italicized entries at the bottom of this were not forced on me. The only thing forced on me is the unbearable nuisance of knowing about all the stupid lies people use against me on the web. Chapter One: They Love Hate Hate's Anatomy Generally held in a negative light, with some countries even passing laws against it, hate should be as rare as pagan idolatry. Instead it is the emotional extreme of choice for most people, especially youth. My experience in being hate's target, as I struggled against popular stars who stole my work, has taught me a great deal. While the hate of prior generations was sufficient to give us our bloody past, today's hate is harnessed by the practices of the mass media. Hate is obvious. We do not need to ask the scowling hater how he feels. This sets hate apart from other less visible emotions for being able to serve as an external marker for a planned emotional response to manipulation. The manipulator needs to see the impact of his actions to be assured of their success. Hate is pure. In experiments scientists often need to gauge their results on a subject by comparisons with an untreated or 'control' subject. By the same token, pure hate offers a means by which to measure the intensity of other emotions, which tend to be mixed and harder to define, for the purpose of knowing the full reach of emotionally manipulative methods. Hate blinds. The infamous Nazis of the 1930's and 40's were able to establish a brutal dictatorship over a free and enlightened people by submerging the state in the darkness of racism. I suspect that our leaders took a lesson from this sinister technique, ironically enough, with the well intentioned aim of avoiding the chaos that gave rise to the monstrous regime. Hate may very well be used to blind consumers and voters today, its destruction confined to remote targets which cannot threaten the establishment. Elected officials, for instance, may serve as lightning rods for public hate, keeping it focused on themselves to spare their peers or benefactors among the corporate elite. Since terms of public office are temporary, hate for politicians ever lacks sufficient time to build to a threatening level. TV villains like the 1980's JR Ewing may also be used to steer public hate down an impotent course, with viewers blinded to the faces of the real life villains who exploit them. And the mass media, by training on the 'sins' of the unemployed, blinds us to the much greater crimes of the overpaid. Hate is seductive. JR was heralded as 'the man you love to hate', implying that hating can be pleasant. For years gala events were organized to celebrate hate of me, my work's fans misled into believing that I was a fraud. Hate's intensity adds depth to the experience of living. Hate is divisive. Its uncompromising negativity helps us to clearly define ourselves as belonging to a particular group. One of the easiest ways to establish a bond with a stranger is by expressing a mutual dislike of an absent third party. Hate is immediate. We indulge in this emotion when we believe it is just, as when we are subjected to a perceived wrongdoing, and seldom do we examine its cause closely. Our eagerness to hate, then, agrees with any efforts made to provoke hate. Hate is thoughtless. As long as you hate, you don't think. The growl of an animal whose meal has been interrupted roughly resembles the cursing and swearing of a disgruntled worker. While it is momentarily empowering to indulge in wrathful hate, doing so traps the brain in a primal mode, impeding higher reasoning. And hateful intellectual cripples are easier to exploit than peaceful, rational philosophers. Hate's outcome is predictable. Just as the bull rushes towards the matador's cape, the hater is drawn to his hate's target. Apparently I had as many views on YouTube when I was hated as I did later when my reputation was [temporarily] restored. Broadcasters are often indifferent to hateful feedback, counting it with other responses as mere confirmation of their viewership. The results of hate's provocation may be accurately forecast and hate's targets zeroed in on with surgical precision, making hate perhaps the aptest tool for goal oriented behavioral manipulation. Hate's Parents Envy Hate is almost always born of another emotion. Depending on its source, it may be constructive or destructive. Further to that, its merits and drawbacks may transpose according to subjective peculiarities. For example, hate born of envy seems fair to an eclipsed performer but strikes others as unjust. It is envy's hate with which I am most experienced, my original material having been coveted by performers around the globe, and about which I may speak with authority. The root of hate's envy is egotism. One who hatefully envies is one whose overextended ego is painfully diminished by an inability to presume equality with or superiority over another. Those who hatefully envy talent are incapable of enjoying the work of living artists by whom they feel outmatched. Imprisoned by self love, such people can only despair over what was created to please them. They respond to talent's generosity with inappropriate putdowns, often isolating themselves amid a host of celebrants, and in extreme cases, they steal the work whose high quality taunts them and pass it off as their own to secure the acclaim they believe they are due. While it is common to be discomforted by any reminder of our shortfalls, such an experience need not result in hate. One may take inspiration from the