Another Egghead Out To Fuck Writers (And Other Creators) Out Of Their Just Rewards

July 13, 2007

Researcher: Optimal copyright term is 14 years

Pollock’s work is based on the promise that the optimal level of copyright drops as the costs of producing creative work go down. As it has grown simpler to print books, record music, and edit films using new digital tools, the production and reproduction costs for creative work in have dropped substantially, but actual copyright law has only increased.

You overeducated stupid fuck! Have you never read any biography of any writer?

How fucking dare you equate the means of mass production — a machine function! — with the human energy and creativity and drive and persistence and sheer naked belief it takes to persevere during the act of creation?

I read somewhere that someone once said that in order to make one’s living in any field of creative endeavor one had to be almost psychotic. You have to believe in yourself so strongly, to sit there day after day with your computer or your pen or your piece of paper or guitar, and think “I can do this. 999 billion people before me have failed, but I can do this.” It’s quite a psychotic state of mind to have to hang onto year after year. It takes years. Nobody does it overnight.
— Nicole Griffith; interview printed in the eBook, The Reality Break Interviews: Volume #0 by Dave Slusher

And you, you fawning little shit sucking up to the Overgarchy so you can aid and abet in their looting of the rest of us, you want to dismiss the blood, the sweat, the tears, and the terrors true artists go through as they struggle to develop their style, as they seek out their audience that is scattered among nations and even across years and generations, as they wait wait wait for some fucking collection of tasteless and brainless Suits called a Publisher to mistakenly hire that one person who has the ability and taste and brains to recognize the artist’s talent and who is passionate and eager to share it with a busy and otherwise distracted world?

You would equate the seconds it takes to rip a song from a CD into an MP3 file with all the creative work it took to bring that song into existence?

You stupid, stupid, stupid fuck!

It took Ayn Rand — the Bitch Goddess of the Overgarchy — seven years to write The Fountainhead. It took her over ten years to write Atlas Shrugged. And yet you would have had her works go into the public domain during her lifetime?

John Fante — a writer you’ve probably never ever heard of — went out of print during his lifetime. It took the fame of Charles Bukowski — a fellow writer who had been inspired by Fante! — to get Fante’s prior works back in print. But according to you, you talentless motherfucker with a mechanical calculator in place of a human soul, whatever had once been under Copyright after fourteen years would have been fair game for the looters of the Overgarchy to confiscate and to freely use to pay their rent and to fill their bellies while the creator starved on the street! Further, you would have denied Fante’s wife — and eventual widow — her share of the royalties from her husband’s works! She stuck by him through all the hell, believing him to be the great writer it took decades for other people to finally discover (mainly because other fuckheads like you put him out of print for decades — why don’t you conjure an algorithm for what that cost Fante?). To you, such human devotion has no monetary value — which is apparently the only value that matters to your disgusting breed. You bastard.

Philip K. Dick — a writer you might have dimly heard of due to the atrocious movie bastardizations of his works — had to eat horsemeat bought from a pet store to survive early in his career. And once his career began, he had to overclock his brain with drugs to produce enough words to stay off the street. And just before his Hollywood adaptations came out, shortly before his overheated mind finally burned out in a fatal stroke, he had to apply for Food Stamps to feed himself! Yet you, you goddammed son of a slut bitch who should have used a coathanger in her cunt to spare us your birth!, you would have turned Dick’s life into an endless treadmill of poverty as he watched his early works turned over to any tasteless bastard who had the capital to buy a printing press and reprint them without Dick gaining any profit!

Recently an unfortunate man was brought before our courts whose forehead was marked by a rare and strange tattoo: No luck! He bore thus above his eyes the label of his life, like a book its title, and the cross-examination proved that this bizarre inscription was cruelly true. In literary history there are analogous destinies, real damnations — men who bear the words bad luck written in mysterious characters in the sinuous folds of their foreheads. The blind angel of expiation has seized them and whips them with all its might for the edification of others. In vain their lives show talents, virtues, grace; society has a special curse for them, and accuses them of weaknesses that its persecution has engendered. –What did not Hoffmann do to disarm destiny, and what did not Balzac undertake to conjure fortune? –Does there then exist a diabolical Providence which prepares misfortune from the cradle — who, with premeditation throws spiritual and angelic natures into hostile surroundings like martyrs into the circus? Are there then consecrated souls, destined for the altar, condemned to march to death and glory through their own ruins? Will the nightmare of Darkness besiege these rare souls eternally? In vain they struggle, in vain they adapt themselves to the world, to its calculations and tricks; they may perfect prudence, block all exits, pad the windows against the missiles of chance; but the Devil will enter through a key-hole; perfection will be the flaw in their armor, and superlative excellence the germ of their damnation.

The eagle, in order to shatter [their hope],
from the sky’s heights,
On their bare heads, will drop a tortoise,
For they are inevitably destined to perish.

[Theophile Gautier — Tenebres.]

Their destiny is written in their whole being, it shines with a sinister luster in their eyes and in their gestures, it circulates in their arteries with each drop of blood.

