I published the previous post at precisely 2:04pm on November 26, 2025. According to FBI director Kashyap Pramod Patel, at “approximately 2:15pm,” two military members were sadly shot in downtown D.C. In this clip, a perturbed Patel promises to pursue justice as it’s a “matter of pride.” Pride is one of the “Seven Deadly Sins,” which I briefly discussed in an explanation of evil enemies in said previous post. Additionally, the dutiful director divulged that the active agents at the FBI would work with their “interagency partners,” stating that the particular partners are “to include the Department of Homeland Security, Secret Service, ATF, DEA.” Seemingly, the CIA was explicitly excluded from the list. Later, the identified suspect, an alleged angry Afghan named Rahmanullah Lakanwal, was linked to a CIA-back military unit, according to several reputable sources. Lastly, in the same clip, Kash called the critically shot soldiers “brave warriors,” insinuating that true heroes have honor and serve the corrupt country, after I’d mentioned my warrior-like wrath in the aforementioned previous post. Do you know who could confirm the not so coincidental allusive assertions in the conspirators’ communications? The CIA! I believe that the CIA and FBI are beefing, I’ve sustained this specific suspicion for some time, and I think that the severity and subsequent suppression of this sad and sadistic situation—the big Beau blowout—is forcing the feud to flare. Y’all, I ain’t even started yet! To repeat, like I’ve said several times, the Feds have a live feed of my keyboard strokes and they’re mirroring my laptop’s screen as I write, so they knew what I was writing about before I published the previous post. Moving on, rest in peace to the TikTok talk of the town, “Marquay the Goat,” who was apparently an Atlantan. I’d never heard of the handsome, happy-go-lucky guy, but I opened the Facebook app to browse Marketplace and saw this sad, seemingly subliminal post of Marquay posing with the peace sign alongside his mom. What’s more, a battle rapper named Young X passed after the previous post, which referenced rappers with alliterative appellatives, so may he rest in peace as well. Coincidence or conspiracy? Or is the conspiracy comprised of contrived coincidences? Once again, desensitization will destroy decency and discernment. If you don’t know what to do, don’t pray. Praying is primarily for procrastinators and people without patience, in my opinion. I prefer proactivity, persistence, and telling the truth. I won’t preach to pathetic people who’re part of a pitiful plot planned by the punk-ass police and pusillanimous pricks with pretended power to end my evolutionary era. But I ain’t goin’ out like a sucker, just know that! Censorship and cancel culture, or condemnation from communication, can constrict consciousness. Prim and proper people perceptibly feel pretty pressured to evade easily enraged egomaniacs’ emotions. Personally, I don’t give a fuck! Still, I’m a straight shooter who stays silent to save stupid motherfuckers from being shot, by me. I leave all that arguing and idiotically illustrating intense interior inferiority sensitivities induced by insecurities to the bitch-ass niggas. And a bunch of niggas is bitches! Being smart and secure, I see de-escalation as a discerning decision when drastic times could turn tragic. Hypocrites hardly help heedless heathens heal from heavy or hard circumstances because we all rightfully refuse to respect those who talk the talk without walking the walk. What I’m saying is, I’ve let a slew of shit slide—deliberate disrespect that deserved reciprocation of the dummies’ discourtesy and disregard—so I could say with appropriateness and authenticity that it’s foolish to mirror or match a fool’s flippancy and forgo your future or freedom to show said frivolous bitch that they’re a bitch. I’m sure somebody needed to hear that. Besides, there’s brainier ways than barbarianism to beat a bitch down. Anyhoo, do y’all think this crazy collaborative conspiracy crew is the first time offensive objectors have necessitated the assembly of an audience and allies to avoid being eliminated or embarrassed by me—by myself? Is it my intelligence that intimidates y’all? I don’t really care, to be real. Just know that soon…
Omniscience