majestic feats of another to improve oneself. When this option is not exercised it can only be from laziness and a lack of faith in one's own potential. This exposes yet another fault in the hatefully envious, self deceit, for the insecurities which fuel their hate contradict their egotism. The source of such egotism is often talent and/or money. Performers are notoriously self centered, though they may be excused for it onstage where they are called upon to dominate a large group. And the exclusive privileges of the well-to-do quite naturally endow them with a sense of superiority. The hatefully envious may comprise a small, unenlightened minority from this group, but the cruel societal tendency to shun living artists shows that the hateful envy of talent is not necessarily class specific. In my forced co-habitations with the underprivileged I have endured many rebukes over my talent, which must be traced, along with the others, to egotism. Here the egotism is harder for me to bear because it is unfounded. These fools who have nothing and wallow in a state of constant need, lacking the skills and the proper attitude for success, steadfastly persist in seeing themselves as somehow elite. A combination of low intelligence and narcotics use appears to make this possible, with every decent person in their proximity suffering for it. Fortunately, the character building experience of poverty limits them to a small but irksome minority. The competitive middle class in which I was brought up makes a good breeding ground for envy's hate. A middle class man's preoccupation with social advancement may turn all others who would rise above him into bitter rivals. The middle class ideal of job, home, and family was apparently not enough for the well fed, comfortable, loved employees who subjected me to their hate. While I longed for the tranquility of their modest success, they condemned me for my 'stellar' achievements and went out of their way to disturb my peace. Among workers normally deprived of the leisure time to contemplate their condition, such offenders again, mercifully, form a small minority. Envy's hate has been a recurring barrier to my success in the seven long years since I first wrote and shared a popular song, and given the widely reported, well documented horrors that fame has inflicted on me, has no basis. One in my stricken state should be pitied, not envied. Meanwhile, industry artists who boast enormous wealth are not envied but admired. Egotism aside, this plainly artificial effect smacks of deep and powerful psychological programming. Envy's hate can confidently be classified as destructive. Hate would be expressed in mathematics as having a negative value. As such, when it is applied to a positive value, it returns a negative result. By this rule, creative talent, being positive, is negated by hate. We envy assets and I submit my volumes of damaged work and their consequent expense to broadcasters and culpable stars as evidence of envy's harm. Indignation On the other hand, in Ethics Aristotle praised as a virtue the hate of indignities, separating it from hate altogether with the term, righteous indignation. In this instance, the negative value of hate is crossed with another negative value, an indignity, to produce a positive result. According to Aristotle, it is good to hate indignities, such as those imposed on the poor and the dispossessed, for only by hating them can we find the motivation to eliminate them and thereby improve our living standard. (I interpret him broadly.) All hate strikes its target as an indignity since we are, by and large, oblivious to our wrongdoing, so that a strict definition of an indignity is needed to rule out any other cause for its hate before such hate may safely be found righteous. To this end, I propose that at least three conditions be met: 1) The insult must be deliberate. The eclipsed performer does not suffer an indignity at the hands of a superior talent. The latter's goal is to please others, not to hurt them, and any pain they might suffer from his noble effort is accidental. But if discouragement of the lesser talent was the real purpose for the greater one's appearance, the act qualifies as meeting this condition for inflicting an indignity. 2) The harm must be unjust. The indignity's target must be innocent, in order to distinguish injury from corrective punishment. The poetic lampoons I aimed at stars who stole my work were provoked by their theft of my online posts. They deserved to be bashed for that. Indeed, they went to jail and prison for that. 3) The culprit must be aggressive. A social worker's role in the regular performance of her duties is passive when she is required to refuse aid to a client. The true aggressor in such a case is the government and, ultimately, the electorate. Again, at least all three of these conditions must be met. If the refusal is just or accidental, it is not an indignity. In my ceaseless struggles against the giant corporate entity that robbed me and nearly killed me before the eyes of the world, I often feel alone. My cause is just. My success would be shared by all artists and their crowds of followers. In a land where freedom and property rights are cherished, for an artist whose work was as severely violated as was mine to not only go uncompensated but suffer further abuses, as I have to the present day, threatens every man, woman, and child. When it comes to this 'good' hate, the same passion that freed our ancestors from their oppressors, it