Below, memories of October 2016, just before the big Blue Rodeo show:
I just can't help turning the odd humorous phrase here and there. Keep an eye on the Lie Guy with this one. A couple hundred of his offences are already listed below.
Sunday's a good day to address my most faithful readers. My recently shared plan of suicide might disturb them, so I thought I should speak a little about how God fits into it for me.
I'd rather not kill myself just yet, but I must tell you that it is becoming more and more desirable to me. From 2007 to 2010, unaware that thousands of posts had been stolen from my Google account, I was unaffected by their passing into the hands of countless frauds. Out of sight was out of pain. Now that most of those works have been restored here and they're all being torn to pieces again, I'm feeling the abuse. It seems inevitable that this constant pain, a kind of pressing heartache, will eventually drive me to the act.
Being so close to my grave has made me very spiritual, so I have my Maker on my mind. I'm even careful to keep my thoughts as clean as possible. There's just one more thing I'd like to say on this topic now. It was provoked by the attitudes of certain trespassers of my copyrights and has to do with God's disagreements with humanity. I feel it necessary to remind the faithful of a scriptural lesson that is getting demolished by modern broadcasting and its parade of frauds with my work. It boils down to God doesn't think like we do. Three important examples of this are with appearances, riches, and heaven.
God was clearly more impressed with a common carpenter's son than he was with the emperor of Rome because God sees beyond appearances into the truth of a person, which exists purely in actions. This was why Christ instructed to 'give no thought to what you should wear.' It won't help you ultimately. A beautiful business suit, which I'd love to put on, is no substitute for beautiful actions. TV commercials seem to say the very opposite: the clothes make the man. You might think a woman is beautiful at first sight, but you'd soon change your mind about her if she betrayed you. God would see past her appearance, straight through to her treachery, from a safe distance.
God is repulsed by material riches. We associate such riches with success, but God, besides being infinitely more impressive, sees them as a barrier to salvation. The physical comfort they offer is limited by our term of existence as physical beings, and threatens to betray the spiritual, immortal part of us. Here Christ is quoted as saying of the doomed rich, 'you have had your easy life.' I enjoy TV shows about rich people, like Columbo. They have more things, which makes them more interesting to watch. Still, we must be careful not to covet their possessions.
My last point, about heaven, has to do with its location. Humans are inclined to think of heaven as a shining palace in the clouds when it is not. God's heaven is a place of the heart. We will never find it by any expedition, method of analysis, or signing of a recording contract, but only by embracing our noblest feelings. (When I do this, I tend to produce my most pleasing works of music, poetry, comedy, and art.) Christ spoke in parables, in order to appeal directly to the hearts of his flock and bypass their heads. It was the only way that God's Kingdom could accurately be described. And what are we losing, as our science grows and grows, and its rationality blinds us from such places that exist in feeling rather than thought?
Nor does Satan's hell exist here, but more likely in a dimension where stolen music and plagiarized comedy are extracted by live vivisection with no anaesthesia. Hey, the only limit is your own imagination!
I've never been very comfortable in this world, since I've never had much money, and it's troubling to learn how casual the rape of my music and comedy has become as a way of showering heartless frauds with comforts and leaving me in the cold. It's the kind of true story that belongs in a scripture, a classic pitting of good against evil, but look at how it gets ripped apart when I try to share it on Blogger and YouTube. Well, however much the government and big business must hate my faith in God, it has preserved me up to this point, so that I may share as much soul protecting truth with you as possible. If only they knew how technological my conversion was, how powerless I was against it; it might give my account more credence, or at least make it more understandable.
I'm up to Season Seven of Ancient Aliens, my inspiration for comedy sketches like the Observatory and I Know All About It. This is a very interesting show when it discusses the paranormal experiences of outstanding people from the past, like Abraham Lincoln's. And was Hitler a contactee? Anti-Semites from space? Who'd have thought the hate spread that far in only 2000 light-years? And did ET's help Von Braun with his V-2's? They must have wanted to wipe out England before Doctor Who could get there. Anyway, people are more inclined to believe that such extraordinary things happen to outstanding people, as with Lincoln or Hitler, but when broadcasters constantly diminish the image of an otherwise outstanding person, it makes his encounter with the phenomenal less believable by making him appear too ordinary for it. Watch out for my deceptive appearance, which is far more their creation than mine in your eyes.
If aliens are involved in this, it's an experiment. Maybe they want to compare the frauds' success with my own. Maybe it's an important experiment, and they need me to survive to get on the stage so that they can complete their analysis. Maybe they'll be extremely cross with anyone who drives me to suicide before that can happen. I wouldn't want those powerful entities pissed off at me, boy.
I have only passing complaints about financial difficulties because I don't expect being rich to solve all my problems. If anything, the great wealth of some of the offenders in this case against me and my work shows just how inadequate earthly riches are when it comes to delivering true happiness. If they were happy with their fortunes, they'd have left me alone on the web with my beautiful songs and blogs, with no credit card and no commercials on my page.
As for my suicide, should it come to pass, it will make no sense to your rational mind. I only hope it will be acceptable to your heart.
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