Dead End

I asked for compensation for the incredible insult to my dignity and I'll tell you what I got for it so far. A stranger stood outside my door while I was playing one of my songs and told me to 'play it right' and a little troll of a woman walked by me on the street holding her nose at me. The TV has been very thorough in pointing out every possible fault in my personality and image for the last six years, much of which was fabricated, but they still haven't answered a very vital question: how much money did broadcasting networks make from three years of stealing my scripts and songs? Yeah, sure, merry fucking Christmas, right? There's nothing to eat except charity food that was probably paid for with drug profits, so I'm not hungry. I doubt I'll ever be hungry again and I've stopped eating. Pretty soon I will look like Winston Smith in the Ministry of Love. O'Brien pointed to Smith's emaciated image in the mirror and said 'That is the last man.' I can hardly wait until they have to hospitalize me and I can refuse my tray of hospital food. I can tell them to give it to Jay Leno. That alone will be worth it. (Does everyone recall that I love institutional food? Did one of those frauds include it in his act to help remind you?) If I end up dead, remember that survival does not need to be limited to survival of the flesh. Don't be sad about it. I want to die. Good bye and have a great time in this bullshit world your evil corporate overlords have made for you. As long as you lie to yourself every six seconds you can have a great life here. I'm in the early stages of my starvation. I can feel the life draining from my limbs and I know I won't have the energy to come back here after today. I guess I've been dying in front of all your eyes for the last six years while you've all been partying with my songs and laughs. Don't feel guilty about it because you didn't know. At least now I can die with dignity, knowing that I depended solely on the money I got for my hit songs and popular blogs. I won't die a bum. P.S. (December 11, 2013) I know my intelligent readers don't need the following but I must try to silence the stupid ones out there for long enough for me to starve to death in peace. Firstly, are the networks trying to be Santa Claus now? That's funny because Santa gives gifts, he doesn't steal them from the internet. What does Christmas mean to you? Do you still think like a five-year-old and expect to be showered with magical presents? I don't. I have a more sophisticated view of Christmas. I celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ on Christmas. (I know it's not his real birthday but the former 'Festival of Saturnalia', which celebrated life's renewal, is appropriate enough for me.) Jesus said that 'It is written that man shall not live on bread alone but by every Word of God.' So if you believe in Jesus, you're supposed to reject bread when you think it came from something evil like a tax deduction for a local drug lord. You're supposed to starve to death if necessary to protect your immortal soul. Jesus would be happier with the way I'm celebrating Christmas than with how you're doing it. But go ahead and call me the grinch if you must. What else could I expect from the kind of people I'm forced to share my roof with in transitional housing? (The transition is from life to death if you don't use narcotics and your IQ is over 90.) I'll just think of myself as the grinch who stole Christmas from a bunch of Devil worshiping creeps in the broadcasting business and gave it back to Jesus. P.P.S. (December 12th, 2013) After being blocked from my Google account all day my nerves are a bit frazzled. I wanted to say that I've learned that someone posted some nasty words and put my name on them. This may have provoked the last P.S. and I'm sorry if it's over the top. With all this nastiness going on it is for the best if I retire from Google for a bit. This will not be the end of the fight for my money though. I have completed my will and had it signed by two witnesses. I will mail the original to my lawyers in Ottawa and a copy is on file with my outreach worker at the Lookout. It bequeaths the rights to my music and writing to my parents so that my lawyers can keep fighting for my money on their behalf after I am gone. Did Dateline call my mother and tell her I was going to be big in 2012? My parents sold their house and moved into an old age home thinking they would not have to suffer long. That's a fine way to treat a woman in her eighties. I'm still not hungry. I don't know how I got in to this account to report these facts. I don't know why I was blocked out. I will still need to come back here to make amendments and change my words when they are inaccurate. Please don't block me from my Blogger account. Oh yeah. Merry Christmas. A little more to let you know that I'm back on the bread. I wish I had the physical strength to stand by my convictions. The way I have to enter my account now forces me to bounce halfway around the internet before I get to Blogger. But along the way I noticed that I am popular on YouTube. That's what it said about me. Does CBC know this? Hey, CBC, I'm popular on YouTube! Why don't you do your job and support a Canadian artist! You know why? Because you think it's your job to sell Canadian artists out to your pets who meet you in the cafe and suck your dicks! And as for the Canadian classic rock station, you think it's your job to sell Canadian artists out to foreigners like Mick Jagger and company. What a miserable country this is. It's not even a country, just a corporation. No one has any balls. And anyone who sticks his neck out to tell the truth just ends up like me. What a miserable future your children will have. If they want to tell the truth, they'll just end up getting their songs stolen and having to listen to others thank the thieves for doing it in a drop-in center. Yeah, they're making me listen to 'Wild Horses' as I type this. I fucking wish Jagger could rip them off so they know how it feels. And I think comedians are the lowest form of life on the planet and if you know my background you'd know that I am entitled to think of them that way. You bitch going around telling people my blog is the nastiest load of bullshit, what are you going to tell the world when it's still online in ten years and twenty years? Why don't you make me take it down if I'm lying, like I made SNL take all their lying sketches off of YouTube? You're stupid. No one thinks ahead and they'll all be sorry. Mark my words.
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