fizzles out today as a tasteless joke against a firewall of prejudice, arrogance, and deceit, and the poverty I am expected to settle for, after authoring works that generated millions of dollars in profits, is the most it can gain. So much for the American dream when the spirit of free enterprise is publicly crushed, sparking no effective protest, as the population is drawn by the invisible strings of modern mental manipulation towards a dead end of self betrayal - or so it appears to me. Fear Bonding us with the animals, fear rules as the dominant emotion governing our behavior. Its vital attachment to our basic survival makes it a prolific breeder of primal emotions. Fear is reported to be the favorite means by which to control mass behavior with techniques which I must assume factor in its tendency to produce hate. My personal fear is the risk of mass destruction posed by such reckless and irresponsible emotional button pushing. Driving fear's hate are multiple phobias, the most relevant to this discussion being fear of strangers, fear of foreign cultures, fear of change, and fear of death, all of which may be gathered into a broader category under the popular term, fear of the unknown. Fear's hate is extremely destructive, being the chief cause of war, and by my formula this suggests that the unknown has a positive value. Certainly by offering humanity the gainful pursuit of purposeful exploration, it is an asset which should inspire wonder rather than provoke hate. While enlightened thinkers have long adopted this mindset, the ongoing production of war weapons, the persistence of culture clashes, the stubborn maintenance of unpopular government policies, and the ever increasing human lifespan through medicine sadly show that the rest of us are far from overcoming our fear of the unknown and leaving the jungle of our primate ancestors behind us. My surprise success in the early summer of 2007 has been compromised in the years since by all four of the aforementioned phobias: my comparatively sparse performing experience estranged me from the music crowd, to the majority of my online followers I am a foreign national and my name is foreign sounding to locals, by musical and literary innovation I brought change, and at the hands of character assassins I suffered a kind of death. Along these lines a door has been left open for the fear of the unknown of what might happen if I ascend to the glory of stardom to be accessed by hate mongers. Having faith in the strength of my work, in these circumstances I wonder if I wouldn't be cornered in an alley and beaten senseless without my songs and stories to shield me. And has the population yet had a chance to make a fair decision about me, free of the undetectable persuasions of my detractors in the corporate mass media? Let's ask Ellen watchers. The wide array of religious and philosophic approaches to fear of death fractures the population deeply on the issue of the afterlife. It is unsafe to discuss religion at card parties where the conversation inevitably turns violent. Most religions promise a happy afterlife if we try to be good, and the race for riches would be dismissed as fleeting by the devoutest followers of most religions. The opposite seems to be the case for those in a world whose economy is structured around greed and where the persuasion to betray religious principles is constant. Those who don't believe in the afterlife may plunder the world's resources with a clearer conscience but lack the internal support of religious faith in times of hardship or crisis. They are also a minority, with most of us accepting the religious instruction to love our neighbors, however compelled we might be to do otherwise. (The discussion continues to the end of the chapter. Youth are mentioned as being the principle target of fear/hate campaigns because of the tendency for their behavioral programming to last through their adulthood. The next chapter, 'They Live on Lies', is about how a superfluous, destructive industry has been created for mass manipulators to give them something to ruin with their lies during peacetime, as has been the case with my music, my comedy, my image, and my reputation. When my songs were lies in the hands of frauds, they were all fit for the TV and radio and movies and it was safe for people to say they liked them. But now that my music represents truth, its author has a hard time even posting videos on YouTube. Because of my extensive knowledge of industry lies, I expect this new chapter to double in length my words on hate.)
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Time to Quit

May 12, 2014: Important Technical Note: I left the hyper-text transfer protocol (http://) out of most of the links listed here in my initial post. I think I've fixed the problem now. Sorry for the confusion. Firstly, are you even here to see my post? Or have you been steered by your Google search to another page? Most of the links I checked on Google lead to outside accounts, so I'll post my URL's right here for you to check against the URL of whatever page you're viewing which pretends to be mine. Please copy and paste them from this page before it, too, is compromised by internet treachery. Back In Your Face: http://biyf-dave.blogspot.ca Songs That Don't Rhyme: http://dave-stdr.blogspot.ca Coats from the Lost and Found: http://coat-dave.blogspot.ca 150 Songs: http://150songs.blogspot.ca The Nefarious Broadcasting Corporation: http://nef-dave.blogspot.ca That's Not What I