>I am beyond filled with rage. I am going to try and construct something that perhaps conveys a coherent thought.
When you were in school, did you not learn about plajorism? Did you not learn that it wasn’t right? did you not learn that copying someone else’s words was bad? Did you not learn that you have to give credit where credit is due? I did, but recently, I have learned that some people didn’t, or they have chosen to forget that little bit of what they learned in school.
The first place I saw it smacked in my face was on Jill’s blog. Below a lot of her posts is the following sentence: “*** This piece is copyrighted and can be used with permission only. ***” From talking to her, it became clear that she felt it necessary to put that on, because people with no brains were taking her stuff and claiming it as their own! I was surprised, but some people are lazy, and I could see some douchebags doing that.
But today, I learned about a whole new level of douchbaggery. This guy has been stealing the words of a grieving mother and saying they’re his. Then, when he was caught out by the real writer, he took the whole thing down. Then he came back and started taking stuff, changing it ever so slightly so it wasn’t an exact copy, but still capturing the essence of her words, the words that belong to her, the words that reflect her life, ya know, those words.
I’m sorry, but someone who is willing to do that without a second thought is the lowest form of bottom-feeding parasite there is. Hopefully life deals him a hand of cards that allows him to create an original piece about tragedy. Even better, after he writes his original piece, I hope someone steals it, reshapes it and tries to pass it off as his own. That would just make the circle of justice complete.
Then I wonder if someone is copying my stuff, and if I’ll ever find it out there somewhere. Pfff, no, am I high? I don’t write that well that someone would want to copy me. At least I don’t think so.
Damn it, I have no neat way to wrap this up. All I can say is this guy must be incredibly lonely or starved for attention. I hope he enjoyed the bit of attention he got by stealing someone else’s life and beautiful writing.