Some swear that experience and education supersede simple sensibility and sympathy. In that case, what the fuck is a fool fixin’ to tell me about lessons I’ve lived through that they’ve just looked at or listened to? Making difficult decisions is distinctively different from deciding to do dumb shit that makes your life difficult. And I won’t delve deep into this because y’all recognizably ain’t ready for reality. Many messages in movies make magnificent memes, and others seem to stick like a permanent Post-it note on the noggin. In the cultural classic “A Few Good Men,” a controversial colonel being censured in court while craving to rationalize his regrettable response to a sticky situation asserts “You can’t handle the truth!” when confronted for clarity. After self-righteously suggesting that protecting people, living liberally, and upholding the law often requires deceitfulness and disagreeable decisions, the cocky colonel angrily admits to making a choice that complicated circumstances and created a crisis. Knowing that a justification can’t be “just because” to be received respectably, many manipulative motherfuckers mean to make morality a mystery by insinuating that being insulted by honesty—regardless of how offensive and objectionable their truth is—makes a person irrational and unrealistic. For example, the fuck-ass federal agents that many of you mindless minions constantly communicate with likely come to you expressing ersatz empathy for me about a sad, sadistic situation that they’re sustaining, right? And in manipulating your malleable minds, said fuck-ass Feds act as if they’re reluctant to reveal information about me that’s none of your motherfuckin’ business—whether it’s facts or falsehoods—seemingly seeking sympathy from you for me, correct? And in justifying their pettiness and puerility towards me—that’s causing chaos and confusion—the foolish federal fuckers point to everybody’s everyday struggles and how frequently folks fuck with you through incessant insults, recurrent ridiculousness, aggressive arguments, constant criticism, etc., no? If two wrongs don’t make a right, how many rights does it take to make a wrong? Do you know how I know y’all are stupid? It’s because you’re too simple to see how simple shit should be! How the fuck can you help while hindering, empathize while exacerbating, support while stagnating, build while blocking, or lift up while lying down?! Those miserable, meddlesome motherfuckers are lying to y’all! But who gives a fuck? Teyana Taylor, getting a Golden Globe for a movie mildly mocking me, and that I probably won’t watch, is an awesome accomplishment. Additionally, I’m reluctant to reference the beautiful bow hovering your booty, with the ribbons resting on your ravishing, rounded rump, as it seems sort of inappropriate. Girl, you looked good—as always. What am I supposed to believe? For the record, vulnerability has never been a problem for me. But I won’t be weak with you! The fact of the matter is, I’m smarter and stronger than most motherfuckers will ever be, and that’s keeping it simple. Does that make you cringe? Beau don’t break, bitch! Honesty helps heal hurting hearts by clearing clogs caused by constricting closed-mindedness. Do you want the truth? Well, you can’t handle it. However, that’s also all I’ve been giving you—for the most part. Anyhoo, if you’re new here, I’ve stated several times that I’ve never been in a committed relationship because reality has been immensely influential to me. Growing up watching talk shows like “Jerry Springer,” “Maury,” “Ricki Lake,” “Forgive or Forget,” and observing obvious betrayal and bullshit happening around me were eye-opening experiences. Peace and privacy go together like realness and reality. And what the fuck do y’all know about any of those things? So much seems so simple to me, to the point where the country’s cretinous chief conspirators are creating complications to counteract my consciousness. I hope you’re cringing again. I’m fixin’ to sue the fuck out of every fuckin’ body! Not because you’re all so “real” that I’m aggrieved by your authenticity, but because you refuse to recognize reality. In reality, consequences come consequently to consequences. If you believe that allusively attacking and subliminally slighting me is payback for whatever the fuck justification you can justify, consider my persistence payback for your payback. Soon…
Omniscience