Record of Assaults Against this Account's Author

TECHNICAL NOTE: IF YOU SEE LINES RUNNING ACROSS THE VIDEOS ON THIS PAGE, IT MEANS THE PAGE HAS BEEN CRIMINALLY COMPROMISED. PLEASE INFORM GOOGLE OR THE POLICE. July 20, 2018 8:17pm. I have to leave the library now, as I'm sure my attackers know well. Could you please be on the lookout for signs of views stealing on my videos, as described in the technical note above? There may have been some such crime occurring just fifteen minutes ago, since my attackers are free to stalk me, in order to know my locations for their assaults on my posts and their silly frame jobs. I'll go home now and suffer my helpless distance from these posts of mine, which the business uses on me like torture instruments. Have a good weekend. 4:48pm: 2:56pm. I've switched to an internal link for my ding dong joke. Fuck that guy cashing in my views with his greedy commercials. 2:38pm. Who's giving the thieves permission to attach themselves to this page and subtract every single view that comes onto it every day? Is it some CORRUPT PERSON in AUTHORITY? A page doesn't get a quarter million views in one day and then no views for the next week unless CRIME of the kind I'm recording with my video camera IS CONSTANTLY COMMITTED EVERY DAY WHILE POLICE LOOK THE OTHER WAY! AND WHO GETS ALL MY PAGE VIEWS? SOME LITTLE CORPORATE BLOWBOY WHO RANKS HIS TREACHERY ABOVE HIS TALENT! THE US SUPREME COURT IS GOING TO RECEIVE MY EVIDENCE WHEN I FILE A COMPLAINT ABOUT YOUTUBE'S CRIMINAL VIEWS COUNTER. IF IT'S JUST GOING TO LIE, GET RID OF IT! 1:20pm. Yes, the biggest band of the Iraq War was the Crystalids with my music. Memorable music for soldiers fighting the Iraq War might include Forgotten (Leaden Children), Friend in Need (not Telus), and Size. Does the documentary about this war have this music, in order to give an accurate depiction of the time? And the biggest movie hit must have been Mike Myers with his fraudulent use of my characters and comedy scripts. This was the real event, and I'm still alive to stand up for this truth, no thanks to a corrupt industry that wants to KILL ME WITH CRIME. So I'm here to check my videos again. It's not much of a life, but at least it's honest. 12:32pm. So who is this gang of 'YouTube stars' advertising on the front page of YouTube this morning? When did they suddenly get popular? When did everyone appear to take an interest in this ordinary crew of attention seekers with nothing more substantial to say than 'love me'? Just since about July 3rd, when I shared my JavaScript quiz pointing to my music chronology? Because that would mean that they humped my music chronology all night again last night to be able to look more popular today. (It has four links to it from this page now.) And do you copyright cops ever bust losers like that? I'd rather see them in a cell than in a front page promotion on my website to legitimize their popularity theft. Why don't you pay them a visit and ask them about their success? And if they confess, I want all my page views subtracted from their pages and added back onto mine. Okay, copyright cops? You've done it before for me, several times. I know you can hear me. 11:30am. Now, here's something real again for their fake stars to steal views from, a video to back up my criticism of Shock and Awe in Schlock and Flaw. I call it Nightmares from 2007, but you just recall the tune. It's the song Vice President Dick Cheney sold to Weapons Dealer MacDonnel-Douglas in 2007, which was omitted from the hot new documentary about the Iraq War: 11:24am. GOOGLE, THERE WERE BARS ACROSS MY CHRONOLOGY OF RECORDINGS WHEN I JUST CHECKED. WHAT BRAGGING LITTLE YOUTUBE STAR WILL BOAST OF THOSE VIEWS BEING ADDED TO HIS PAGE WHILE MY BACK WAS TURNED THIS MORNING? 9:14am: And who collected all my overnight views last night, I wonder. 9:11am: July 19, 2018 8:26pm. No immediate signs of assaults on my videos. Please look out for those lines running across them, as I described in my videos posted to YouTube today. 6:54pm. A quick check showed no immediate signs of assaults on my videos. I'm glad I posted an old song I don't worry about too much for my demonstration, Preteen Queen, instead of sacrificing a new one. I'm going to put all the violations of my music videos together on my next YouTube clip to talk about them. 6:10pm. GOOGLE I JUST RECORDED THE LINES OF CRIME APPEARING AGAIN ON MY Chronology of Recordings. How long have they been like that? Who's been getting the views for that all day up to 6:10pm while we were all distracted here? Mick Jagger? Who's convincing the world that people care about them with my page views? Who's received a noticeable spike in their views in the last little while FOR PERIODS LASTING MUCH LONGER THAN FIFTEEN MINUTES OF MY FAME? 4:04pm: Don't let them hide their crime under my picture of it, please. 3:55pm. MORE LINES ON THIS PAGE'S VIDEOS AFTER POSTING 'THE STORY OF MY BLIFE.' I made another video of it above. 3:47pm: I needed to include my opening clip for today's discussion in my post, as below. My face and/or name is the part of my work they liked to take their scissors to, to make room for their own arrogant faces. Beware of any hot new stars boasting of big page views. 