Delusion doesn’t do much for haughty and hateful humans’ hardcore hindrances in healing and helping others. In fact, self-deception serves as a stoppage or suppression of advancement and appreciation or apprehension of actualities. That’s just a fancy or fluffed up way to say that people lie to themselves the most, and it stunts their spiritual growth. Not to mention the disgrace that dishonesty delivers and the dejection that derives from disappointment in one’s deliberate decisions after lies are lit up for the likes of judgmental juries. For the record, just in case y’all forgot, nobody taught me shit and I ain’t searching shit—I’m smarter than you and I think for myself. Only be offended if you’re an obstructive objector or a hard-headed hater. Anyhoo, in the previous post, I boasted that the bogus-ass Breakfast Club bitches’ broadcasts are brimming with bullshitting and bland banter that’s basically unnecessary in the culture. Additionally, Lenard McKelvey, Raashaun Casey, Jessica Moore, Loren LoRosa, and their party of producers regularly receive and recite deliberately disturbing, alarming, and annoying allusive attacks against me from foolish federal agencies. For example, I’ve noted how nobody notes my name when trying to trigger me in maliciously mocking my problem with the punk-ass police, their petty and puerile play pals, and the pitiful plot against my psyche. What’s more, I wouldn’t call myself a ladies’ man per se, but I love ladies and some of them like me a lot, yet they aren’t able to announce their support of my steadfastness in this struggle for reasons remarked in the previous post. In response to my regular reaction to this recurrent ridiculousness, in this clip, the Breakfast Club bitches bit bars from a verse of an Atlanta classic, stating, “Ladies, how you doin’? That nigga crazy, girl, don’t say nothin’ to him!” This is what the “allusive attacks” and “subliminal slights” are like—the Feds and their flunkies script spiteful statements surrounded by scenarios similar to the situation they seek to keep secret. And the scolding subliminal slights and antagonistic allusive attacks are undeniably meant to go undetected by outsiders and objective onlookers. Plus, this is a predictable pattern, and it happens habitually, like clockwork, to the point where the receipts are so clear that I can readily return to sender regardless of the policy. That’s a little innuendo for you imbeciles. By the way, if you’re tired of me telling the truth, tell me about it. To boot, to rebuttal my recent reflection of the Breakfast Club bitches repeatedly “lying and laughing about it,” in this clip, DJ Envy stated, “Well, people lie every day, B.” That “Paid in Full” movie reference is reused repetitively among many of the motherfuckers mocking me under the command of the country’s most crooked cops, because it’s a notable nod to being indifferent to injustice, nonchalant and numb to the consequences of one’s own nonsense, and “B” is my first initial. It may seem fun and funny in this instance, like I should be happy because it’s harmless, but that’s by design. Imagine being raped and recorded after drinking countless cups of champagne, and the motherfuckers that raped you and recorded it post pictures with champagne as often as they can—smiling and shit. If you don’t know anything about the rape, of course you wouldn’t see shit wrong with the pictures, right? So, when you’re called to court, and you find out all that you’ve been alluding to, after I told y’all that this shit isn’t a joke, who gives a fuck what happens afterwards?! Jess, if I’m reading you right, you’ve had it with that hell hole. Quitting to manage and maintain your mental health wouldn’t be a mistake. “People are so phony. Nosey ‘cause they’re lonely. Aren’t you sick of the same thang?” Detachment has definitely kept me calm in this chaos and confusion. When something doesn’t serve me, I move on quite quickly. Similarly, when something sticks to me, inspiring intensity and intention, I carry it. And with this torch that I’m toting, with a fire fueled by your fear of my freedom, I’m about to set this whole fuckin’ planet on fire! Soon…
Omniscience