Ryan Reynolds (allegedly), I’ve been a Mint Mobile member for many moons, and I ain’t mad that you’ve been manipulated into being a helping hand in this so-called secret society’s sacrificial ceremony. But you, Bill Bellamy, Christian Combs, Hitman Holla, Charlie Clips, Loaded Lux, Murda Mook, Billy B, and anyone with an alliteration appellation should surely step up security or simply be watchful and wary. By the way, all these people know who I am, and their secrecy is strategic, the product of paranoia, the result of their refusal to recognize my resilience and resolve, an act of avoidance all together, they’ve been incentivized or intimidated into staying silent, or they’re lying to lessen a legal lashing. The devil’s definitely in the details, but divulging too much could crush my case against the country’s most crooked cops and their Christ-calling conspiratorial commanders. With manipulation and manhandling in mind, Kash and Kermit share several similar functions, but that’s a comical conversation for more casual times. For the record, I put points plainly, explain in easily understandable ways, and regularly repeat remarks because these miserable, meddlesome motherfuckers believe that bombarding me with bullshit will brainwash me. Deliberate denial is deception, but intentionally ignoring warnings will walk you right into an ass whooping. Additionally, the Feds and their flunkies believe that if I spitefully spiel and subsequently spill enough “tea,” they can use my words against me, but their sheer stupidity speaks for itself. Again, what matters more, what you did or what someone said you did? The proof is in the pudding, right? For example, if I said that the pudding was chocolate and covered with chocolate chips in a colorful cup, and you deny the that cup was colorful while claiming that it only had red and white stripes with a blue banner and gold stars, what the fuck are you talking about? Out-in-the-open offensiveness is as objectionable as lying under oath. Sometimes seriousness seems satirical or supplementary to someone’s personal problems—an intensification of their individual indignation—when the witnesses of whatever’s happening can’t conceive the magnitude of the matter. I wonder why MSNBC (a mashup of Microsoft and National Broadcasting Company) nixed their notable name and is currently called MS Now, an acronym for “My Source – News, Opinion, World?” Regardless of the reason in reference to the rename, blood is boiling and butts are busting behind the scenes specifically to suppress the seriousness of this situation—the “big Beau blowout.” There, have fun with that. If you’re tired and torn between telling the truth and suffering in silence, fuck you! Anyhoo, Happy Thanksgiving to everyone external to the endlessly evil events of the eternal enemy, but I hope all conspirators and co-conspirators choke on a cranberry, crouton, candy cane, or cornbread crumb and croak. If you can’t kill your motherfuckin’ selves, just fuckin’ die, and do it for Jesus to justify it. What would Jesus do if he were being crucified for carrying the cross as a consequence for caring to cure his father’s children? If that’s puzzling or paradoxical to you, chiefly if you’re Christian, you don’t understand the Bible. Do you know what the “Seven Deadly Sins” are? Essentially, they’re examples of everything that makes mortal men evil enemies. For instance, greedy guys and gals are good for gathering giant grabs of grub for themselves, leaving hordes of hungry humans—empty-handed enemies—who’re sure to see the sustenance snatchers as satanic sinners who must be eliminated so they can eat. That greed would start a war between the gluttons and the growling guts. Then, guess what, warriors are wildly wrathful—with wrath being another stated sin—but what are the growling guts to do if the gluttons are monopolizing the means of feeding their families? Simply, enemies are inevitable as long as egos exist, and sinning starts shit. What would the world be like without anger, aggression, antipathy, and sheer stupidity? Well, we’ll never know. But what I can good and goddamn well guarantee, is that everyone involved in this indisputable inequity will experience what it’s like to be on the wrong side of a warrior’s wrath. Remember, I’m an abiding atheist, so Hell’s hotness and Heaven’s holiness sound like comparisons between the Emerald City and Kansas to me. And soon…
Omniscience