Meant: http://not-dave.blogspot.ca 2) My Statements: A-Z: http://index2-dave.blogspot.ca 1) My Scripts: A-Z: http://index-scripts-dave.blogspot.ca Good Repetitions: http://rep-dave.blogspot.ca Weapons And Entertainment Arsenal: http://dave-wea.blogspot.ca ljkghlk: http://kjgjhgkj.blogspot.ca The Film Scenes: http://dave-filmscenes.blogspot.ca Chronology of Recordings: http://chrono-dave.blogspot.ca Bear's Eat Goats and Toasty Oats: http://bear-dave.blogspot.ca I'm Free: http://dave-free.blogspot.ca Come Out to Show Them: http://newshowdave.blogspot.ca The National Bullshitting Corporation: http://nbullc.blogspot.ca Prove Me Wrong (Please): http://davewrong.blogspot.ca The Trimming of the Shrub: http://shrubdave.blogspot.ca The Card Parties: http://cp-dave.blogspot.ca E.M. Forced Her: http://dave-emfh.blogspot.ca Slow Agony: http://slowagony-dave.blogspot.ca Something to Dry Heave In: http://dry-david.blogspot.ca Cry of the Lemur: http://lemur-dave.blogspot.ca Misfire: http://mis-dave.blogspot.ca Pearl's Annotated Archives: http://pearl-dave.blogspot.ca Subconscious Rant: http://dave-subconsciousrant.blogspot.ca Diary of a Sad Man: http://dave-sadman.blogspot.ca New Blog: http://newdave-dave.blogspot.ca Tree-Blind Sloth: http://tree-dave.blogspot.ca Depth of a Saucepan: http://depth-dave.blogspot.ca Isthmus of Panama City Beach: http://isthmus-dave.blogspot.ca Monoblogs of Play Doughhttp://monoblog-dave.blogspot.ca Blog It to Death: http://blogdeath-dave.blogspot.ca Trail of the Marsupial: http://mars-dave.blogspot.ca It's All Right Mom: http://dave-mom.blogspot.ca All's Well that Ends Swell: http://allswell-dave.blogspot.ca Tobacco Use Can Make You Impotent: http://imp-dave.blogspot.ca Broken Smoke Alarm: http://smoke-dave.blogspot.ca Tales from the Dark Side of the Moon: http://tale-dave.blogspot.ca The Show Must Continue: http://show-dave.blogspot.ca I looked through the local links my from Google search and not one of the URL's matched up with the above. Astonishing that people are free to commit fraud like this with my work after I lost so much, after I was left to die from hate at the hands of filthy frauds on TV and the radio. Well, my work's fans are going to miss my new content because I save it in a notebook and keep it offline. I'm sure that when some greedy prick can only make a profit by helping me, I'll be able to share it and not get the shit kicked out of me for it. Hardly anything happens from generosity in our world, just from greed. If you try to be generous, you end up suffering like I do, with no one but your mother to sympathize with you. And everything in our world depends on lies. You have to lie to yourself and everyone else all the time, if only to shore up the value of the counterfeit currency. I wouldn't dream of bringing children into such a corrupt world. You might as well just damn them all to Hell. I'm going to quit blogging for a while. I don't know how long. I need to write a nice long story and keep it all to myself. I need to leave Vancouver. I need a break from all this stress. I still have my short stories to re-post and I have them on a disk. There are three hundred pages of them and you've probably seen their content scattered across a hundred TV channels with everything else I ever shared on Google/YouTube. Make them last because I may never return here. This seven year experience has been nothing short of a continuous nightmare. To think that so much unjust and horrible punishment could be inflicted on an innocent person just because he didn't have enough of an outrageous ego to believe that he was a star - and in the face of so much illegal interference on top of it! Maybe you don't love talent, you just love egomaniacs. Only time will tell.
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Damned Televangelists

I've heard the latest accusations of me being the Devil. But Dean's Jesus, right? I just want to get this straight. How can people be so fucking stupid? Now then, let's talk about the Devil. Where did we first hear of this supernatural deity? The Bible. So let's examine the biblical description of the Devil and see if there's a match. First of all, let's look at who accused Jesus of performing miracles by the power of Beelzebub. I believe it was the Pharisees. And the Pharisees were hated by Christ for being wealthy hypocrites who made a great show of their piety, much like wealthy evangelists do on television today. Do you think televangelists are behind this new campaign against me? In Luke 4, Jesus is tempted by the Devil in the desert. The Devil says that all of the wealth and power of the world are his to give to whomever he chooses. I'm on disability. I've been poor all my adult life. In John 8:44 it is written: 'Satan is a liar and the father of all lies.' Who lied to you? Who is in prison right now for lying to you about my work? Not me. I told the truth. And who supported these liars? In Isaiah 14:13-14 Satan's arrogance is clear: 'I will make myself like the Most High.' What did I do in 2007 when my voices told me I had a hit song on the web? I erased it and went out looking for a day job. I wish I had found one before things got this bad. Milton also implied Satan's arrogance in Paradise Lost, where the Devil says to God: 'It is better to rule in Hell than to serve in Heaven.' Milton was a poet who wrote about Paradise. Dante was a poet who wrote about Hell and Purgatory and Paradise. So is it all right if I write about these things in my poems? Or will that make me the Devil?
