Merry Christmas, motherfuckers! Tradition tends to take a toll after life-long letdown and frustratingly fighting to fit unrealistic, idiotic ideals that offer more stress than satisfaction. Portraying picture-perfectness on a pathetic planet full of phony people playing the part of persons free of flaws while professing that perfection is impossible is a time-honored tradition. Yes, you read that right. Folks feel like faking and fibbing then only telling therapists the truth makes more sense than simple sincerity and straightforwardness. How many highly honest humans do you know? Like I said, lots of liars lie to protect their mental health. Judgement, jealousy, and jokingly jabbing at sensitive subjects in insistent insensitive instances of hatred happen daily. Personally, I think it’s prudent to protect your psychological health by any means necessary, because hating yourself ain’t healthy. Miserable, meddlesome motherfuckers are mainly mentally unhealthy, which is why the salty, sour, stroppy, sorry sacks of shit spend so much time spreading misery. A lot of y’all should just fuckin’ die, but I digress. And Happy Holidays to everyone who chooses to circumvent Christians’ celebratory choices. Speaking of choices, decisions, decisions! Deliberate dumb decisions are destined to destroy dummies. Dave Chappelle, are you embarrassed enough? Yasin Bey and Talib Kweli can’t be proud of their pal purportedly, proverbially pussy popping for profit. The irony is, spreading your booty cheeks to be seen clearly was supposed to be just a joke. These are sad, sadistic times we’re living in. While the tender tyrants’ teams of terrorists work day in and day out to take me down—digging for dirt, fabricating false narratives, stealing my stories, turning allies against me, drudging to drive me into derangement, etc.—I’m still “chillin’.” Your honor, again, candidly communicating my concerns is a catharsis for me. As I’ve stated, the endlessly evil eternal enemy evades detection with deception. Nobody was supposed to know for a fact that the federal government precipitates perpetual pressurization to provoke people and promote psychosis through psychological torture. And I’m sharing so much publicly because the conspiracy to confine or cut out my consciousness consists of casualties conceivably caused by the country’s most crooked cops and their conspiratorial commanders. Nonsense without consequence normalizes it, and I won’t stand for that! Moving on, Nicki Minaj, aka “BBL Bandit,” aka “Bubble Butt Barb,” aka “Rap’s Recent Republican,” aka “MAGA Minaj,” aka another New Yorker who’s normally not very nice, are you okay? I’m sure that super stardom, like tradition, takes a toll. I haven’t paid much attention to the exact reason you’re trending, but the Ted Talk-style “Turning Point” speech is bringing backlash, bigly. Fortunately for you, a whole heap of hip hop’s heaviest hitters are about to be exposed for working with “whitey,” cooperating and collaborating with “cracker-ass crackers,” joining “the jakes,” parleying with “the po-po,” and so on and so forth. There are more successful so-called sellouts than stout standouts in black culture, they’re just too ashamed to admit it. During disagreeable disturbances, dissociation distinguishes the dignified from the prideful. Pride, pettiness, and puerility are the traditional traits of happiness haters, and such crazed cretins crucified Christ for creating conditions that cultivated contentment. Weak-ass weirdos perceive peace as periods of weakness, as they’re constantly concerned about being conquered or controlled, which is why they feel that fighting forever signifies strength—despite their weakness fueling their worry. Get the fuck out of here! And again, I don’t research other people’s perspectives—I’m smarter than you and I think for myself! Listen, Kevin Samuels hailed himself as a “high value man” and a relationship guru, yet he wasn’t the most masculine male, wasn’t married, and died after having a heart attack while accompanied by a salacious sex worker. That’s a human in a nutshell—disrespectfully delusional! Your money can’t make your mind like mine, motherfuckers! To put it plainly, I’m more important than most of you can imagine, and I understand that because comprehensive comprehension comes with colossal consciousness. Y’all will never know anything about that, but I’ll give you a good glimpse. Soon…
Omniscience