Protesting a president whose been persistently puerile and petty in protest of the puerility and pettiness that he’s perpetually presented with is puerile and petty. And because the president will proceed in the presidency until his term is terminated, let your disgruntled disaffection be a reflection of your refusal to recognize the redundancy of resisting without a resolution. Voting and verifying you were versus the villain before the violence and violations began again would’ve been much more mindful than madly marching following the foreseeable further fall of freedom. And you wonder why the worsening world won’t withstand warring for what’s right. Do you know how I know y’all are stupid? It’s because you let dictators dictate what you do and don’t deserve and only transgress when it’s trendy. In other words, tons of you need to be told when it’s time to tsk-tsk the tender tyrants and their tyrannical terror. In the spirit of the horrifying holiday, “What are you waiting for, huh?! What are you waiting for?!” For the record, my talent for telling the truth and translating my thoughts with effortless eloquence is a precious product of my natural intelligence and is not at all assisted by artificial intelligence—which is a byproduct of bundled and batched human expressions and experiences generated by taking talks and thoughts from actual people and compiling them into concise communications. Like I said, I don’t study or search suppositions or suggestions from others—I think for myself. I know, self-reflection and self-reliance are curious concepts for certain creatures who can’t come to clear conclusions without the comfort of corroboration from collaborative companions—even if the individuals involved aren’t informed. For me, it’s facts over feelings, and a hateful human with prejudices and preferences that contradict correctness can’t corroborate or clarify shit—for me! Therefore, fuck what a fool figures or feels. Please, get your motherfuckin’ minds right and stop spending so much of your stupid-ass time trying to thwart my takeover. I’m real, and I’m really, really good at being smarter than you. Sorry, but I’m not sorry. No, I won’t constrict my confidence to weaken your weak-ass weakness. Nonetheless, let the typos that I leave in some published posts serve as proof that I ain’t perfect either. Again, the punk-ass police’s plan was to push me off my path and prompt people to perceive me as psychotic. Are you tired of me telling the truth? Well, tell the fuckin’ truth! Anyhoo, I was scrolling and swiping on the old “Tiky Tok” last night (hi, Linda), and the disdainful dame Demaris popped up. She was chatting while cooking turkey and things, and it reminded me of the reprehensible remarks that her and her hoe-ass homies have been (allegedly) shamelessly saying. For example, when I went to vote last year, the polling place was packed with the punk-ass police. I mean, these motherfuckers are so incompetent, inept, and inexperienced that it’s inspirational, as I believe that I’d be a better badge boy than whomever the best is. But too bad I ain’t a bitch, right? Continuing, I was being seriously stalked and surveilled as I strutted to submit my support for the crushed candidate, and I felt discontented in discerning that her defeat was odiously ominous. Additionally, I’ve been abidingly annoyed and alarmed by all the allusive attacks, and America’s assholes in authority are aching for an ass whooping. So, needless to say, my mood throughout this trying time ain’t been the best. Do you know what the fuck-ass Feds did? Well, with the weak-ass weirdos, making motherfuckers miserable is the main mission. I’m going be vague so only the violators can verify my very valid claims, but I’ll share a screenshot and say that there were several subliminal slights stated in this episode that validate my voting visit concerns. Like I said, y’all are factually fucked and it’s obviously over for y’all! “I don’t recall” ain’t gon’ get y’all out of this overtly offensive attempt to manipulate the magistrate. Remember, these people “don’t know” me and don’t read my blog, so no harm, no foul, right? Demaris (allegedly), you and your dainty dudes are disturbingly deceitful and don’t seem to give a fuck. So, soon…
Omniscience