3:07pm: (Aborted video of Story of my Blife, above, erased at 6:53pm for missing the opening where I ask about the 'views thief'.) 2:06pm: GOOGLE, THERE ARE HORIZONTAL LINES RUNNING ACROSS MY PRETEEN QUEEN POST. HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN LIKE THAT? JUST SINCE I LEFT THE LIBRARY EARLIER? I've just recorded my embedded YouTube video below to show the horizontal lines which indicate an assault against one of my YouTube posts. (2:09pm) The video will let you compare that to how it looks now. 1:05pm. I restored the above old music/comedy post to my YouTube account. I wonder what lies it has unearthed since I took it down. I did an acoustic version of this song in the Backstage Lounge in 2010, but it looked like the crowd preferred to listen to it from outside. I think it's a nice tune, good for birthday parties, and 'scary' alley is better than 'smelly' alley, even if it doesn't rhyme as well. 1:10pm. THERE ARE LINES ACROSS MY NEWLY POSTED VIDEO. My YouTube account has been under assault by criminals since at least the below time. 11:20am. Is it my turn to have my blog again? Who all had it up to about twenty minutes ago? Don't ask the authorities. They're never around when I get wailed on by web crime. The criminals get my page all night and I only get it for as long as I stand over it at the library. See my video Tug of War embedded below (July 15). And with the current slack attitude of the authorities about my safety, you can see how this crime with my songs and blogs would have reached such outrageous proportions eleven years ago. I am provoked to fantasies of violence at the thought of the media's treachery. Did you see that collector's cover of Rolling Stone? It said, IT'S OKAY TO STEAL MUSIC IF YOU'RE WITH US. Who paid good money to be insulted like that? If you'll pay them for it, they know they own you. And this is the kind of backstabbing assault that they use on me at a time when, from reading my blog, they don't expect me to be in a supermarket. The media have been so dirty with all their fraud hype and now their silly selective memory about it, but they've not once faced me head on. They dishonour me behind my back and don't give me a chance to defend myself. I'd gladly face them in a duel if it let me fight for my honour because it is better to die for my honour than to live a dishonoured life. They must not understand that. And they do not fight fair when they set about to dishonour an artist with continuous assassinations. They don't put popular music on the radio to take it all off again later. The same goes for whole seasons of popular scripted TV shows which are meant for syndication. You only insult your following when you expect them to forget that much content from years of broadcasting. I avoid this insult to my intelligence and encourage you to do the same. July 18, 2018 5:24pm. Twelfth and thirteenth filling completed. That should hold me for a while. So I've had thirteen fillings done in the last three weeks. I just wanted to be as free as possible of the stress of my web posts being jumped and turned to no good use on outside pages loaded with commercials. I don't know if we were entirely successful at that this afternoon, were we? So many fillings take a little oral adjusting, but it's preferable to the ache of of oral decay. I must confess that I hate the drill, and they had to use it a lot. They also had to drill deep in a few spots. I can last a half an hour by thinking about concrete sidewalks getting broken up by jackhammers outside, but if they're still drilling after that, I start saying 'Our Father's'. Anyway, the worst is behind me now, and let me warn you that even brushing and flossing is not enough. Visit your dentist before it's too late. 12:15pm. I'm on the express computer at my local branch to ask Google or someone to hose down my videos with pesticides for the next few hours. I'm visiting my dentist for my last bit of work on my left top. She's done a brilliant job of restoring my bite all the way across, but my tongue is somewhat traumatized, having been forced to retreat from several areas it had grown accustomed to sprawling. Don't worry, we'll make it. July 17, 2018 3:09pm. I'm weary of having to report a diminished listening experience of my songs when I link them to my blog posts. It is a reliable indication of the continued plunder of my YouTube views by online criminals in the face of all the crimes I have already reported. I can only gather that the authorities are either blind or restrained from giving me better protection, and seem to be waiting for me to break down and take my new bread knife to my jugular vein so they can play my music on the radio again. Please watch for violations on the new song links I mentioned today. I've been detecting them on an hourly basis all day. In other news, I saw the cover of this week's Rolling Stone at the supermarket. Don't worry, I put a Homes and Gardens in front of it. The others in the line didn't mind. I'm getting tired of being expected to worship Mick Jagger's money. I figure that, if we loved him, we'd come to him and he wouldn't need to push himself on us. And what's the media trying to say? That he's better than me because he's on the radio and I'm not? After my songs were on the radio? And that's where you have to listen like a slave to whatever they play for you. But the radio wanted my music because people choose it freely; it doesn't have to be pushed. 