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Science Today

Possibly used as content for an earlier post of the D.S. Show, though I think the commercial may be new. (Joined in progess.) Host: We're back with our guest, Hubert Smiley Jr, whose father invented the first antidepressant. Mister Smiley, where did your father get the idea? Smiley: Dad was fond of science fiction. He read a book about a future society that kept its population happy with miracle drugs and liked it a lot. Host: You mean Brave New World? Smiley: Yes, I think that was it. Host: Mister Smiley, the point of Brave New World was to show the oppressive side of controlling human behavior through science. Smiley: So? Host: So by developing this drug, your father would have deeply offended the author. Smiley: You think so? Oh well, I'm sure it's nothing that can't be cured with the right medication. Commercial: Bottoms of Despair How would you like to suffer from a terrible illness and be laughed at for it? Well, hundreds of victims like myself suffer from cancer of the ass. I'm not talking about rectal cancer here. That thought of that one makes people wince. I'm talking about the whole ass. This punishing disease can make sitting down next to impossible. With an infected cheek swelling up to over four times its normal size, even putting on a pair of briefs can be difficult. Before we can seriously address this problem, we need to all stop laughing about it. And that can only be done through expensive media campaigns. Bottoms of Despair is a non-profit group that wants to sensitize the public to the pains suffered by victims of ass cancer through education. Help us nip this problem in the butt with a donation today. Bottoms of Despair. Your ass may be on the line. Host: Alex Raymond is here to talk about his new invention, a telescopic lens that can see through walls. It is in great demand by both police and the military. Tell us, what gave you the idea? Raymond: Well, I was reading this book about a whole population that was kept under constant electronic surveillance and - Host: You mean 1984? Raymond: Yes, that was it. Host: Mister Raymond, 1984 is a cautionary tale meant to spare us from brutal totalitarianism. Raymond: So? Host: So? I can't believe this! So your invention has seriously undermined his literary efforts! Raymond: Hey, look, I'm not an author, I'm a scientist. Host: You're a menace. Anyway, we're going to try one last time after the break when we speak to a former Swedish tennis star who has invented implants which he says can increase out abilities and help us achieve a collective consciousness.
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Enjoy Your Slavery

You know, I'm really sick and tired of having to struggle all the time with work that was obviously popular from the very beginning. Why didn't anyone simply approach me for this work when I first posted it? What a stupid fucking system. They leave me in the dark with zero views and then they punish me because I wouldn't listen to my head voices. Can you imagine my outrage? Look how much work they stole from me. Shouldn't I own my own TV network by now? What's the holdup? Are they afraid my network would dominate the airwaves and take away all their viewers? Are the sponsors only interested in sponsoring crime? I could expand all these dialogues into full shows. I am an artist who can detect talent in others. I bet my network would be a smashing success. Isn't that what America is supposed to be all about? Are they afraid in the home of the brave? Too bad I'm Canadian. That means that when I get into a dispute with American TV stars, my countrymen all take sides with them against me. But did everyone see how Americans supported their stars against me and how Brits supported their stars against me? Wasn't their patriotism touching? Oh, hi America! How are those murderers in your highest offices? Did they learn to write their own speeches yet? I've often told my mother she had too many children. I was trying to tell her I didn't want to be born. You all have helped her to see my side. She's eighty-seven. I bet if we rounded up all the people who committed fraud with my work in the last seven years, we could fill a stadium. Some great prospect for my future. Is NBC on the air? Is CBC on the air? Oh, how nice. Just like when a pedestrian is run over on a busy street, they have to clear the body to keep the traffic going. It's a good thing I have strong intuition. No one tells me anything. They leave me isolated and hover over me like buzzards waiting to pick my carcass. If you're going to support these creeps now, don't even pretend to be free. They own you. Enjoy your slavery. I hope it makes you nice and comfortable.
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The Demagogue

Voice: As a child Jason Bartlet was incorrigible. (A principal's office.) Principal: Was your gang responsible for torching those school buses? Bartlet: I'm telling you, it was the Brownies! Instead of sitting here, we should be rounding them up! Voice: As an activist he was fashionable. (The lights go out in a mall during peak shopping hours.) Bartlet: (Through megaphone) This shopping center has been claimed in the name of the People's Army of Liberation. With the power off you are free to reclaim any wealth which you feel has been swindled from you by our oppressors. (The shoppers engage in a frenzy of looting.) And break a few windows while you're at it. (Glass is smashed.) Voice: As a political leader he was abominable. (Bartlet delivers a speech in front of a rioting crowd.) Bartlet: Cheap foreign labor drives down the living standard. Artists drain the welfare system. Seniors crowd hospitals and the unemployed sit in classrooms. Children eat up all the candy and dogs won't pick up after themselves... Voice: Don't miss the disturbing tale of Jason Bartlet, better known as The Demagogue.
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