Tuesday, July 24, 2018

Crazy as a Prophet



8:20pm. Third offense of the day above. The last time I suffered so much crime without anyone helping me was in 2007. They wanted to turn these blogs into church pamphlets. And they wanted to turn my music into a hundred different bullshit bands so they could increase their profits a hundred times. And their poor comedians needed one clever person to write all their shows; an author that they could abuse so thoroughly that he'd have to go on the dishonourability program and lose his credibility when he screamed for justice. (Before that, I worked in a real job.) And they needed my statements to give to the empty headed talk show hosts who lie to you every day. They needed my life-work to make a fake universe out of it for you to think was real as they laughed at you. And to top it off, they wanted you to call the one who stole the most of my songs, Jesus. And once they get away with that, it looks like the author has no chance of having any success for himself at all. Are you sure this is a good country to live in? My body is intact, but how about my mind? Is it fair to call me crazy after putting this much consistent pressure on me?

Do not be offended by this if you are reasonable enough to believe my arguments after eight solid years of adding to these posts.

I'm here at my 'crazy' blog to talk about being 'crazy' in the same blog that so many took inspiration from since I first posted to it in my old Blogger account in 2007. You people, who live ordinary lives and call me 'crazy', look at someone in an extraordinary situation about which you know nothing and think yourselves fit to pass judgement on me. Did you have 200 songs on the web and 200 poems and 1000 comedy scripts that were stolen and torn to pieces by two hundred different stars in an eleven year period? So how do you know what's 'normal' for me?

As you line up to strut past me, in support of one fraud star after another with page views inflated by stealing mine, how do you think I've survived it all? By bullshitting myself about my holy encounter? Wouldn't I know that I was bullshitting myself? Wouldn't that be insufficient to sustain my resolve through such a prolonged period of criminal abuse in front of the eyes of the world?

You're not all bad, but I tend to hear more from the bad among you. They think they know all about the pressures of fame from watching Michael Jackson on TV. They say it doesn't really exist, that it's all in his head. Well, they have the location right, but do they know what precisely is going on in his head? How could they? They're not famous.

Since when did believing in Christ damage a man's credibility? Isn't Christ the God of Truth? Wouldn't Christ punish me if I were lying? But Christ is not punishing me for anything I share on the internet. I sit very serenely this morning in the public library, two days after posting my order to arrest Rosie O'Donnell for fraud, and the only problem I have is trying to hang onto my page views for the video. As much as they can do to me behind my back, look what happens when I confront them in public. They disappear. Their fraud disappears. Actions speak louder than words, don't they?

How would you rate Rosie O'Donnell against the former 'most trusted voice in Canada', Jon Stewart? I would have told you he was bigger and more talented than she was. And how long has it been since you all heard Dateline NBC tell you that 'Jon Stewart is out on bail'? You believe it when they tell you, but you want to call me crazy when they turn against me. They wanted me on your side at a time when I couldn't remember anything about their crime so they could con you. And I resisted to hold out and expose their crime in the years that followed. And are you going to call me crazy for saving you from being conned like that? That's some gratitude.

Did anyone track down that guy who was on Dateline in November 2007 and knew he was going to be big? Am I crazy for saying he hung himself in 2009? Or am I experiencing something extraordinary about which you know nothing? To add to that, did anyone attending my nemesis' fraud show last month recall mocking him by calling him Fonzie? I did, and I wasn't anywhere near the event, nor did anyone inform me of it.

Speaking of angel voices, when I first heard mine, I attended a school called Our Lady of Fatima Elementary School. It was named after the famous vision of the Virgin Mary reported by Portuguese children. They get a Wiki page and look at all I get. Children are favoured by my Lord, but we all appear to him as such. And if you're going to believe in God, what's wrong with believing that He can visit us and render spiritual support when our souls are under attack? Or do you not believe in God? Well, I thought this was the free world I was living in here.

Maybe you're crazy. You look at all this evidence and see me adding to it every day. You listen to your TV and radio hyping one fraud after another who I end up shooting down with this account. You want to believe half-assed lies and backstabbing character assassinations instead of the truth in front of your eyes.

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