Bullshit is bound to go from bothersome to boring if the pattern isn’t broken before the bullshitter’s behavior becomes predictable. Do you know how I know y’all are stupid? It’s because your bullshit has only become boring to the beaten and battered bitches who’ve been sweating blood but barely brushing the barrier of my breaking point as they’ve bored me while failing to bother me, but you believe that the battle is over just because your bullshitters are broken. The truth is, the battle has only just begun! How does being a wholehearted hater really feel? If I had to guess, which I do because I’m not a weak-ass weirdo, I’d imagine that the ineradicable impression of inferiority being imposed by one’s own insecurities must be an impediment to growth and development. And without the change that comes from growing and developing, how can a hater become hated for all the right reasons—like the people they hate? Moving on, the cowards and con artists who’re in charge of this conspiracy should be castrated and cast away, or just filleted and fed to the fishes. But if you like lies and lost lives, let the lifeless live. In the investigation of the imaginably intentionally instigated shooting of soldiers by a supposedly savage sergeant, the shooter’s social media stuff should surely be surveyed. Not the searches and subscriptions specifically, but the things that the possible target took time to watch and listen to thoroughly. Remember, I never searched for the tarot readers or talking religionists that have taken over my timeline to trigger me into tirades or terrorism, the tender tyrants placed them there. Anyhoo, speaking of superstition and spirituality, happy “8/8 Lion’s Gate,” whatever the fuck that means. I don’t even care to Google that, but the good girls and guys of God, gang-stalking, and federal friendships have all mentioned it. And not to bash anyone’s beliefs, but you bitches are barely believable, as you’re a bunch of the best bullshitting, improvising actors and actresses that I’ve ever seen! Y’all, these motor-mouth “masculines” and mothers of men and women, aka motherfuckers, sit and smile while they shuffle cards and make up shit for hours at a time, often daily. Of course, the improvising is in inclusion with the information and instruction that the tender tyrants tell their triggering and trolling tarot readers. How many mass murders and vicious acts of violence with vast impacts do you think have been greenlit and gassed up by grimacing government goofballs? Better yet, how dangerous and detrimental is the idea that fighting the fuck-ass Feds or going against the goofy-ass government is futile or no good? When was the last time you tried to tackle a task that you thought would tear you to and fro? Most people don’t do daunting duties or deeds because they’re discouraged by the mere thought of defeat. And that’s the difference between y’all and me. It’s why some of you have spent so many years speaking and sharing your insignificant, insubstantial suggestions without sustaining the impact and influence that I’ve secured in a short period of time. I’ve never been prouder to be my own person. And if y’all could see yourselves how I see you, you’d be as sick of you as I am. Which begs the question, how much of what’s normal is your fault? Without lashing out with a long list of defects and deficiencies that disqualify the average person—or a normal person—from being faultless in this scenario, it’s simply safe to say that it’s normal to be weak and stupid. If you’re waiting for my energy to shift into a softer or more submissive mode, you’re stupid. If you’re scared to stand against the shit that you’re swearing you’re strongly against, you’re weak. And your volunteering to violate me through vitriol invalidates your voice in matters of virtuousness and valor. If y’all can’t see where this is going, if I don’t fuck with you, the people ain’t gon’ fuck with you. And if you want to test that theory, tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, and let the people decide how they feel. I mean, it’s not like y’all have a choice. You’ll see soon…
Omniscience