Shooting Blanks

Having had to rewrite my little account of the October 1970 showdown against French Canadian terrorists has sparked a few additional thoughts. We live in a time when armed revolt has become impossible. The state is too well armed. This means that if we want to institute change, we must go about it peacefully, such as by sharing our ideas on the internet. This is certainly better than just letting the bullies win every fight, but it also opens up a whole new category of bullying. The state which has imposed this rule of non-violence is also the best equipped to fight their battles intellectually, since it controls the media. Any lone author like myself is up against countless opponents in the broadcast industry and stands little or no chance of prevailing in any battle for public support. The state can use its broadcast transmitters as Patton once used his tanks. And all their victim ever has is the same tiny old corner of the internet. Did you like how I worked my 1965 date of birth into my last history lecture? Since that was the year I was born and it was also the year my country adopted a new flag, I thought I could have a little fun with it. So what year was the prick who stole the paragraph born? How is his crime funnier than my thought when he has to backdate his birthday by ten years to tell the joke? In a world where a man can't even hang onto his birthday, it may be futile to look for even the smallest truth. Have you added up all the pages to my Canadian History series yet? That's a pretty bulky, comprehensive work of comedy to be stealing from the internet, isn't it? Must be almost fifty pages by now. And then my poems are another hundred or so pages. And I bet all my news reports add up to about a hundred and fifty pages. That's three hundred pages right there. That's a whole book of content plagiarized word for word. And that's only a fraction of what they stole from me. I don't think I was ever treated with as much disrespect in my life as I was at those productions in 2008. I've worked for a lot of employers and no matter how dirty the job was, they all managed show a little politeness when they asked me to do something. But on those productions, the supervisors only ever barked at me and never once said please. I wonder how many of them couldn't wait to make productions for themselves out of my blogs in 2007 and still have their jobs now. Maybe they're even setting up right outside this building as I type.
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