What a Waste

So what am I supposed to do about this situation? What more can I do but what I've already done? I've re-posted almost everything that was stolen from me and it turns out that millions of people out there benefited from my work in one way or another while its theft by irresponsible stars and broadcasters subjected me to the kind of torture I once thought only existed in science fiction shows like Star Trek. I have been crucified over and over and over again for merely showing that I have talent on the internet. And I'm not Jesus. Jesus needed to be crucified. My continuous crucifixion achieves nothing but losses of profits from my work and the destruction of the image of an otherwise promising money maker. Pride appears to be more important to broadcasters than profits. All they had to do was approach me at any point in the last ten years if they wanted my work and I'm sure we could have come to some sort of agreement. They didn't want to ask me for my work, they wanted to steal it and give it to corrupt stars to use against me. They wanted every decent thing I ever shared turned into a hideous work of fraud to cheat me out of my success and cheat you out of your trust. And I shared a lot of work: thousands and thousands of posts. Fuck, that's a lot of greasy fraud committed with music and art and poetry and comedy. It's enough to make you want to puke. I wonder if my late mother can see the horrors that the music business inflicts on her son every day from her new location. I wonder if God will ever intervene on my behalf to put an end to this shameful crime. Well, I didn't have all the facts about the Iraq War when I first shared a lot of this work. I suppose I can see the need to remove the brute from power now. I could have been persuaded to change my opinion back in 2007 if the business had done the responsible thing and approached me for permission to use my work. Didn't it make excellent propaganda? My cartoons and my blogs and my songs must have offered great comfort to our armed forces while that war was raging. I don't want any of them to feel guilty about it now. I'm only sorry that I was not able to offer them this support directly instead of having it all stolen from me and delivered to them behind my back. Comedy is very delicate and I find it very challenging to author a good comedy script. By the way, I think that Bob Hope sucks. I find his jokes insulting to my intelligence. No one seems to work hard enough on their humor anymore. I approach comedy writing much in the same way that I author computer programs. There's far more to it than merely having a funny idea. Inspiration, articulation, and timing are all essential to a good comedy script. I see little or none of these elements in the so called comedy that assaults me from most commercial broadcasts. You culprits out there know what I mean when I say that I've been subjected to tortures that belong more in science fiction than reality. Because of your abuse of the copyright protection system with my work, I believe that I'm surviving against my protection rather than because of it. I think you took a system that was designed to protect artists and used it to try to murder me. You know what I'm talking about. If I end up on top after all of this, you'll want me to say that I'm glad I was protected, but I often think it would have been more humane to have been converged upon by those production workers in 2011 and beaten to death. Or maybe I should have been blown to pieces by that creep's shotgun in 2011 instead of left alive to suffer the years I have described in detail in this account every day since he pointed his weapon at my window and shouted 'Jreamer'. I was all ready to die. I said the Lord's Prayer and waited for the blast. Did I survive that and every day since just to sit in this library alone and talk about your crime to a bunch of strangers four years later? What a waste of time and talent.
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