“I’m bringing the metaphysical resources.” Said no one ever and delivered nothing as expected. We live in a time where ideas are easily “traded” without any compensation. That’s the nicest, euphemistic way I can phrase this.
My zetaflex roof was damaged this réveillon and again a few nights ago. Some vandalism related to a political shenanigans that I’m not properly part of besides paying their bills trough my taxes. I’m one of those few “famous” person in the world that only have the downside of it. First someone thew a rock with mud and a few nights ago I heard another loud noise there and now it doesn’t properly close and the rain is leaking. It is the same roof that I was shot trough it near my feet a decade and a half ago. Those sort of vandalism amount a lot, specially when you don’t have an income and now my notebook screen stopped working. Fortunately, I have a PC screen here that I’m using but if I use the notebook keyboard it shuts down. I also have another keyboard here that works but It will be difficult to write my propose using a keyboard that can’t do Portuguese accentuation.
Only the favored survives. Life itself brings naturally all sorts of events that are adverse enough to kill you, if you have people working to undermine all your steps you won’t make it. Years of financial terrorism, psychological and physical torture played its toll and led to this. Death is a very skillful player, even though I’m getting better, it took me two years to start getting better and it only happened in the fever and not in the pain that doesn’t let me sleep or the tiredness of being sick for this long. How will I have enough time to recover if I’m dependent on my parents? I’m not one of the fortunate people that the government and the corporations fix a meaningless job that doesn’t exist and pays extremely well and the person does nothing and even though media companies owe me trillions of dollars worth in material, they don’t value me or they would have already contact me to pay what they are already in debt. Instead, they hire a bunch of crooks and hacks to use my material to produce their garbage.
Modern day public figures are people different than me, they are shielded people without any non-contractual kompromat material, have no thoughts of their own and are good at memorizing and delivering phrases. They are also articulated in a professional phonoaudiologic manner and spend most of their time in gym, tanning and other virtue signaling activities. Their appearance and proficiency are so clear that transmits a confidence that is only backed by how facilitated their lives were to that point, mostly concerned to aesthetic issues and mannerisms without possessing any real credibility besides message intonation. Some of those public figures are non aesthetic or don’t have a clear tone in their voices, those could be useful idiots of some sort, the fake meritocratic tale of some marionette or nepotism. Their credibility can be related to this false idol creation trough glamourising a non existing meritocratic process.
The useful idiot usually have half-truths as arguments or other disingenuous ideas while the hero of the masses usually is a fabrication; The struggle of the hero of the masses come until a point and after that, a group of people took over and facilitate it’s journey so they could exploit the initial and real struggle as a way to pass forward a shady or incomprehensible agenda to the masses trough this public figure. Even though their handlers, most international and national media are incredibly dependent of my work, I’ll never be one of those puppets. I could say that this affirmation is mostly related to vocational and aspirational directions that I choose.
In one movie production is wasted more resources than I will ever use in my entire life, so I have a clear conscious, nothing that I could possible do could waste as many resources. I would also have a clear conscious if I retire, because the amount of money I generated to national industry and the government. I could never receive enough from those industries and the government to repay what is owed to me. Most likely of how I’ll never get my part of the money from Interscope that was sold to Apple in 2014 or how Universal Music Group and Studios is doing the same by re-selling rights, closing minor labels and other practices like the communicate they put online about usage of information. Multi billion dollar corporations that acts like thugs, trying to cover their practices, I’ll never have justice in those cases because I’m just one person and my company is just me and my ideas and those lawyer’s firms are all in bed with those industries protecting their interests over mine.
I’d be glad if I managed to get the government subsidiary to publish my book. I’ll leave this dialogue from the movie “The Seventh Seal”:
Det sjunde inseglet (The seventh seal)
Ingmar Bergman
1957 AB SVENSK FILMINDUSTRI
KNIGHT: Who are you?
DEATH: I am Death.
KNIGHT: Have you come for me?
DEATH: I have been walking by your side for a long time.
KNIGHT: That I know.
DEATH: Are you prepared?
KNIGHT: My body is, but I am not.
DEATH: Well, there is no shame in that.
The KNIGHT has risen to his feet. He shivers. DEATH opens his cloak to place it around the KNIGHT’S shoulders.
KNIGHT: Wait a moment.
DEATH: That’s what they all say. I grant no reprieves.
KNIGHT: You play chess, don’t you?
A gleam of interest kindles in DEATH’S eyes.
DEATH: How did you know that?
KNIGHT: I have seen it in paintings and heard it sung in ballads.
DEATH: Yes, in fact I’m quite a good chess player.
KNIGHT: But you can’t be better than I am.
The KNIGHT rummages in the big black bag which he keeps beside him and takes out a small chessboard. He places it carefully on the ground and begins setting up the pieces.
DEATH: Why do you want to play chess with me?
KNIGHT: I have my reasons.
DEATH: That is your privilege.
KNIGHT: The condition is that I may live as long as I hold out against you. If I win, you will release me. Is it agreed?
The KNIGHT holds out his two fists to DEATH, who smiles at him suddenly.
DEATH points to one of the KNIGHT’S hands; it contains a black pawn.
KNIGHT: You drew black!
DEATH: Very appropriate. Don’t you think so?