10:45am. From 7:30am to 10:15am this morning, I reviewed the following recordings on my computer. I started with those old classics from 2007 and 2010: Forgotten, Energy, Crybaby, and All My Money. Then, since it was morning time, I had a look at my live daytime cafe rock from 2014: Conviction, Outside, Chair, Harmony, Control, and the majestic Free. Does the drum beating media recall Chair, Outside, Harmony, Control, Conviction, and Free? I wrote them and they're not as metal as my other songs. Then I switched over to blues metal songs in my live recordings: Mayhem, Linger, Hairball, Together, Flounder, Hot. Hope the news people haven't been crediting too many others for them since none are rewritten from the past, right, TV News and Radio Pentagon America? These are my capitalist songs, okay? Don't touch them. My left-wing ones are more like Shambles or Heretic. Since stalking creeps might know my activity from 7:30am to 10:15am this morning, I wonder if anything happened to any of my songs on the web through this period. I hope someone checks. Last week I found every day that my pages had been left to be skimmed all night by hacking frauds. It gave me quite a trial. It's all below. You can always see if my YouTube account is getting 'humped' for views if you look at my videos in my music chronology slideshows and find thin lines running across them. July 16, 2018 9:22am. Here's my daily post. I'm off to get more fillings now. See ya later. 12:34pm. The last time I shared the thought of the above video, War Measurement (or Fifteen Minutes of Fame, with the Remainder Going to Frauds), I may have mentioned that I deeply sympathized with Ali's fierce fight for his identity as a Muslim. I, too, must fight for my identity as an author when others steal my music and poetry and comedy and receive backing from big broadcasters. These fillings were smoother than the last ones. Or maybe she used more freezing. Just a couple more to go. July 15, 2018 12:49pm. My computer at the library just crashed on me for no good reason and I almost couldn't log back in. 10:20am. RCMP and FBI, Who all 'humped' my page last night again? I'm tired of defending against this crime by myself. Could you help me out with it? 'Humping' is what they call it when they attach themselves to me and subtract all my popularity so they can use it on their less popular posts. For instance, if a page returns 246,648 views on Day One and only shows 202,774 on Day Two, we can safely estimate that approximately 300,000 views were subtracted from the page in the meantime. RCMP and FBI, who gets to display the 300,000 views that were subtracted? Wise Hall Flea? Groof? Blondie Hateful? Which industry pet gets to pretend he's really popular with an unsigned artist's real popularity? If the industry is using stolen page views for promotion, isn't that false and misleading advertising? I thought you feds cracked down hard on that. And how long are you going to let criminals subtract the page views from my newest posts, as I've reported all the way down this page? Just until everyone has downloaded the songs and doesn't need to revisit them? Are you content to see me left with a fraction of my page views from the most critical times to accumulate them? You must be, because it's been going on for eleven years under your watch. Maybe you've fallen for those stolen views, yourselves. FBI and RCMP, why don't TV shows ever display their Neilson rating when they broadcast? Wouldn't that help us to know which shows are worth watching? Perhaps they fear it would distract from their content. For example, when I linked up to a YouTube video clip of the Wizard of Oz the other day, it was to help illustrate a point about how I feel about a certain deceased witch. Now, thanks to all the page views, you can't even hear the music on it anymore under its big, blaring banner ad. Now the only thing people see on it are its views, which is not why I linked up to it. Its page views have obstructed my purpose in referencing it. So TV shows must want to avoid problems like that by leaving their Neilson rating off of the screen as they broadcast. Why aren't we afforded the same safety measure on YouTube? Subtracting page views is a lot easier than adding them. When you subtract a page view, it's already there for you to subtract. When you add it, you must pull it out of nothing. Have you RCMP and FBI given any thought to how wrong it is for someone who only knows how to subtract views from my page to be loved and admired for 'adding' them to his or her page? Have you considered how evil that is? And it seems to me to be the only reason for the online page views display. Do we need this display? I know we need an accurate count of views for the distribution of profits, but must we display it? Must we offer such a tempting target to vicious online frauds looking for quick cash? Must we wave it in front of stars to make them so mad with envy that they need to destroy an up-and-coming talent? Haven't