Throw Her Back Inside

Throw Her Back Inside
I thought I'd start keeping a record of each time I am offended by a fraud or supporter of fraud on the radio or TV. We'll start with this morning's very poor choice of a Madonna song on the pop station. Madonna went to prison. And you don't go to prison for nothing. She's a real vicious little whore who helped those frauds steal my property and who almost murdered me when I worked on her show in 2008. And the only people more vicious than her are the local media who want her to trample her fraud victim now, after she was already locked up and punished for her indecent assault on me in 2008.

Broadcasters, keep your fraud filth away from me if you want to avoid these kinds of responses from me. I'll keep this blog ongoing. You truly disgust me.

Back to my readers, who do you think Madonna's friends are? How about all the stars in my Copyright Issues page? There's enough people there for a nice crowd of worshipers, even before a single fan shows up. And when they all get together, they must share a secret laugh over how gullible their fans are. They all knew what I wrote and who'd taken what, eh? But that was their private joke on the public. That was the source of their good cheer, and they must be depraved.

They are certainly sadistic. They use their broadcast transmitters like missile launchers against my brain. I don't listen to the radio and I still have to get regularly clobbered over the head by some rich prick who stole something from me. Even earplugs don't protect me. They steal my music and then drive me to wear earplugs after. Too bad this doesn't happen to more people out there. They might appreciate how sadistic it is.

Hey, pop station, did you read that blog of mine called Icky Experience, yet? It's about one of the things that happened to me at the Madonna show in 2008. Her production crew conspired to steal a vial of blood from my arm. That was shortly after I wrote and shared Under My Umbrella. I bet she remembered it. Was she friends with Beyonce?

Working on her show gave me nightmares. Hearing her on the radio gives me headaches. If she likes islands, there are a few, like Alcatraz, that might be more appropriate for her than the one she sings about in her song. And I'd be wondering who wrote that, though I certainly did not. I find it unfortunate to be tangled up with Madonna like this because her music isn't very impressive to me. But she's still a big and formerly trusted star who makes me wonder about everyone else on the radio and TV 		  
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