Would you guys like to hear what a super sad subliminal slight from the sadistic Satanists sounds like? Click here to catch a clip of Morgyn Wood and Lenard McKelvey (allegedly) performing their daily allusive attack assignment from the country’s most crooked cops, where they insensitively insert an intentional but indirect insult about Malcolm-Jamal Warner’s disturbing death in a report about rip currents and rough weather. Lenard (allegedly), the crowned coon of the century, even doubles down in his devilish duties by highlighting the fact that today would have been Warner’s 55th birthday. Of course, that entire conversation was scripted—down to the imitation indignation. Doubling down on something suspicious as someone who is being accurately accused of fucking with the Feds would be inadvisable for anyone who wasn’t actually fucking with the Feds. By the way, yes, I’m implying that the alleged drowning incident wasn’t an accident. Remember when I pointed out how Charlamagne (allegedly) can be commonly caught reading the country’s most crooked cops’ comments on his computer? Notice how he’s turned away from the computer when he mentions Morgyn’s depressing dialogue and Malcolm’s birthday. Coincidence or conspiracy? Does all of that seem like a stretch to you? Well, in the previous post, I made metaphors about poking, prying, people’s prior problems being posterior to the pain caused by the punk-ass police’s poking and prying, and the bitch-ass badge boys butting in through the backdoor of personal property. That’s all innuendo, obviously. And to counter me calling them out for violating and being violent, and seeming sickeningly “sus,” the fussy federal faggots had Morgyn and Lenard (allegedly) make a half-assed attempt at delivering a hackneyed joke about Uranus, which was after Morgyn purposely pronounced the planet’s name unconventionally. Uranus and “your anus” still sound alike, after all these years, no? Observers, are the patterns appearing predictably for you now? Cops and coons, what are y’all going to do? Will you submit that the show is completely scripted and you’re never sure of your scripts’ sources? Are you going to try that even after I emailed Power 105’s parent company days before Charlamagne was out of the office for an entire week, just for him to come back to work and continue cooning? C’mon, son! Eventually, I’ll clip up some of Charlamagne’s (alleged) inadvertent allusive admissions of my awesomeness from “Brilliant Idiots,” and then the Milk Dud head-ass nigga won’t be able to deny what he’s been deliberately doing for a damn long time. What’s more, I’m sure an ex-CIA agent can attest to the fact that these fuckers are forever faking. But wait, there’s more! Shout-out to battle rapper Coffee Brown, because, girl, damn! Peep the pink and peace signs. I’m just sayin’. Anyhoo, evidently, I have enemies with executive orders who are so envious of me that they could erupt any day now. And that’s funny as fuck. “Self-destruction! You’re headed for self-destruction!” When was the last time you learned a life-changing lesson? There are a lot of losers and lowlifes lurking around me and lollygagging as I level up but they’re learning nothing. And I bet that y’all would love for me to be a letdown and lose luck, huh? Unfortunately for y’all, niggas, niggettes, and nondescript nincompoops, this ain’t no motherfuckin’ luck—it’s life! And even if life was a game, you can’t win them all. That’s the lesson of today—learn to love learning even from your losses. And boy oh boy are you losers about to lose! Do y’all want to see a couple of the trolls that the tender tyrants have teasing me on TikTok? This is “Sanique” and “Natali,” whose videos I’ve been being spammed with for weeks. Not only that, they’ve both said stuff that suggests their shit is sometimes scripted, too. Just so y’all know, I’m putting everybody on blast! Like Rotimi (allegedly), who was one of the Feds’ favorite flunkies when they were forced to start firing up their foiled foul and fucked mission to force me to fold and forfeit my future. Y’all got me fucked up! Soon…
Omniscience