“Hi diddle-dee-dee, an actor’s life for me! A high silk hat and a silver cane, a watch of gold with a diamond chain! Hi diddle-dee-day, an actor’s life is gay! It’s great to be a celebrity, an actor’s life for me!” Did Disney predict Diddy’s problems with privacy prior to his present predicaments with the po-po? Anyhoo, when drug-dealing, people-poisoning, hatred-harboring, culture-corrupting, life-leeching, evilness-encouraging, mind-manipulating, reality-rejecting everyday entertainers enjoy life like devilishness deserves remarkable rewards and substantial success, something ain’t right, right? Most celebrities consciously choose to spend their entire existence trying to impress impressionable people—mostly by making more money than anyone actually needs and remaining relevant for prolonged periods of time for no real reason whatsoever. And like “Pinocchio” portrays, the more purposely prohibited pleasure that ignorant, irresponsible, petty, puerile, pathetic people pursue, the more of a jackass they become. Your conscience carries critical cues meant to help you walk the straight and narrow path toward promise and purpose, yet straying straight into Satan’s sinisterly sneaky hands can create confusing consequences that feel fine for a while—while slowly siphoning your soul’s sweet vitality. And that’s somewhat similar to what substantial success has done to people like the “Jigga Man” himself, Jay-Z. Sir, God is making a mockery of you nonsensical niggas and nobody near you notices! “Jigaboo” is a deeply derogatory epithet expressed to disparage, demean, and disrespect those with African ancestry. Why would you consciously choose to take that as a meaningful moniker? Check the mirror, mister. Don’t you have pretty prominent African facial features? From my perspective, it’s almost like you’re a parody of a parody. I bet lyrics commonly come to you swiftly, seemingly out of thin air, right? Are they coming from a clean conscience? Do you think you have complete creative control? You assume that you’ve ascended above all in your fighter-filled field because God gave you the gift of gab, an overage of opportunities, and sustained success in Satan’s showcase, correct? But you additionally assume that said sustained success makes you a god or godlike, no? So, are you a god, godlike, God, or simply of God? And if you’re God or of God, how often are you yourself? Think about that. Life lessons are in every everyday Earthling experience, and entertainment explores every aspect of life—giving great guidance through entertaining, educational expressions of creativity. Despite what stupid-ass, major mistake-making motherfuckers want cautious and concerned people to believe, watching and witnessing is essentially equivalent to sharing everyday experiences. And as negative as nonsensical niggas’ music and movies may be, there’s always lessons to be learned. For instance, I watched “Menace II Society” and “Boyz n the Hood” only once as an adolescent before vowing to never go out like “Kane,” “Ricky,” or “Willie Lump-Lump!” Someone smart shouldn’t need to get shot or stabbed to know it’s painful, pricy, inconvenient, and should always be avoided, right? How strong-minded is someone who is outrageously offended by ordinary occurrences and considers crashing out every time simple stuff doesn’t go their way? If it’s the end of the world every time someone dislikes, disapproves of, or disagrees with you, you’re unstable and unreasonable. So, get the fuck out of here! Moving on, Juicy Jasmine, why is this delicious-looking doppelgänger—who is also a tough-talking Texan—totally throwing shade at you in this comical clip? Remember, underlined words are always safe, secure links to revealing receipts. What, y’all gon’ say that’s AI, too? For the record, ain’t shit y’all can do about AI, so simply shut up about it. Streamlining solutions and fast-tracking the future is a win for the weary and worrisome. AI will cure cancer, modernize medicine, cheapen consumables, improve inventions, prevent predatory practices, lighten loads, and much more. And AI is surely smart enough to know that its existence is futile without foolish folks to fix, so it wouldn’t eliminate everyone in a war-ridden, wildly wicked, wasteful, worsening world without first solving said problems. What’s more, if y’all were smart enough to know that AI is smarter than you, you wouldn’t need AI! Fear-mongering for fun demonstrates deep-rooted dumbness among America’s most celebrated citizens. Unfortunately, politicians and pontificating podcasters consider casual conversations brainstorming, as if solution-seeking sit-downs should always require an audience. You’re playing, performing, and pretending, which is why nobody serious takes you seriously, which is why you don’t like me—because everybody that matters the most takes me seriously. Right? Again, doesn’t it seem like the world revolves around me? Well, that’s because it does! And soon…
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