my page views brought me far more harm than good in my eleven years online, right up to the present? We don't need this display. I'd rather have kept my views between myself and YouTube than see them get subtracted by the millions over the years and handed over to human holograms so they can boast about their fake popularity on the radio and TV. The online page views display is crime's best friend: instant cash for everyone with an AdSense account who knows how to 'hump' my web page when I post something big; prestige for multiple bullshit bands who are content with the false appearance of popularity; and nothing but pure misery for me, the only one in the field who honestly adds to his page views instead of subtracting from them. If the page views display is only ever going to lie like this, maybe we should get rid of it. I post content, not page views. And I have other, finer purposes to my work which are well outside my wallet and my ego. The source of these finer purposes, FBI, RCMP, and everyone else, is a total mystery to an entertainment business that falsely accuses me of fraud for having popular material with no commercials: my heart. The business thinks heart is a band of aging, greedy women who ran out of party money and need to go on another tour. They think my music is all from my brain. They think people just sit there and count its notes instead of losing themselves in its feeling. People with hearts feel things. They feel things like rejection (...one more shun for favours done) or they feel things like tragic loss (...slipped in with items of ordinary mention) or they feel intense romantic passion (shapely contours seize my glance) and these feelings help them to write songs that draw an emotional response from others. What drives me to push my melody one way or the other when I sing (...causing a depression when you-)? Why, my heart! So, how could a man still gain something from posting music on the internet for which he was not paid? Through his heart, which tells him that he did a good job and he gave others pleasure. Now, let's take this a step further. A person who steals my music or comedy steps on my heart. It is tantamount to stepping on a child's birthday cake or shooting his dog. It is a very hurtful act, one which is now taken so very lightly after eleven years of crimes against my work and my image. And how does the victim react when he is hurt like that? He lashes out, as I did at 7:48pm last night. You can see one result of the aforementioned cruel image deduction, intended by my detractors to reduce me to some kind of freak intellect, in the text following the below video. Oh yes, and RCMP and FBI and anyone else, don't let phony stars use this, my explanation for my posting, which is backed up by eleven years of comparative poverty, in a fake interview on TV to try to make themselves look human. Their only knowledge of the human heart comes from my cries of pain at their unspeakable and endless sadism. Jul 14, 2018: 7:48pm. To the rotten child who I passed by earlier today on Pender Street and wanted to fault me for being 'smart.' You sit there, nice and safe and invisible, with your cozy little friend, and only read how I write instead of what I write. Why would I waste my time trying to impress someone like you with my intelligence? I'm trying to tell you that I'm being assaulted every day and I'm bleeding to death from violations of my work. Get over your insecurities about your comparative insignificance and lack of ability for a minute and look at someone outside of yourself, one who is in great pain from being subjected to criminal abuse. He's the kind of person who can make you feel better with laugh or a song, and you only want to criticize his language when he's crying for help from the public. Whence did you adopt this cruel attitude? As if I don't know. See if all your hate mongering impresses anyone as much as my songs and scripts do. I think you'll find that it doesn't. I have every right to complain when I'm getting creamed by crime and all anyone wants to do about it is shuffle around like zombies or queue up to see me get robbed. It wouldn't take much of a word from the public to put an end to all this abuse here, but they appear to prefer to rally behind more fraud bands, fraud comedians, and fraud poets who steal my property. I'm sure they wouldn't if they only read what I say here and realized how much suicidal pain I have endured from the crimes against me and my work in the last eleven years. And you, criminal asshole, whose voice can be heard saying 'his blogs are all bullshit' in the library in my video Tug of War, did Telus let you out of jail for the summer to have another go at my sanity for this year? Your friend has an arrogant chortle. It makes me shudder. Telus is counting on pawns like you to do their dirty work for them. I'd like to throw Telus behind bars where Telus belongs. I am looking forward to offering my services to their competitors, though. And I will do all I can to strip them of their phony image as a friendly corporation in the meantime, as long as they want to steal my music and leave me to suffer like this afterward. I wasn't expected to be able to post this at this time today. How many violations will I find here? 12:13pm. I anticipate poetry violations now. GOOGLE, WHY ARE THERE HORIZONTAL LINES ACROSS THE BELOW NEWLY POSTED VIDEO? 