Speaking of Crime

Speaking of Crime
7:16pm. I think I've shown enough daily evidence of these assaults with my camera. I'm just going to post mention of recording future violations with my camera for a good lawyer. I need a good lawyer, who is not afraid to call out the executives for their involvement in this crime. Maybe you all find them respectable, but I only see them as thugs. I think these thugs have risen high in our capitalist society, which is a mark of failure. Thugs want to make a print of Van Gogh's Sunflowers and tell you it's more valuable than the original because its on their wall. Thugs want mothers to comfort children with rhymes at night that were plagiarized to bring harm on the author. Thugs want to turn everyone into senseless thugs like themselves, and they just need a human like me to steal their words from. A good lawyer would know very well about the impact of this damage to my intellectual property on my brain. They can see how the criminals taunt me openly, clearly having support from higher authorities. Two-time convicts are free to beat their victim over his head with his songs and blogs again. The TV is going to tell everyone how great and popular they are as they violate my account every day.

So who's the copyright owner? Who's the library visitor? Who's the rhymer? After eleven years of being myself, we have my life to look at and a large number of impersonating assholes still trying to make money out of it. This is because thugs in elegant suits, with shit eating smiles on their faces, pay big big money to assault my brain with crime. A good lawyer would easily make the point in court with my evidence.

5:16pm. I'd like to inform police and lawyers that my ability to catch crimes against my web posts is not entirely accidental. I have video evidence of myself reporting assaults hitting my brain in private, with the date and time reliably recorded, which spurred me to keep examining my pages until I discovered a crime hiding on them. I know of few people outside of copyright owners like myself, or industry specialists, who are aware of the effects of this kind of web crime on the brain of the victim, but from experience, I would compare them to a physical assault - and no laughing matter.

3:50pm. Forced to release another example of assaults on my videos in the below embedded.



2:16pm. Can you let me get a shot of my chronology slideshow without the lines of crime on it? OR IS THIS A CRIMINAL POWER TRIP FROM SOME CORRUPT, CORPORATE ASSHOLE?

2:09pm. Just caught some MORE EXAMPLES OF CRIMES COMMITTED ON MY EMBEDDED VIDEOS. I made a video recording of it to show you how poorly the law is enforced around such crimes, which gave rise to that big, stinking fraud party, from 2007 to the present, that the corporate media celebrated with such abandon.

1:45pm. Can everyone see why I needed to quit posting in 2007? Those 'library visits' are a resurrected video playlist from that year. After I deleted my 2006-2007 account, I found others copying my erased videos. For the library visits, they knew how to put lines across their own embedded videos. Big surprise. As for me, I'd rather not see my JavaScript slideshow program, whose code I authored myself, getting destroyed by hacking web crimes. And I find the black line running across my profile portrait most unbecoming. I'm presenting my work for what it has to tell you, not for appearances, but if its message is obstructed by such assaults on my image, then I must pay extra heed to my appearance for the sake of truth. If the industry didn't put so much effort into making their frauds look brilliant, in order to make their fraud victims look guilty, I'm sure I'd have had the time to get my act on a stage by now.

12:00pm. So is everyone clear about why I wrote the Bird of Prey song now? I've been explaining it since 2010 in this account. Or do they still think my real life is some asshole's standup routine? The broadcasters want to see everyone misinterpreting my legal statements that expose their filthy prison crimes. How is that birdbrain of an impersonating asshole who got kicked off TV and thrown in prison twice since 2010 - you know, the one who likes to joke about Christian women with my words and say that he's Gollum in a fighter plane with my explanations about musical authoring motives that are well over his criminal head? Is he trying to stage another comedy comeback so that Dick Cheney can feel more secure about selling my war song to MacDonnell-Douglas? Hey, criminals, this is your big chance to receive corporate sponsorahip for your ugly crimes of fraud with music, poetry, and comedy. The dirty, crooked entertainment business wants you to confuse the public for them.

I'd ask CBC about their star comedian, but they're too busy organizing frame jobs. They need to back up their lies about their fraud victim with artificial evidence. I wish I hadn't helped them pinpoint my front door for whatever that scheme was with the reporter in fishnet stockings and some skulking fuck ready to jump out at my back as soon as I went past her. They'd rather do that than report the news. I've never seen so many people who hate truth as much as reporters do in this age.

Yeah, and there was more stealing going on all night last night. That's where your new stars are picking up all their views that they are so keen to show off.

   
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