| If you see one of my works outside of this account or my one YouTube account (now using my real name), would someone flag it please, or bring it to the attention of the police? The tortures imposed on the victim by copyright infringement are quite real and severely punishable. I didn't experience them in '08 because I forgot all my music and writing. It only hurts you if you have knowledge of your work. Since I was practically forced back online to protect my reputation as an artist, I'd really appreciate some help out there to nip these infringements in the bud. | ||||||||||
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Thursday, August 15, 2013
Flag It
Wednesday, August 14, 2013
Question
| Have there been any breaches of my copyright in the last hour or so on the internet? I feel those machine gun bullets hitting my bulletproof vest again. | ||||||||||
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Erasing the Pressures of Fame
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Have there been any breaches of my copyright in the last hour or so on the internet? I feel those machine gun bullets hitting my bulletproof vest again. The pressures of fame are mostly felt by those who have not yet 'made it.' Once you have been picked up by the industry, you are a trusted public figure. I can only imagine how that feels. If you want to know about that more pleasant side of fame, ask any of the people who have been credited for writing my songs or sketches in the last six years. They know all about the good side of fame. The pressures of fame are brought on by public distrust. This distrust in my case has been caused by the doubts raised over my ownership of my work. When someone takes my work and says I'm the thief, they throw me in a pressure cooker. When someone puts me on trial over my ownership, they throw me in a pressure cooker. If you need to know how to be on the lookout for fraud, see my How to Detect Fraud entry in this blog. I'm adding more to it every week. Please don't let them torture me with my erased works. I wrote the SNL sketch about the two women who thought everyone was Jesus - along with all the other hundreds of sketches they stole from my life. You saw me post it here and if I erased it it was only because I didn't think it was that funny. As I write this, workers are setting up a film production right outside the library. I heard one of them say, 'That's what you get when you throw the workers into Hell.' So I better answer that. I don't throw people into Hell. I just tell the truth. God throws people into Hell when they sin. Sin is determined by free will. If the workers of Nasco are not capable of free will, God will not punish them. If these workers are helplessly overpowered by the will of their superiors, I still have to point to them in order to zero in on their actions and undo their harm. |
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Real Scripture 2
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If thy eye offends thee, pluck it out... And if thy hand offends thee, cut it off... And if thy tongue offends thee, as with a lie about David, take a pair of pliers and rip it out. And choke on your gushing blood until you die. |
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Just Guessing 2
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The internet is changing the entertainment business. Before the internet came along, the only people who were as famous as I am now were signed professionals. Their label or their network could prepare them for their entry into the weird and wacky world of stardom. Now the bizarre side effects of fame are felt by unsigned amateurs who are likely to think they are suffering from some form of mental illness - as I did in late 2007. The problems associated with my fame, as they are systematically solved over the course of my life, will help to bring the industry up to date with the modern age. Perhaps this was part of my 'mission', one that demands the strength to be called a wimp, the intelligence to be called an idiot by idiots, and the talent to crush my own work when it is in the wrong hands. |
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Tuesday, August 13, 2013
Ask Nasco
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Why does he know how to draw? He traces. Why does he know how to write? He plagiarizes. Why do his recordings sound good? He cheats. Why is he tall? He's short. Why did he work for Nasco? Because he's a liar. |
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Roger's Dead
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When I visited Ottawa in February, none of my relatives especially wanted to see me. I'm always broke when I go home to visit. So I ended up staying at the Sally Ann. At this hostel we had to report in every day at 4:00 to reserve our beds for the night. I hadn't stayed there for for a week when I tried to reserve my bed and they told me to wait. I asked why and they wouldn't tell me. They told me to sit in the chair and wait until 7:00. And they weren't smiling. After sitting in my chair for three hours and reading my book, I approached the desk and they said I could have my bed. Then I went outside to have a smoke and there were some girls there. They were smiling and one of them said 'Roger's dead!' My 'ESP' told me that Roger had just tried and failed to get me thrown in jail on a false charge. How did Roger know I was popular? He either has a special access computer or he could be in contact with my American brother. Thanks for sandwiching me between Roger and Bernard, mom. I'm surprised I'm still here. |
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