Imagine imagining that hiring hypocritical helpers to headline a historic hoax where you’re helping your helpers highlight hypercritical hate speeches against you to manipulate the country’s content consumers isn’t provable. In politics, deliberate distractions require repetitiveness from national noisemakers and viral voices, which network news, tantalizing tabloids, and popular podcasts provide. Incentivizing intrusive individuals and entertainment entities that already bring bank from broadcasting bullshit is as easy as cutting checks for sticking to the script. Lenard “Charlamagne” McKelvey is only one of countless celebrities who’re collaboratively conspiring with federal agencies to mislead the masses. Charlamagne, who I’ve dubbed the “crowned coon of the century,” sycophantically sticks to the scripts signed, sealed, and submitted by the goofy-ass gaslighting government—while claiming that his commentary comes from his chromed-out cranium. Once again, call me to court if I’m being deliberately dishonest to defame your characters. But unfortunately for y’all, I’m not buffing ‘bout big business. What’s more, joking through the cartoonish characterization of conspirators and co-conspirators who’re tirelessly trying to push me into psychosis is a component of my communicative catharsis. Your honor, forcing me into frustration and fury was the fuck-ass Feds’ first resort after failing to frighten me enough to eliminate myself. And every day, I’m allusively attacked and subliminally slighted by everybody’s favorite famous folks. If the Feds and their flunkies’ plan is to squabble over simple semantics and the context of my content in court, the losers will lose—like lives in Lucifer’s hands. I have enough coincidental, circumstantial, and conclusive evidence to end every career clearly connected to this crazy conspiracy! These conspirators murdered Malcom and Martin because they talked too much, and you motor-mouths have martyred yourselves for those murderous motherfuckers?! The concept of a cover-up is to conceal initial intentions and felonious fuck-ups, right? The next question is, how do you conceal crimes by recreating those crazy criminal circumstances regularly and repetitively through similar scenarios shown in scripted skits that you proudly pay for, popularize, and perpetually promote specifically for me to speak on in hopes that the exposure of evil events that you originally orchestrated humiliates me enough to end my own life? In other words, you’re fucked! Invincibility is an impossibility, but you’ve immortalized me by being outrageously obsessed to the pitiful point where you’ve stupidly sacrificed yourselves to prove how powerful you used to be! When folks find out how much money was invested into trying to stop me, they’re going to be shocked and silent. Doubting me is like disbelieving in deities for devout religionists. Y’all ain’t doin’ nothin’ but making me… How much do you believe in yourself? Of course I have insecurities, I’m human. But what I don’t have, is a desire to doubt myself. Your honor, I will never be the same—I’m permanently scarred by the scalding scolding of everyone involved in this indisputable inequity. These assholes have allusively, audaciously asked if I’m “built for the spotlight” as if annoying and alarming unconsented stalking and surveillance should always be accepted by popular people in a country where privacy isn’t a privilege—it’s a constitutional right. And to justify struggling and striving to scare me away from the same “spotlight” that they’re suggesting I’m not built for, they’re spotlighting people who haven’t experienced everything I’ve sadly and sadistically been subjected to and suggesting that those measly motherfuckers have mightier minds than mine. I’m not gon’ tell y’all to get the fuck out of here with this bullshit, because your pettiness and puerility is pushing you to play way too much. By the same token, I won’t implore you to grow the fuck up, because that same pettiness and puerility is the impression of your inexorable immaturity. Instead, I’ll warn you that I’m just warming up, and if your purpose is putting points on the board, you best be prepared to play like your life’s on the line—because it is! And soon…
Omniscience