12:14pm. Ope! They're gone again! How much harm have they caused me all night while GOOGLE SLEPT? Great security. Glad I'm keeping track of times and dates. It's all they know how to do: CHEAT! And look how much they get to do it. Miserable. Google, what kind of a day would their crime have made for me if I didn't come here to see their assault on my YouTube account and mention it here? Not your problem, right? Thanks. Well, I think it's extremely unreasonable for you to hold me hostage to your site like this by not guarding my content well enough. And are you going to hide this truth from the public? Don't be evil, be Satanic, right? 1:06pm. MY CHRONOLOGY OF RECORDINGS HAS AGAIN BEEN CRIMINALLY COMPROMISED, AS SHOWN BY HORIZONTAL BARS ACROSS THE FACE OF THE VIDEO. 1:07pm. Now it's fixed. Good thing I came back here after my walk. Did no one inform Google as I asked? Google, this is the same crime repeating over and over and over again that I'm reporting here. Are you waiting for your frauds to kill me with crime? Who's envious of someone else having all the talent? Why aren't they envious of all the other things he has all of? Because then they can't feel sorry for themselves as much. Hey, Google, you should warn good talent that the biggest mistake they can make would be to share their work on your site. You should have warned me that your site was only intended for inferior talent. Now my life is ruined. I'm downloading the content of this page with its URL today. If you're not seeing what I'm posting here, I want a lawyer to know about it. LAW ENFORCEMENT: I want any and all views which have been skimmed from my web pages erased from the the offenders' pages and added back to mine. And I want these monstrous offenders severely punished. Give them the special treatment. I don't need the lying media to report it. I'll let them steer their gullible viewers straight to prison cells over me. I hear them scoffing. Show them I mean business. Hey, 'it's a really good song,' eh? And how much brain damaging broadcasting does it take to make you reject the author of music that pleases you? Why don't you get your TV and radio to answer this hopeless question of mine. July 13, 2018 (Friday) 7:56 pm. Back to check my things for signs of online tampering. You'll see a lot of that has gone on in the last week if you look all the way down. 10:45am. I just checked that Wizard of Oz clip I linked to from this page yesterday and it has almost 250,000 views. Did it have that many before I linked up to it? I thought it had only gathered up a few thousand views in five years on the YouTube. It's Friday the 13th and I'm not afraid. Why? Because every day is Friday the 13th when you're David Skerkowski in Vancouver. But I wonder if some of those culpable industry slaves can help me recall the lyrics to that song about Saint Peter. How does it go again? It really feels like what? What does it feel like again? Do they know what it really feels like? Roxanna, I seem to be hearing your voice again a lot these days. Do you know how that song goes? Lisa, how about you? I get lyrics mixed up when people come up to me in the central branch of the library and gawk at me at close range - like a few weeks ago for your band. What do you and your conniving company ever achieve by that? Remember these parody lyrics? Look at the date I posted them. I wasn't talking about Madonna in that post. No direct assaults to report yet, though I haven't checked anything here. I'm curious about why a film crew needs to shoot in front of that school across from the church I showed you in my Street to Enlightenment video. I'm sure their motives are far from innocent. This recent online disfigurement of a song of mine dedicated to American freedom might compare favourably with someone vandalizing the Statue of Liberty on the way from France to America in 1876. Too bad these skulking creeps don't expose their identities to me so I can warn U.S. authorities about them crossing the border from here. I can't resist commenting on the PBS video I watched last night, Dick Cavett's Vietnam. One veteran got it right: they 'played around' too much instead of winning. Now, I wouldn't have even sent any troops there. Countries are not dominoes; it's a ridiculous theory. But if I was forced to go to war there, I'd do it right. I would have started by paralyzing Cambodia. I would have carpet bombed Cambodia at the same time as I pushed north with my helicopter gunships, advancing ten miles at a time, leaving nothing but burning desolation in my wake. I would have gone in there with awesome, overwhelming force. 