It never fails to amaze me…
The number of people who think they can take something written by someone long ago and claim it for their own work.A recent example is a one of those so-called self-published works via one of the webs many e-publishing sites. I won’t name names or titles but the book is a hastily (and poorly) edited copy of an old work that is part of the Project Gutenberg collection. I have to wonder how the owners of the e-publishing site could allow such obvious plagiarism, but then again…
… as long as their palms are crossed with gold and they have no liability… SIGH!
Sadly, people do it all the time… with no sense of shame or remorse. They take snippets of other peoples emails or ideas that are posted on the web, change the name and a few words here and there… presto change-o and away they go.
Pardon me while I go loose my lunch.
There is another piece that floats about that people have tried to claim as their own. Fortunately they never get it right. It’s a little ditty my Mothers Grandfather told her… and well…. let me say only that it predates the last Post-World-War generation.
I have no idea who did write it, but it’s a nonsense rhyme that makes more sense than one might think.
Early one morning in the middle of the night,
Two dead boys got up to fight.
Back to back they faced each other,
Drew their swords and shot each other.
Two deaf policemen heard the shots,
Came and found the two boys dead.
If you don’t believe this story is true,
Ask the Blind Man,
He saw it too.