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Hey, children, remember when the Simpsons had that rhyming episode? They stole that from my blogs. It's listed below. And remember when Ellen was talking about the Civil War? She stole that from my blogs. And remember when Saturday Night Live did the sketch where the children play that game where they line up for execution in front of a fake machine gun? They stole that from my blogs. And you know those songs you hear on the radio that you like and then they stop playing them? You'll find them in my lyrics index. They got stolen out of my account and put on the radio with other people's names on them. The TV is too embarrassed to admit that it lied about all this, so they just want to hide it all now. And they leave it for me alone to tell you the truth about it. But you can trust me more than you can trust any of them. They point to a song I wrote on the radio and say, forget about Dave and listen to this. Or they point to a sketch I wrote on their TV show and say, forget about him and look at this. And it's all just to protect themselves at your expense because it cost you hundred times more to pay for all those stars than it would have to pay for me alone with my work. I seem to be having some spinal problems lately. I better go get some more black strap molasses to help me straighten up my posture. I'm glad I'm allowed to eat that. It has such a cool name. You know, I send out my songs and smiles as a kind of gift for my readers and it all gets turned into weapons of war in the hands of frauds. I was thinking today of how the TV and radio only supported my work when it was fraud. They wanted all this hard work I did, thousands of pages, to be used against me in their war against talent. And they wanted their millions of viewers to reject the author who pleased them by loving countless frauds in his place. They wanted whole generations of schoolchildren to believe in lies and worship false idols armed with my songs and blogs. I say this because as soon as my songs are stolen, they go on the radio and TV and into the music charts. You have it shoved in your face when it's fraud, but when I recover them, they disappear from their schedule. Why? By not saying anything about me, they're saying a lot. Am I not worth looking at? Is my music not worth looking at anymore in the hands of its author? That must be what some of their younger, more impressionable viewers are thinking. The broadcasters want them all to be disappointed by me because I'm not in their broadcast, like the fraud stars. So they abuse my music and I'm supposed to look bad for it. Great. You think you trust them when they're using me to get that trust from you, and putting malicious hate in its place for me to receive. And that's when I ask you to disconnect from them, merely from self defence, but we've reached this point too many times for me to believe in the existence of justice anymore. Very few of broadcasting's victims could probably put up as much of a fight as I have, so it is quite a victory that I have been able to compile a resource like my copyright offenders index below, with its lists of links. All children need to do now is go to this list and find the songs or stories that were stolen alongside the names of the star offenders. The titles are linked to my account and it would clear up a lot of confusion about my songs and blogs. Why doesn't the TV and radio inform the public of this hard won resource? Instead the page appears to have been hacked to send visitors somewhere else. Do broadcasters need someone in my place as their victim now? You can't blame me for thinking it's because they only want the world to ever love their lying, cheating fraud stars when they so blatantly hide the truth of my talent and innocence as they do currently. What a beautiful life I would have had if only they'd have told the truth about me. See the below, part of my tree of truth that I have grown here in my Blogger account over the last ten years of steady posting. And what does the business like to do with my tree of truth? Apparently, they like to take a chainsaw to it in the form of internet hackers. Or are you even capable of reading this post today out there? |
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Wednesday, January 30, 2019
Omissions of Guilt
Tuesday, January 29, 2019
Independently Healthy
Here are a pile more that they ignore.
Monday, January 28, 2019
Nosh the Invaders
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First, just a reminder that I don't put commercials on my songs, like the above, at this time. If you see a commercial on my music, you should inform the sponsor. We'd both appreciate it. The ancient Egyptians thought the body had a soul of its own, separate from the personality. When I see the scope and complexity of life on a microscopic level, another entity appears to indeed be at work within. I've also noticed that when I play the guitar, I can switch my hands to auto-pilot after accelerating to a tempo of 122 beats per minute. It's a little scary, though, like looking at your own hands as if they're a pair of strangers. The diet is going well. I'm feeling more energetic. I've found a few alternatives to the recommended items. For instance, Rice Crispies are the same as rice cakes, but they have a bit more personality. Plus they hold three essential vitamins: niacin, thiamine, and riboflavin - popularly known as snap, crackle, and pop. Those cakes, on the other hand, are like styrofoam. My need for red wine and olive oil suggests Roman ancestry, and Type A is said to have started in Europe when cells first developed antigens. Antigens are stick-like sidearms that poke out of the cell and shoot antibodies at other cells that they don't like. The Type O cell, the prototype, was much friendlier, and carried no weapons. It even has the cutest little happy face, according to this diagram. I can feel the antioxidants going to work in my bloodstream. They're going up to toxins wherever they are and eating them. Good work, boys! I'll send you some reinforcements soon. Uh, I guess this is a statement, at least for now. Please keep it away from Ellen. |
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Sunday, January 27, 2019
Attention Disorder
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Feeling a little more stable this morning after getting my body to convert from beer to red wine this week. It feels like some kind of chemotherapy. I think my beer receptors are all gone now. I didn't mind the medical advice and I drank as much red wine as I possibly could. I found a very nice local merlot with good firm body and just the right sweetness. I love the euphoric buzz you get from wine, but for some reason it makes me sluggish in the morning. Maybe I need to drink more. I should maybe get one of those wineskins so I can carry it around with me and keep drinking it. It feels good to know I'm reducing my chance of a heart attack as a I get drunk. Now, about my music posts of late, like today's above, I think I've been sharing solidly good, original recordings. They've all obviously been worked hard on to have their parts filled in and everything tight. If the music was liked enough to put it on the radio, then you should like the artist. We don't bash artists when they do a good job for us. We don't call them 'fake' when they're the author of the song and they're playing the song in time with the guitar that was used to record the song and the microphone that was used to sing the song. We don't need bands who steal my music or comedians who steal my blogs when they have nothing of their own to compete with it. I never needed them. And does anyone else on YouTube have this problem of filthy, malicious false accusations piling up all over their music videos? I want to share music and they want to tell dirty lies about my dick. Do any other musicians on the web suffer this problem? Do they have strangers dumping nasty insinuating lies on their music posts all the time, you know, like calling the poor guy a 'pervert' or something when he's standing there, minding his own business, playing a great song that he wrote? |