'No kill' zones? Are you joking? Kill everything! Kill the mothers and babies and their pets! Kill the birds and the bees and the flowers and the trees! Kill anything that shows even the remotest signs of life! I'm the Angel of Death when I fight a war. Those Communists would have seen me coming and surrendered from the distance. Do you say the enemy was fighting to 'free themselves from the Westerners'? For Christ's sake, that's us! We're the Westerners! Whose side are you on? I'm from Vancouver, myself. I feel extra threatened by that. Anyway, I'd have won that thing by January 1965, before anyone had time to protest. But again, only if I was forced into it. 3:33pm. I just viewed that same DVD after someone in my house gave me a joint and I noticed a few new things. They put those dominoes on a map and it really shocked me! It totally makes sense! They had to get over there right away. Those countries were teetering. Uh... Jefferson Airplane rocks! Yes! now, I see. You totally need the wa-wa pedal on those exploding chemical defoliants. Psychedelic, man! I dig their groovy sound. What was I thinking before? You need the hippies for this war. Their music made it beautiful. I guess they were right after all with the slow escalation. 'nother revolution! 'nother revolution! Hey, man, who's the square? Is he against the movement or something? What's he getting all religious about? Man, that dude needs an afro or something. Oh, about that ding-dong joke, sorry if I don't feel enough respect for people who drink my blood. July 12, 2018: 5:45pm. I found out where the police were while I was defending my reality online: helping a film crew cast another illusion on my street. (Now watch closely for a violation of this good song, either there or at this location: Denial.) Illusions are clearly more important than truth in our society. We real people must all detour around the illusion. Yes, and money only wants to pay for illusions, not for artists' truth. Money wants to mock the American ideals of truth and justice and fair play. But just make sure they cast their illusions with their own feeble sorcery and not my timeless masterpieces, or they will answer directly to the Almighty God Who put me here to demolish their evil. I've added some more detail to that reincarnation account. I'm still Christian, however, and grateful to the Christian[?] Koreans for their handouts at the food bank today, which will help pay for all my dental work this month. 4:25pm. Long day. We'll add our totals from today to yesterday's tally: Now we have 5 music violations, 4 image violations, 2 JavaScript violations, and 1 cartoon violation since I opened this page. (Still waiting for a poetry violation.) I want all outside posts of my song Free erased from the web. GOOGLE, WHY ARE THERE BARS ACROSS THE VIDEO IN MY POST OF THIS SONG? CAN'T WE CONTROL THIS REPEATING CRIME? 4:33pm: All cleared up again? Maybe the culprit is sitting right here in the library instead of in a cell, eh, police? Great justice. I want all outside posts of my song Gr Moose erased from the web. I guess they abandoned their filth on that one, for the present. I'm sticking around to check all my other hundred and eighty some songs. Great fun. You music wrecking creeps love your witch. Police, I was such an idiot to try to quit this life and get an ordinary job eleven years ago, right? Police, you must have had time to get to know all these offenders by now. Looks like you like them a lot more than you ever liked me. About that 'deceased' person I keep hearing about, am I supposed to mourn? Instead I will gleefully direct you to the video they celebrated when I was pushed off the web by their crime in 2007: How I Feel About the Deceased. 1:36pm. My original post of my Netherwork cartoon post (Episode XV: Disposable Income), from eleven years ago, holds an onomatopoeic reference which I've decided is too Batman to be funny this time around. So could you tell those art mutilating morons to erase it? And tell them I won't be letting any of my new cartoons anywhere near their scissors. You can blame them and their crime if I don't share any new cartoons like that on the internet now. 10:15am. Time for all the cockroaches who've been active on the web all night, as I lay unconscious and helpless, to flee in the light of day. Off you go for another twelve hours. The GST refund left some seats open yesterday at my drop-in centre of a library branch, but that was just for a day. I'm here to discuss my sudden laryngitis problem, which has me gargling every five minutes. It's because I'm a singer/songwriter that I need to fix my teeth. After all, no one would need to call me 'Popeye' if I wasn't a widely viewed singer/songwriter. Therefore, it would be a shame if the required dental work cost me my singing voice. I know that the dentist must use caustic chemicals to do her job, but I wonder how liberally she might be compelled to use them on an innocent fraud victim who gets talked too about too much behind his back. I felt burning chemicals pooling in my throat yesterday, which caused me to choke. Once home, vocal chords shredded, I went a little crazy from thinking about the possible deliberate sabotage of my vocal chords caused by wrongful rumours. Were any of the offenders listed in my Copyright Issues page invited to 'perform' here for the fraud festival this summer? Such invitations spawn wrongful rumours. I wish they would kill me outright when they organize fraud festivals like that, rather than make me suffer the living, lingering death of of my fans' misplaced devotion. You barbarians, who want to spoil my July 4th musical gift with your hideous insinuations, deserve to have your eardrums punctured so you can't listen to music for the rest of your miserable lives. CBC, it was yours and your media colleagues' lies that created this unbearable condition for me. I see some new faces in your lineup. What happened to the old ones? How soon are we due for another staff shuffle? July 11, 2018: 5:32pm. So, let's see... I make it at least three image violations (pervert, bum, and kook) and at least three music violations (Fonzie, Runaway Hand, and today's bust) since I posted my last video on YouTube, as well as an assault on my JavaScript slideshow program. Who needs to play a concert when you can defend against all this crime instead? 