Fatal Destinies: The Edgar Poe Essays by Charles Baudelaire, translated by Joan Fiedler Mele, © Copyright 1981. Cross Country Press, pgs. 44-45

And what about Lafcadio Hearn? Ever heard of him, egghead?

[…] If father had lived until I had become a man, I might have been able to look after my parents. In order to accomplish his aim, father had always said that it was not good to bring up children in Japan. But to send three sons abroad and to leave a property for his wife and daughter was a great problem to a man who had no other source of income than a teacher’s salary, royalties from books, and payments for his writings. I have repeatedly heard father’s cry, “Money!” “Money!” “Money!”—which seemed pitiable. “I don’t want money for myself,” he would say. “I only want it for my wife and children.” He always said these things in a touching voice. I can even recall that voice now; it has been stamped upon my ear. Whenever I used to hear father utter these words, in my childish heart I had a premonition that he had not long to live and it used to make me feel sad.
Father and I: Memories of Lafcadio Hearn by Kazuo Koizumi, © Copyright 1935; pgs. 11-12

How about Nerval?

Unfortunately the money he was expecting to receive at Naples did not arrive and with empty pockets he had no choice but to return to Marseilles, where he settled himself in a hotel to live on credit until the money should come through. But on 4 November [1834] he was still waiting and he wrote to his friend, ‘If all else fails … if Paris has been burned in an earthquake or the Bank has been blown up, or Mignotte has committed suicide; you yourself Jehan Duseigneur [his friend] crushed like Don Juan by your own statues, if there is no more money in the world, if there are no more notaries, no more stock-brokers, no more bankers (which I should like but can scarcely hope for), let me know in a letter addressed to Marseilles.’ A week later he wrote to his friends, ‘I hardly dare walk because my boots are splitting … But I have dined well all the time: imagine, I have eaten nothing but macaroni and fruit for a fortnight.’ Eventually the money arrived, and he was able to move on to Agen […]
The Disinherited: The Life of Gerard de Nerval by Benn Sowerby, © Copyright New York University 1974, NYU Press; pg. 35

How many times have you had split boots? How many times have you missed a meal? How many times have you had to live in fear of a landlord’s knock on your door? How much humiliation have you had to suffer from other people as you stood alone backed solely by your own judgment and belief in your own talent?

Bastards like you should have absolutely no say in Copyright law. None! Copyright is meant to protect the rights of creators. Only we have the right to speak about it. Only we can speak about it.

It’s time you fucks started to listen, too!


Why Move Somewhere Else And Take Along Your Cultural Shit?

June 22, 2007

Head-to-toe Muslim veils test tolerance of secular Britain

LONDON: Increasingly, Muslim women in Britain take their children to school and run errands covered head to toe in flowing black gowns that allow only a slit for their eyes.

Like little else, their appearance has unnerved Britons, testing the limits of tolerance in this stridently secular nation. Many veiled women say they are targets of abuse. At the same time, efforts are growing to place legal curbs on the full Muslim veil, known as the niqab.

The past year has seen numerous examples: A lawyer dressed in a niqab was told by an immigration judge that she could not represent a client because, he said, he could not hear her. A teacher wearing a niqab was told by a provincial school to go home. A student who was barred from wearing a niqab took her case to the courts, and lost. In fact, the British education authorities are proposing a ban on the niqab in schools altogether.

David Sexton, a columnist for The Evening Standard, wrote recently that Britain has been “too deferential” toward the veil. “I find such garb, in the context of a London street, first ridiculous and then directly offensive,” he said.

Isn’t the whole point of moving elsewhere to escape where you are from? To have a new way of life?

Too often, tolerance is a veil for evil. It’s a disarming of the native populace and a degradation of the native culture by those who claim to be so sennnnsitive to the feelings of others.

Too bad for the others.

Start being sennnnsitive to your fellow citizens first.

If you want to come to America, you adopt American ways.

If you don’t like American ways, don’t come here. And if you’re already here, leave.


We have enough natives who want to change things in America. We don’t need other people coming here to insult us. Especially when your country of origination is just about on the level of an open cesspool or stuck back in some Age of Superstition.

I’ve seen Muslim women wearing those head-to-toe veils in America. It disgusts me. That kind of garb was never part of this nation’s culture. It in fact represents everything this nation was established to escape. America was meant to be a nation for the future.

I’ll never tolerate others coming here to impose their past on us.

Shove your Politcal Correctness. Shove your Multiculturalism.

It’s time to start asserting the right of Cultural Compatibility.

England, get some brains and guts. Kick them out!

Previously in this blog:
They Fuck Up A Logo, Give Their Country To Muslims, And Now Drive Redheads Mad!
The Brits Can’t Do Logos Nor Can They Even Keep Their Nation!
It’s A Broken Swastika!
The Fall Of London Design
Kick. Them. Out. NOW!
And If It Happens…
What’s That Wonderful Scent In The Air? Oh, Frankness! They’ll Hang Him Now.
As Usual, They Get The Future All Wrong
There Is A Righteous Rage (Global Edition)
Pillory Of The Community
Were They High When They Wrote This Shit?
There Is A Righteous Rage
The Homo Fag Queer We All Owe

More Police Abuse Of Power

June 15, 2007

Man Faces 7 Year Sentence Under “Wiretapping Law” For Filming Police
OK for police and government to film and wiretap US citizens though

A man has been charged in Carlisle, Pennsylvania with filming police officers during a routine traffic stop and faces up to seven years in prison for “wiretapping”.

