Northern Mockingbird: Profile of a Plagiarist
This bird doesn’t sing—it commits grand theft melody with a clear conscience.
It swipes arias from frogs, riffs from rival birds, and even Hot Cross Buns from that kid two streets over who’s been torturing a recorder since March.
At dawn, it belts out this musical ransom note as if it spent the night composing in a Paris attic. And you, standing there in your robe, actually applaud.
Because somehow it’s better—better than the frog, the bird, the kid… and yes, even the car alarm.
Plagiarism never sounded so good.
Lately, I’ve been sharing more than just photos—I’ve started telling the stories behind them. Candid half‑truths, fables, and a few wildly exaggerated adventures. And
little parables spun from the everyday life of an old man with a pen and a camera. If that sounds like your kind of fun, I’ve just started a free weekly blog: thegofreedchronicles.substack.com. I’d love to have you along.
Northern Mockingbird: Profile of a Plagiarist
This bird doesn’t sing—it commits grand theft melody with a clear conscience.
It swipes arias from frogs, riffs from rival birds, and even Hot Cross Buns from that kid two streets over who’s been torturing a recorder since March.
At dawn, it belts out this musical ransom note as if it spent the night composing in a Paris attic. And you, standing there in your robe, actually applaud.
Because somehow it’s better—better than the frog, the bird, the kid… and yes, even the car alarm.
Plagiarism never sounded so good.
Lately, I’ve been sharing more than just photos—I’ve started telling the stories behind them. Candid half‑truths, fables, and a few wildly exaggerated adventures. And
little parables spun from the everyday life of an old man with a pen and a camera. If that sounds like your kind of fun, I’ve just started a free weekly blog: thegofreedchronicles.substack.com. I’d love to have you along.