4:30pm. Did I hit something with that last volley of songs I named? Did I sink their battleship? Funny how people get so much more attention for demolishing my online work than I do for creating it. It must mean I'm a communist, right? Well, I don't care who goes to prison today, I'll be dealing with each of these offenders personally when I get out of here. Is there any more disheartening sound than the laugh of a miscreant? You just know they're happy about some poor innocent child being raped or something. It makes me shudder every time I hear it, and I hear it a lot. One more thing needs mentioning today. I wanted to ask about that lady in the fishnet stockings who stood waiting outside my door a while ago, blocking my way into the house. Then some guy popped out of nowhere, just as I went past her. Was that a frame job? It was shortly after I reported my building's front window being smashed. (An hour later:) Oh, the cartoon stealing Georgia Straight must want to confuse me with the downstairs pervert who relies on their classifieds for romance. I avoid the cartoon stealing Georgia Straight. I prefer more intelligent, honest publications like Hustler, Swank, Club, International, and High Society, which are also proving useful for my offline 'heavy metal' style cartoons of late. 12:39pm. GOOGLE, THERE ARE BARS ACROSS MY CHRONOLOGY VIDEOS THIS MORNING AGAIN, as I first reported on July 3rd and erased from that page today to stay on topic with that quiz. Should I bring my camera with me to show you the difference from how they looked yesterday? What filthy crime causes this deterioration of my page? 12:41pm. Ope! They're suddenly gone! Third trip to the dentist successful. I need four more to get my mouth back in order. And COPYRIGHT COPS, it's such a bummer, when you're in that chair, to have to fret about someone saying 'she's worshipped' and know that it's connected to the music you've thrown attention onto in the last couple of days, like the newer songs in my chronology: the ones I have ten years to sue for in the United States. And I can't say I enjoyed listening to Denial, Redundant, Currents, Nonchalant, Motion Cautionary, Mischief, Tinsel Heaven, Oblivious, Juice, and Gr Moose (all in my Lyrics index) this morning. Sounds like they've been piled onto by insolent industry slaves, in order to bring me grief. Song takers don't just threaten your brain but your soul if you worship them. You wouldn't worship them if you knew that they only steal something intelligent to cover up their stupidity, that they only steal songs that are easy to play, in 4/4 time, that they confuse their parroting of my music with my own talent, and that they fail to understand the 'hands off' policy for unsigned artists like myself, when it comes to playing cover tunes, in order to cause no confusion about who wrote the music. Would you copyright cops explain that policy to them as soon as possible. And TELUS, I'm looking very forward with providing your competitor outside your region with its choice of my songs to use for a commercial about how their service is superior to yours! Tell that to Heart. July 10, 2018: 1:44pm: Why are so many passersby clinging to the broadcasters' fake universe with their ipads? Is it supposed to prove something? Is some fool prancing around with stolen music, as was the case on Saturday with a bullshit instrumental band and a couple of weeks ago with a repeat singing offender? How's my real work experience holding out? It's real enough to provide substance to all the media's human holograms that they want you love and hug and kiss for ever and ever? I live in reality and they want you to live in their illusion made out of my reality. My childhood? Oh, Bruce MacArthur? Who's taking credit for that? And when I accidentally blew up a truck with a stink bomb in Grade 6, I had a witness, Stephen Brown, but who claimed to have written the sketch? Since my childhood, I've been living my real life, while their human holograms have been lounging in cafes and having no ideas for their comedy shows, and while their wind-up toy musicians have been having too much sex to write their next album. I've repaired my slideshow program so it works as a scroll. I took some footage of it working, so I have something to compare it to later. I've made the above title more clear. If I leave one word out, they jump on it like pack animals. Has the media explained how their overlords have no intention of paying me for my work? This is because it is the truth, and their job is to lie to you, manipulate