External to its domestic definition, the term Big Brother explains an entity that exercises complete control over people’s lives. Essentially, it’s another annotation for autocracy and authoritarianism, but with a little fun and flair. Whether you acknowledge, accept, and appreciate it or not, politics and religion pretty much serve the same purpose. Humans would surely suffer and struggle severely without structure. Then again, strife and stagnation stem from structured systems that thrive on the exploitation of everyone who suffers and struggles without seeking to shatter the systems that endlessly and evilly exercise complete control. Anyhoo, when I saw a sad story stating that former “Big Brother” competition contestant, Atlanta’s Mickey Lee, passed away, it reminded me of all the contrived coincidences of the crazy conspiracy that I’ll continue to communicate about—even after the court case is closed. Do you remember when I referenced the “bald-headed bitch” from the Breakfast Club, asserting that he’s “busting his booty open for Big Brother” by being buyable but always boasting about his blackness? Well, shortly after that, Angela Yee’s big brother sadly succumbed to an aneurysm. Now, and may Mickey’s mournful maker meeting be peaceful, a “Big Brother” contestant has been called to the clouds. For the record, I’m not clout chasing or creating controversy chiefly for content. And if a third party has contacted you offering compensation for your cooperation—especially if you’ve been provided scripts with strictly specified statements, gestures, mannerisms, inflections, etc.—you’re complicit in a criminal conspiracy. Again, repeating for resonance, regularly and repetitively, casualties and “coincidental” catastrophes are common and cause for concern here. All famous folks with alliterative names, such as Holly Holm, Bill Burr, Heather Hunter, Heather Headley, and so on—especially if you’ve been led to laugh and told to take this lightly—should be very vigilant. And apparently, actors, actresses, artists, and popular personalities from the big and small screens who have credits in titles with alliterative appellatives should be wary and watchful. In my opinion, you got to be a stupid motherfucker to be deaf to the blaring bullshit and blind to the blatant buffoonery happening right in front of your faces. It’s almost like y’all don’t give a fuck, right? That, or you’re too cowardly to confront your conscience, come clean, and combat the oppressors objecting to everyone’s evolution. Obviously, I’m the only true tough-minded threat to those with pretended power, because all y’all are too pusillanimous and pliable to present problems to punitive power structures. And just so y’all know, to everybody who has concluded that conspiring against my consciousness was a come-up, I’m getting you the fuck out of here. As pontificating and popping off are probably your primary purposes for pursing popularity, your opinions ain’t gon’ mean nothin’ to nobody when I’m finished with y’all! Which begs the question, how delusional do you discern you are? If for the past, let’s say three years, round the clock, you’ve been instructed in every episode of your popular podcasts and network news shows to say specific shit that you knew was aimed at annoying and alarming an identified individual—which is me. And in that distinctively directed discourse, often brimming with bold and brazen allusive attacks and subliminal slights, you’ve relentlessly replied to my responses to said specifically scripted shit. And if my responses have been in blog posts published on a personal website in my namesake, outside of the social media platforms where your content is hosted. What the fuck do you think you’re going to get away with and how the fuck do you intend to do it? If you don’t get it, I know. In a mad manipulation method, the conspirators and co-conspirators sometimes suggest that they’re recording on the date before the actual recording—lying to mislead the masses—as their replies to my responses and the plagiarism of my posts, in theory, won’t coincide if the dates and times don’t align. For example, if I publish a post on Thursday morning and a podcast episode is being recorded on that Thursday afternoon, the cast will start the episode stating “it’s Wednesday,” then proceed to taking the talking points from my post and sending shots at me. Don’t believe me? Just ask Caucasian comedian Andrew Schulz! Y’all got me fucked up. And soon…
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