Brian D. Kelly is charged under a state law that bars the intentional interception or recording of anyone’s oral conversation without their consent, reports the Patriot News.

The criminal case relates to the sound, not the pictures, that his camera picked up.

His camera and film were seized by police during the May 24 stop, he said, and he spent 26 hours in Cumberland County Prison until his mother posted her house as security for his $2,500 bail. Police also took film from his pockets that wasn’t related to the traffic stop, he said.

Kelly, just 18 years old, is obviously extremely scared and has apologized profusely for not knowing the law. He has sought the help of the ACLU in the case.

Who the hell are the police supposed to serve? Themselves or us?

I’d fire the police who made the arrest and fire all of those in the current apparatus who think this should be prosecuted.

This is an outrage.

What’s next? Being arrested for videotaping the public appearances of that pack of whores who are running for the 2008 Presidency? Being arrested for videotaping them while they’re off-stage and make a comment they don’t want exposed? (Do you remember that prune-face who appeared in that near-pedophilic Pepsi TV ad, Bob Dole, telling a voter to “Go crawl back under your rock” when the guy dared to complain to him about taxes? Could that be considered “wiretapping” in the future?)

Previously in the blog:
Abuse Of Power Still Lives In New York City

Abuse Of Power Still Lives In New York City

June 5, 2007

Bike Raid on East 6th Street

At first Carnevale took still pictures, then he switched the digital camera into video mode. He approached the plainclothes lieutenant who seemed to be in charge and asked for his name. Carnevale says the officer gave his name, but got annoyed when asked to spell it. “You got my name,” the officer says on the video. “I did you a favor. . . . Now I’m going to lock you up.”

And he did, sending Carnavale to the pokey for 22 hours on a charge of disorderly conduct. The cop also rang up Carole Vale, a nurse who happened by and asked for an explanation. Vale spent 13 hours in a cell, on the same count.

Where’s the accountability of all those who carried out these bullshit arrests? When the two go to court and the charges are dropped, what compensation will there be for the unjustified and illegally lost hours? Will all those in the apparatus of these bullshit arrests themselves be arrested and made to lose hours like those two had to?

This is such utter bullshit. It’s an abuse of power.

In the future, many people will hang.

Because they fucking deserve to.

It will finally be a government of, for and by the people.

Spam King Busted: Just Give Him To Me!

May 31, 2007

‘Spam King’ suspect seized

[…] if he’s found guilty of the fraud, money laundering and identity theft charges in the 35-count indictment, he could spend decades behind bars.

Not good enough.

If this is the guy whose shit was responsible for hijacking this desktop PC, causing me to have to spend a straight week of 12-hour days regaining control from its covert spamming activities, just give him to me.

I will save our government a lot of money.

Litvinenko Is Not Forgotten Here

May 22, 2007

Spy Murder Charge ‘Politically Motivated’
Former KGB agent Andrei Lugovoi has dismissed as “politically motivated” Britain’s claim that he murdered fellow spy Alexander Litvinenko.

“I did not kill Litvinenko, have nothing to do with his death and can prove with facts my distrust of the so-called evidence collected by Britain’s justice system,” he told the Russian-owned Itar-Tass news agency.

Lugovoi will be charged if he can be extradited from Russia.

The Crown Prosecution Service (CPS) has said it will ask for him to be returned to the UK.

At a news conference, Director of Public Prosecutions Sir Ken Macdonald said: “I have today concluded that the evidence given to us by the police is sufficient to charge Andrei Lugovoi with the murder of Mr Litvinenko by deliberate poisoning.

Previously in this blog:
“The bastards got me, but they won’t get everybody.”
“…but they won’t get everybody.”

Hey, Mickey Mouse Will Lobby For It!

May 21, 2007

Arguing For Infinite Copyright… Using Copied Ideas And A Near Total Misunderstanding Of Property

Well, well, well. I don’t think we’ve ever had a single story submitted to us more often than Mark Helprin’s opinion piece in the NY Times over the weekend, trying (and failing) to support the idea that copyright deserves to last forever and be passed on from descendant to descendant. Before getting into the details of why he’s wrong (and confused), I should note that it certainly is interesting that just as a new “copyright alliance” has formed to push for stronger copyright laws, we start seeing articles like this one and others pushing the argument for stronger copyright and patent laws to extreme positions. A conspiracy-minded person might suggest that this is no coincidence, and that the best way to get stronger copyright and patent laws passed is to first get people arguing about ridiculously strong laws, and then get them to agree to “lesser” changes that are still much stronger than what we have today.

Previously in this blog:
Disney: Our Terrorist Mouse Is Better Than Their Terrorist Mouse Anyway
More Re: The Tyranny
Tyranny In My Lifetime!
There Had Better Be A Huge Outrage Over This!
Mickey Mouse: A Real Terrorist!