Pitiful Excuse

Pitiful Excuse
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I'm back in the library after a rough night cartooning. Oh, yes, and somehow being assaulted. It was around 10:00 pm that the 'party' started. I think it was one of those sadist parties, maybe by someone who was just released from incarceration and wanted to celebrate. Anyway, thanks to people like this, I've had more putdowns than anything else this last week. I thought I would do better if I released a good song (Simper) but I guess you must hate it. I wanted to save it from public view, but I felt helpless about this assault that seems to come from my music and needed to see what would happen if I shared a new song.

Someone said I made them hate her. Who, Madonna? I don't hate Madonna. I used her name above to show my readers the kind of significant events being withheld from them, which are of vital importance to my copyright claims. I don't hate my assailants. It would be physically impossible. There are too many of them. But I do feel better when I can pity them. Whatever it is that makes them do such horrid things probably comes from some kind of pain. They'll never be happy because they look for the shortcuts to fulfill them with a fulfillment that shortchanges them.

There was a misunderstanding about that last assault. I thought someone had put my music up with Blue Rodeo playing it again. This was because of another thief whose fans called me a thief for years and years. His supporters were calling his rehearsals of my music since he got out of prison 'a miracle'. This made me think Small Miracles might be back on the web like I found it in January 2017. Sorry for confusing one assault with another assault in my blindness here, by myself. I guess I deserved to have my entire evening last night, all night, as I worked on my cartoon, and all today, straight through to this very moment, turned into a pressure cooker to shorten my lifespan by as many years as possible.

About my rectangular cartoon, which I must first 'flip over' on my computer at home, I hope it reminds you of happy childhood days like mine were, when the Saturday paper would arrive with the colour comics. I would feast on the colours, myself. I want to please you with my efforts, whatever area they may occupy at the moment. This cartoon looks like another inadvertent reconstruction, but maybe the original was lost. I hope so. 		  
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