A lot of people are looking forward to meeting their favourite stars in Heaven, but they might be in for a surprise when they see who those stars really are. The Heaven-on-Earth offered to stars in this crime culture of ours is truly evil. There's even a physically invasive component to it that must be a government secret. And they don't let you have this Heaven of theirs unless you trade your soul for it. This is probably done voluntarily by most, but in my case they tried to impose it on me in 2011, when I still had a lot of old music unclaimed and a thousand or so comedy blogs to rewrite. The condition of my stardom was the trading of my soul in the form of Nickleback with Fool's Paradise and Nonchalant, Seal with Bad News and Beguiled, Blue Rodeo with Mischief and Close Rendezvous, plus TV shows like Saturday Night Live, Ellen, the Simpsons, and others, with all the comedy sketches in my blogs as listed below in my Copyright Offenders index, all of which have come to light since 2011. As long as these vast portions of my music and comedy remained in the hands of frauds, the industry was willing to support my bid for success in 2011. How generous of them. And see how they've withdrawn their support since I rewrote and reclaimed all these old works? If I want my soul, I must sacrifice my success in the industry.
In 2011, that boy who mocked me as I walked by him yesterday was only about two. Look at the world he's growing up in.
I believe in my soul. I've had very convincing dreams to assure me of its existence. I've witnessed firsthand the suicide of an artist, one who showed me the way to salvation. The very sidewalk wept for him when he died. Anyway, I would never trade my soul for anything, and that seems to be my barrier to success in this world. Now my life is being made unlivable by constant fraud with my music and comedy combined with the neglect of authorities who are supposed to protect me. God knows that I'm being crucified here and that crucifixion kills. He will not blame me for my suicide, since I would be very happy to live my life under less excruciating conditions. The blood that broadcasters and stars and certain police and certain lawyers and certain politicians are bidding for will pass onto their hands, where it will stay until their final judgment. Until I put a stop to it by killing myself, I feel myself being torn to shreds by the countless violations of my work here on Google, but I must endure.
The only thing I have to worry about is making sure I've done all I can to champion the truth before I go. That's why I'm trying to register my songs now. I'd like to register all of them over the next year or two. If they want to speed up my suicide, just get them to reject my registration. With that last hope of leaving an accurate account of my life gone, there will be nothing left for me to live for, and God will understand. I've also found a place where I might be able to register my poems and comedy scripts. And I'd like to post my frameset containing all my blogs somewhere outside of Blogger. My posts are getting destroyed here. Once these things are done, if no one still wants to help me, I will be free to grant the industry's wish for my blood.
To give you an example of how truth is getting destroyed here, I've been informed that readers are viewing my 'chrono-dave.blogspot' link through an encrypted outside connection. After I struggle to organize a chronology of my videos to explain my argument, the last thing I want is to be blocked from what outside readers see when they view the page. So I had a peek at my home files of this blog to give you the tally of videos which should be listed there. For 2018, there should be 60 videos with 2 not yet added from yesterday. 2017 has 17 videos. 2016 has 34 videos. 2015 has 13 videos. 2014 has 41 videos. 2013 has 28 videos. 2012 has 19 videos. 2011 has 59 videos. And 2010 has 55 videos. The total comes to 326, which is about ten over what I have on YouTube because of the erasing and reposting of ten or twelve songs from the last eight years, which called for their double mention in my chronology. Is that how many are visible through this -uh - 'encrypted' link? I seriously doubt it. And don't bother calling the cops. But I can make them come for one thing, right, cops? When I put the note on my door, it will say, NOW THE POLICE WILL COME. The smell will tell my co-tenants the rest. I'll leave my door unlocked.
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