With Christmas around the corner again I can't help but reflect on what this 'season of giving' has been like for me in the last six years or so. Abysmal. No parties. No fancy dinners. And then I reflect on what Christmas has been like for all those great performers who stole my songs and laughs. How was the Nasco party in 2007? How was it in 2008? Better? I bet it was. How was it in 2009? Lots of people? Lots to eat and drink? Lots of fun? But they invited me to join them in 2009. I'm glad I didn't go.
I still find it hard to control my outrage when I think of how these people strutted around with another person's life-work and accepted all the love and praise for it and never gave a single thought to the harm they caused their victim. That's the kind of worthless human being that crooked TV networks and radio stations turn out with their mindless mantra: all that matters is looking good. People lie to each other about themselves every damn waking minute because they're happier with their lies than they are with reality. Those fools who took my work could never know the sense of pride I feel for being its true author. And even though the business showered them with riches and glory for committing this fraud, the reality of their creative failure still haunted them. They knew they couldn't enjoy their success with my music as well as its true author could.
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