Whether we’re ready or reluctant to recognize reality, war is good for getting great goals accomplished. Renee Nicole Macklin Good, may she rest in peace, was apparently a compassionate creative writer and passionate poet—coincidentally comparable to me—and an alleged activist against all bad actors. Minneapolis, Minnesota is a city named alliteratively by sharing first letters with its state. After watching various videos detailing the disturbing death of a mother trying to thwart terrorism that’s tearing down her town, logic leads me to believe that this tragedy is just another tale of the tender tyrants taunting Americans as hostility in the homeland heightens as a result of recurrent ridiculousness. As sad and scary as it sounds, some people just need to fuckin’ die! History holds true that those who live by the sword must die by it, right? Look at it this way, if living long is contingent on eliminating enemies in battles, and the only way to win a war is by being better at sadly and scarily shortening lives, what’s the world to do? Boxing, a consensual combat sport, has been heralded as the “sweet science of violence” seemingly since its inception. Humans are inherently hateful, and that hatred makes violence vital. Again, you’re naughty by nature. Do you know why? I’ll keep it simple, okay. First, folks feel like fighting for whatever matters to them is honorable and signifies strength. Second, what matters to motherfuckers varies vastly. Politics is a “pick a side” method of making meaningful matters messy. By the same token, division derives from differences in outlooks and opinions that drive people apart. Entitlement is essentially what wars are based on. If retards reckon they reserve the right to regulate whatever they reject, and if the rejected refuses to retaliate, ridiculousness becomes recurrent until the regulators are regulated. Like I said, miserable, meddlesome motherfuckers are the evilest eternal enemy and the most entitled people on the planet. “Hey, I want to meddle in matters that make me mad and make motherfuckers miserable! Who’s with me?” Doesn’t that sound petty and puerile? Anyhoo, I wonder when the drunken duo recorded their latest episode? If I were y’all, I wouldn’t want to be. I wasn’t going to get into this, but fuck it! Remember, the conspiracy against my consciousness is comprised of clearly contrived coincidences. In this clip, Drea Nicole (a host) and Kayla Nicole (a guest)—who obviously share middle names—tell that they were also both born in 1991, coincidentally. Also coincidentally, in light-heartedly listing other names commonly chosen for children in the ‘90s, they noted “Renee.” Renee Nicole Good was 37 years old when sickeningly shot in “self-defense,” making her an ‘80s baby, but that diminutive detail doesn’t discourage me from pointing out the predictable pattern of podcasters who’re partnered up with a terroristic third party making a mockery of mysteriousness in this crazy conspiracy. The significance is in the provably, painstakingly predetermined dialogue in plenty of popular podcasts regularly referring to recurrent ridiculousness carried out by the country’s most crooked cops and their conspiratorial commanders. For the record, I’m not promoting these podcasts, as the allusive attacks and subliminal slights aren’t normally noticeable to anyone but me, but providing proof to support my sanity makes sense—at least to me. Y’all, I ain’t even highlighted half of half of the shit coming out in court! Once more, you’re fucked, but if it’s still fun and feels good for you, fuck yourselves to your hearts’ content. Moving on, quasi-rehabilitated rapper, no, “growth” ain’t a “pause!” In fact, grown males gathering in groups to gossip and make fun of freedom of expression seems sort of suspect, doesn’t it? How often are you thinking about gay shit if everything another males says seems sexually suggestive to you? How confident can you be in your masculinity if words fuel your fire to fight? Do y’all know what a man is, or do you have an idea of masculinity popularized by your peers—people who’re perpetually problemed by misconceptions and misunderstandings? The fact is, stupid motherfuckers don’t know shit! And the stupider a motherfucker is, the deeper their delusion drags them away from realization and rightness. A lot of you niggas live like you’re reenacting a rap song or hood movie or some shit, it’s pathetic! Peer pressure and injurious influences finger-fucking while gripping the gonads of guys with grey hair and/or grandkids is wild! But don’t worry, I’ll share a solid solution to stupidity. Soon…
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