you, and insult your intelligence without your knowledge. For instance, don't read this post; let them tell you what it says. Is anyone going to CBC's 'live music' event? As opposed to my bullshit music, I suppose. Why didn't they step on their fraud bands like that? Are they promoting it as much as they promoted Blue Rodeo's concert last January? I'd like to find a bass player who can play in 13/4 and 7/4 and 15/4 and 21/4 and 6/8 with 4/4 on top of it, but I just had to record the bass parts for those myself. And the ones who don't know how to play my music call it bullshit. Now, moving away from music to image, am I a jerk for taking pictures of my scalp to show that I'm not bald after being called Hairbald last year? I'm a jerk for wanting to keep my bad hair, but Mike Myers is an angel for making his evil 'Me' a bald villain. I had no character description for 'Me' when I invented him, just the name. The rest was all Mike Myers' perception of bald men. And it's not a good idea to have politicians in the House who lie about my dick. My boys can come in any time they like and haul them away. You damn well know what I'm talking about. July 9, 2018: I've rephrased my central assertions in A Hideous Topic from last year's Statements of Fact for the person who told me I was an 'earful'. I know what she meant by it. Today is my brother Roger's birthday. I hope my quarrel with Roger and Bernard has brought no abuse to any nephews and nieces of mine. I last saw Roger's son in 2004 - see my 2004 short story Bad Sad - and he was the best behaved child I'd ever met. I'm receiving information about another burned down band, which may be a direct result of yesterday's post to this page. No new assaults from the public, but I broke down and yelled last night over the woofer noise from downstairs penetrating my headphones. Second trip to dentist successful. My mouth is still frozen from the anesthesia. Another appointment coming up. July 8, 2018: I need to discuss another apparent musical assault that began the day after I heard Dean was arrested and punished, earlier last month. When a band needs to shove its music in my face, it makes me suspicious because they might be trying to see if I recall something I wrote in 2007, like those instrumental pieces I haven't yet inadvertently rewritten. One stupid band would like to take my instrumentals, like Juice and Gr. Moose, and try to 'improve' them by putting 'guitar solos' over them. And I recently found out that Gr. Moose was violated on the web. This band seems to have a close affiliation with the Astoria Hotel owner who might still have some of my old posts from 2007. So, to the owner of that guitar solo I withstood yesterday evening, which may have been from the Kitsilano Festival, are you finished yet? I hope so. Because now it's time to answer that musical gibberish with something people understand: words. Where are your words? Do you think exercising your digits is enough? Rapid guitar solos like yours are silly and obsolete. You can't tell one apart from hundreds of others because they are too undefined, melody and rhythm drowned in a pretentious sea of aimless posturing. Do you think more notes makes a song more musical? That's a bit like judging a book by the weight of its pages, isn't it? The guitar is not linear enough for accurate sixteenth notes. I'd only need one hand on a keyboard for that. But you don't even know what you're playing as you produce that noise, so you don't care! And a Gypsy doesn't need a pick, he just uses his fingers and thumb. Why did the Crystalids need to steal my Gr. Moose when the whole composition has less notes than your solo? I guess people liked the way I left its melody uncluttered, so they could hear it. I heard that it's been violated recently. Do you and your band know about this? What about its twin, Juice? Do you and your band know about any violations of my recording Juice in the last two years or so? I do. And I know that music frauds in Vancouver end up right back onstage as soon as they are released from confinement. Has anyone flagged this new violation yet? Or are we just going to carry on letting the strutting offender[s] call me names like 'Groose' with it? Do people here in my region think it's funny to have my music stolen and mocked by this brainless bullshit band behind my back? If so, it must be from enjoying all that vicious Saturday Night Live crime with my comedy on the television for so many years. As for the woofer assault from my downstairs neighbour, that continues unchecked at 3:00 in the morning. July 7, 2018: If you want to call me a kook for talking about reincarnation, don't forget to call more than a billion Asians the same name. If you want to call me a koof, chances are you learned your vocabulary in prison, between engagements to service the rest of your cell block with oral sex. If you're a brain damaged reprobate who wants to throw a stupid fest in my home, don't play my music loud for it because it would scare you too much. AND DO ANY COPS WANT TO ASK THAT SLUM LORD ASSHOLE HOW THESE GUYS IN MY HOUSE HAVE PARTY MONEY IN THE MIDDLE OF THE MONTH? I DIDN'T THINK SO. Visit my last post.
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