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Saturday, January 26, 2019
Unsung Headache
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Yeah, so I've been working on a new recording for the last few days. I wanted an all new song to send to Songwriters Association. It took me four consecutive attempts, but I think I finally did it last night. It's an amusing little blues/metal number which I sent to the Canadian Song Vault for protection, along with eleven others spanning the last ten years or so. Nice to give them something good that YouTube doesn't have. I knew I could do it. I could have posted my song onto YouTube yesterday, but how's Shambles doing? Who's the thief? Is someone a thief now? Maybe we should get that resolved before I share any other songs. You'd like this new one, I bet. By the way, who's the thief, the thief with no commercials on his page; the thief who wants to register his songs now instead of sharing them on YouTube; the thief that put all those TV stars in prison with his blogs? They sure throw that word around a lot, eh? Especially when it mars an innocent man's name. One thing is certain here on the web: when you get preyed on by a hundred different assholes, there's always at least ten of them at large to interfere with your success for the rest of your life. I was wondering about those people who've known that I'm innocent all through the last ten or twenty years of this experience. How are they all doing? |
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Tuesday, January 22, 2019
Who's the Balooga Monster?
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So I was walking by someone on the street this morning who was talking to someone else and saying, 'they have her under arrest and she's being interrogated.' Anything to do with me and my song posts? For instance, did anyone like that song stealing whore get into trouble recently as a result of me posting songs that she stole from me in 2007? Like Ooga Balooga, for one? Children, have you ever heard of the balooga monster? Just because I wrote that song when I lost my Afro pic, they tried to turn me into the balooga monster, but the real balooga monster is their own invention. It is a monster made up of envy and malice and outrageous greed which they present to the world as beautiful, armed with my beautiful music to use against you. It's a monster that lies to your heart and wants to drag your soul into hell by poisoning you with its disease of the soul. If you're a Christian, you must recall the scriptures which depict Satan as having a seductive appearance and which is 'the father of all lies'. That means that the more you need to trust TV stars riding a crooked broadcast signal, the more you should reject them. Hey, FOX News, remember when I said I don't care what wing you are, I just think you're assholes? You know why I said that? Because your malice smells like shit. And you want to put it in a candy wrapper and sell it to children under their parents' noses. You are assholes. Did I ever tell you about the first time I shared Ooga Balooga? About how I only had it online for twelve hours and found this blond bitch ripping off its video? She had a shit eating grin on her face that made me want to strangle her with my bare hands. But the FOX News reporters all hailed her as an artist. And did you all read my poem the Masterpiece and how it depicts broadcasting corporations as Satan's favourite institution? Or did you only see a few isolated chapters of this poem on Saturday Night Jive so that it could be stripped of all its true meaning and reduced to a cheap comedy sketch on their dirty fraud show? Does anyone gather the meaning of my autobiographical work, the Age of the Image? Do they understand how badly my life has been ruined by misperceptions around my image caused by fraud committed with my music and comedy? Do they understand how vulnerable we are if we're now going to abandon the presumption of innocence for an accused soul in favour of whatever false appearance might be created by smearing his image? How did President Trump win the election? On merit? Or did his victory depend on the damage to his opponent's image caused by the one-sided media coverage that broke the story of how one side in the competition got hacked? It doesn't matter where the information came from? As long as it hurts the other side, right? The Republicans didn't get hacked, just the Democrats. And then the media went out and helped it along. Must be a Republican media down there. I guess that guarantees Republican success in many future elections to come. And so much for human rights - especially mine, like the right of full protection from the law. Why do I call them dirty? Have any of you tried the above link to my Age of the Image poem yet? I just found it altered from how I thought I put it in there. Instead of http://dave-stdr.blogspot.com/2014/03/the-age-of-image.html it turned out with an exclamation point on the end, leading to God knows where. Does Google know what I intend to eventually do with all the thousands of pages of material I shared on their website? I intend to post every page of it outside of Google, with the dates on each page, as they are shown in my offline frameset. This will let my visitors compare what I really have on their website with whatever the hackers are making them see. And does YouTube know my plan for all future music posts to their website? They will receive no more new songs from me for the rest of my life. I will only try to improve on past posts, as I did with Shambles. All new songs are going directly to SOCAN and nowhere else. Good music is too damaged by sharing it on YouTube. And does Donald Trump know why I say that the source of information counts? Because the source is part of the truth of the information. For instance, my songs are good, and I bet that when the frauds had them, they just wanted you to focus on the quality of the music, rather than its source. And by doing so, they fucked us all pretty bad. And the source of this post is me because I am the victim of broadcasters and stars and God damned tycoons who only want to widen the gap between rich and poor to make themselves feel more successful. And can anyone read the URL in my Age of the Image poem? It reads http://dave-stdr.blogspot.com/2014/03/the-age-of-image.html#!/2014/03/the-age-of-image.html. Is the fucking Lie Guy at large again to corrupt all the children with my beautiful comedy? What a bunch of fucking stinking ASSHOLES. |
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