A failsafe is a fool-proof plan predicated on preventing predictable problems by addressing all anticipated setbacks before they can occur, or finding fixes for foreseeable future faux pas in advance. Y’all, the punk-ass police planned the psychological war against my colossal consciousness many moons before the bitches’ blood began to boil as a result of their collapse in confidence caused by failure. Harsh humiliation attempts haven’t humbled me because hatefulness fuels my fire to extinguish idiots inflamed with inimical and indecent intentions. The problem paining the people who perceive their piss-poor performance as part of larger plot is, their predictable patterns prevented their success. Stupid motherfuckers, you’re stupid! And like I said, conspirators and co-conspirators, you’re not clever—you’re childish cowards! These unlikable, unlikely to learn losers and lowlifes have tried and tested me in ways that are sure to seal their fates. You’re fucked, but if it’s still fun and feels good for you, fuck yourselves to your hearts’ content. Daym Drops, aka “Chubby Chewer,” aka “Big Biter,” aka “Meat Muncher,” aka “Cuisine Connoisseur,” and so on is a yum-yum-loving YouTuber who pioneered food reviews. And obviously, Daym also answers to an alliterative name. In the cover-up of the conspiracy against, again, my colossal consciousness, the country’s most crooked cops called on countless celebrities and commonplace content creators to crazily take a crack at convincing me that I’m crazy. Yes, I’ve said that time and time again. But think about it, adamant allusive attacks alone are enough to enrage anyone, right? Imagine imagining that regularly and repetitively referencing someone with antagonism and animosity without noting their name to elude evidential exposure shouldn’t be seen as something deliberately done to disturb or derange them. Get the fuck out of here! There’s nothing encouraging or exciting about strangers speaking on sensitive subjects and sharing your secrets in secrecy—but publicly—then having miserable, meddlesome motherfuckers mix lies with the truth to manipulate their minions into thinking they’re standing for something substantial. If I’m wrong, what’s a measly motor-mouth’s motivation for hurling hatred but hiding it? Once more, none of this nonsense makes sense! Anyhoo, back to the predictable patterns. In the previous post, I asserted that anyone angered by my action of exposing their collaboration and cooperation with the goofy-ass government should “call me to court” if they deem my deeds defamatory. Yesterday, in a seemingly scripted skit, Daym Drops told that he took a tray from Arby’s as he felt entitled to something extra after steadily spending so much money for “the meats.” In his rambunctious rant, rambling about refusing to return the tray, in this clip, Daym said, “Take me to court, Arby’s!” Repeating for resonance, the significance here is in the preponderance of popular people perpetuating the punk-ass police’s predictable pattern of repeating my remarks or stating something similar to what I’ve said shortly after I publish posts. Additionally, the regular reenactment of things transpiring in my life—stories stolen as I’m stalked and surveilled—are meant to make me mad or manic. So, if I haven’t committed suicide, haven’t crashed out, haven’t been put into the psych ward, and I’m exposing everything that the endlessly evil enemy is doing eloquently and with minimal effort, what’s the plan now? For the record, other than a number of network news anchors, peculiar politicians, podcasters I’ve pointed out, certain celebrities, and my ridiculous relatives, not all participants are privy to the particulars of the punk-ass police’s plans. Daym Drops was likely contacted by federal agents acting as YouTube executives, or YouTube executives acting alongside federal agents, who made the scripted skit sound harmless or helpful. And the bitch-ass badge boys are banking on the bombardment of bullshit causing confusion instead of indicating intentional attempts to cover up this conspiracy, which are consequently corroborating my claims of such a cover-up. Still, don’t get it fucked up, Daym Drops ain’t one of the bald-headed bitches that I’ve been clipping up and calling out for years—he’s just another potential witness to wickedness. What’s more, the main motherfuckers mix and mingle often, so there’s no excuses for them—they know exactly what the allusive attacks and subliminal slights are meant to do. The world ain’t a comedy club, and neither is a courtroom. Where the trifling tray theft was agreeably fun and funny, others laugh and make light of serious, sad, and sadistic shit that they know is meant to madden me! Remember, this shit is happening to me in real life and as I swipe and scroll on all social media platforms, so there are no coincidences—just constant and consistent conspiring. Education is everything, as manipulation maims minds. If you didn’t discern that your deliberate dishonesty was designed to drive me into derangement, you’re dumb. And soon…
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