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He's everybody's hero because they won't give him his money, which lets everybody feel better off. He gets to live his whole life without women, without friends, without money so that when he dies they can make a movie out of his suffering and spoiled, comfortable strangers can thrill themselves by pretending they're him as they watch it. He's the only one who has nothing to lose by sharing his true feelings about the evil, corrupt broadcasting system that took his words and put them in the mouths of liars for profit. People love to read his blogs, but they don't want to pay him for his trouble until the broken machine that plundered his work and almost killed him to cover its trail somehow turns around and starts supporting him. And if you want to see a boring documentary, follow him up and down the street as his unjust poverty confines him to a five-block area with a library on one end and a homeless shelter on the other. He's still alive and he still wishes he wasn't. He's Poor Bastard. Wait for stupid, selfish jerks to bring it to you on television after he erases this entry.
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