Man… y’all are factually fucked, metaphorically! It’s obviously over for y’all, realistically. For the record, I don’t have any association or affiliation with, or affection for, any federal agencies or their assignees. And under the “color of law,” you cowards, coons, and the crooked cops controlling you are constitutionally criminal. My intelligence and intuition are intrinsic, they weren’t instilled or inherited, and they existed before the endlessly evil enemy consciously chose me to close their chapter. If you want the witnesses to perceive your pitiful plot as a perfect plan, just admit that you’ve taken my toughness, tenacity, thoroughness, and immense intelligence as the perfect properties for putting an end to your propensity for being pathetic and your predatory proclivities. Then, tell AOC and Crockett (allegedly) that they’re ridiculous and replaceable, and that the illumination of their involvement in this inimical incident is an illustration of the dire demand for the furtherance of freedom in a country that they claim to care so much about. This is bigger than you babbling broads, and I’m not sorry. After that, prepare to reap what you’ve sown, to sleep in the bed that you’ve made, to eat the cake that you have, and to feast on the fruits of your labor. Do you know how I know y’all are stupid? Again, it’s because you don’t listen or learn. Even at your advanced ages, you judge books by their covers, take kindness for weakness, and refuse to recognize the rules. As a rebel and revolutionary, I reckon that recognized rules are ripe for refusal, because they’re basically boundaries brought about and bolstered to block the boundlessness that I believe free folks are expected to experience. However, when you hoes and homos hold your hands high, over your hearts, on the Holy Bible, or when handing over your “John Handcock,” you’re hired or honestly elected to honor a higher standard. So, why are you working with these weak-ass weirdos to wipe out my wisdom? The mission to mess with my mind was a major mistake, period. Anyhoo, remember those “random regular-degulars” I referenced when referring to the Feds’ adamant attempts to avert my attention away from the atrocities and abominable actions that are about to abolish their asses? Well, this titillating tough-talker is one of them (allegedly), she’s part of the pink and peace signs posse, she says slick shit that I’m sure is scripted, and now she knows that I’m as serious as the Sun in the Sahara. When livestreaming, these disrespectful ditzes will discuss a designated topic with incentive to insult me, or they’ll say something subliminal as if they’re reading comments but the alleged comments they’re acting to respond to won’t even show in the feed. Again, patterns become predictable when they’re perpetuated. Like I said, Tisa Tells (allegedly) is a constant contributor to the tender tyrants’ troll team. And plenty of petty and puerile podcasters are primary participants in the punk-ass police’s plot to put me in permanent psychosis. Don’t worry, I’ll run the receipts when I’m ready. But rushing to repeatedly allusively attack and subliminally slight me in predictable patterns is pretty pointless, because bullshit becomes blatant with bombardment. I discern that, if you’re a dumb delegate of deceitful doofuses doing the Devil’s deeds dutifully, shit is definitely about to get dark and difficult to deal with. But if you kill your motherfuckin’ selves, you stupid-ass motherfuckers, you won’t have to face the fact—in front of the whole world—that you’re a fucked-up fool with deviant and disturbing desires. I mean, what in deed did you dotty dingbats desire for me to deal with? You wanted the worst for me, a world of worry without wins, right? Too bad I’m too bad! I’m gon’ keep talking shit, stupid. And if anyone watching me write this is feeling froggy, feel free to bring that fury and frustration to my front door. But we all know y’all ain’t gon’ do that—not even if drunk and on drugs. That’s why you’re talking tough through triggering tarot readers, rude regular-degulars, pretentious politicians, and callous celebrities convinced that the cat is confined to the sack. Y’all, these motherfuckers’ mouthpieces are talking like I waiting for permission or on a promise to proceed with reconstructing their realities. I’ve sat and watched y’all waste your time and wreck your lives for a while, learning from your mistakes—gaining education, experience, and evidence. And soon…
Omniscience