Y’all know that peeving part in many movies where an obviously ominous occurrence is mere moments away, and all attentive audiences can wonder is why in this war-ridden, wildly wicked, wasteful, worsening world stupid assholes aren’t minding the simple signs? Well, this is that! Evil Earthlings, with your sad, sadistic, stupid asses, this is already happening! It was always already happening! Do you understand that you don’t understand? A few published posts ago, I reminded regular readers that, “Stocks, stores, stories, superstars, social media, etc.”, are all basically branches adamantly attached to the massive, manufactured money tree that is “big business.” Imagine the astronomical acquisitions that could come from the scariest scandal in human history! Why would the world’s most successful streaming service—knowing that I’ve regularly, repetitively referenced my belief that those funny-acting folks are factually forever fucked—merge and inherit a “beef” between Beau Amoureux (me), and a group of evil, envious, easily egged-on, eager early-morning enemies? Wait, does big business believe that banking on Beau’s big bombshells will put plenty pennies in the planet’s plumpest pockets? Man… FUCK Y’ALL, KILL YOUR MOTHERFUCKIN’ SELVES, AND I HOPE ALL Y’ALL FUCKIN’ DIE! Moving on, Kash Patel, resigning right now may seem sort of premature and pessimistic, but wise ones only wait once. Coincidentally, some silent scandals surrounding things that were inevitably going to get goofies got, well, got goofies got. In other words, the country’s most crooked cops continuously create cover-ups that will convert from covert to overt once the truth’s told. Your Honor, there are things that these petty, puerile, pathetic people—who’re probably presently praying for peace—have done to me that they definitely don’t want anyone to know. There’s silly stuff and serious shit, clear crimes and covert cover-ups, that big business believes they’re obligated to own. So, to the co-conspiring, commonplace content creators who’re well-known witnesses, and to celebrity co-conspirators who’re probably currently calling your attorneys and “accountability partners,” here’s today’s top queued query, “What would you do-oo-oo, for a Klondike bar?!” Some of y’all will get that later, others won’t. Anyhoo, how’s all that life, love, and light out there? Y’all ain’t out there fakin’ the funk, are you? “I… was going under water, with three dollars and six dimes. Yeah, you may laugh, ‘cause you did not do your math.” How many of y’all know what that means? It’s super simple, translation, “I’m down bad, and it’s getting way worse, but I have six bad bitches willing to stay on this sinking ship with me, just because I’m me.” Now, that could mean many things. It could mean that the sinking person could possibly pimp out those “six dimes” and make more money. It could mean that real loyalty lasts through thick and thin. It could mean that the potential pimp is so selfish that they’d drag six dumb damsels down with them just for the fuck of it. This is why some say “perception is reality,” because interpretation is individualized. Essentially, everybody embodies their experiences. Your Honor, I accept that this Earth-shattering experience is part of my life’s journey, but I don’t respect anyone associated with this crazy conspiracy. Unfortunately, people that I’ve previously respected refuse to come clean, and I’m sure they’ll really regret how this ruins their reputations and relationships. But liberty and justice are promises that I promise to have hateful humans hold up, Your Honor. Because where’s the honor in dishonor? Yes, childish cowards, that’s a sarcastic and satirical one, are you catching on? Trust me, my patience is probably proof of praising people’s prayers being answered, because this won’t end well for so many people. People who prey on passivity and powerlessness, people who’re proudly petty and puerile, people who don’t practice what they preach, people who probably put pleasure before patience, pathetic people, politicians, “powerful” people, popular podcasters, pontificating personalities, the punk-ass police, etc. I mean, Jesus Christ, it’s almost like I’m being constantly crucified just for carrying the crown. So, soon…
Omniscience