Trigger warning! I don’t give a fuck, and it’s absolutely made apparent by my adamant antagonism toward all agents, acolytes, and affected actors who’re apathetic to fierce freedom fighting. People pursuing popularity without personal platforms stick to social media commonly because it’s crude and convenient. And I created my own website because I care to keep complete control of my creativity and content. Here, I can confidently converse about how I crave to convince the cowardly country’s most crooked cops and their cruel and callous cohorts to kill them motherfuckin’ selves—so as to make the planet a more peaceful and pleasant place—without worrying about being flagged for freely expressing myself or banned for being bold. Do you know how I know humans are stupid as fuck? It’s because they should just know better. Why do I have to keep stressing to the sadistic Satanists and their sycophants that suicide is a satisfactory way to save oneself from the searing sensation of ineradicable inadequacy and inferiority? It’s probably because they’re stuck on stupid, huh? You hate me because I hate how hateful you are, and because you’re having the hardest time you’ve ever had humiliating me until I hate myself as much as you hate me for being so hard to humble. But if you killed your motherfuckin’ selves, you wouldn’t have to worry about the worst case scenario working in my favor and laying waste to the wicked witching and wizardry you’ve done to wipe out my wisdom. Do you know why all demonic, deceitful, disturbed directors and delegates deserve death? It’s because dirtiness is next to devilishness, and your God gave you the capability to come clean to sanitize your soul—to save yourself from Satan’s sullying. Choosing to circumvent cleansing your conscience and claiming your comeback clarifies your devotion to the Devil. If the truth is to set you free, a lie is to confine you to the Devil’s domination. If I believed in God, which I don’t and never will, I wouldn’t want to walk in worship while wrapped in wrongness. Why do I, as an atheist, have more audacity to disdain devilishness than your deity’s most diehard devotees? Anyhoo, allow me to lighten up the mood. I recently recognized that the term “Ratlanta” was trending as a result of some Atlanta-based rappers refusing to reserve rightness for the wrong reasons. Simply, self-preservation is striving to sustain success. If stupid niggas are liable to lead one to lose success, why preserve stupid niggas’ success at killing one’s own possibility for preservation? If you can tell the truth to sustain your success and dodge degradation, why the fuck would you keep quiet to prevent the preservation of your prosperity? Man… fuck niggas! The way stupid people think will never make sense, and it’s because stupid people are stupid. Like I said, I’m snitching on every fuckin’ body! Like (allegedly) Fat Joe, Jadakiss, Method Man, and Redman for following the fuck-ass Feds’ instructions. Either I’m the most influential “nobody” in black culture or the bitch-ass badge boys are trying their best to block me from becoming it! Start snitchin’, sustain snitchin’, promote snitchin’, preserve snitchin’, like snitchin’, love snitchin’, and live longer by snitchin’! Wack 100 (allegedly), the snitch of all snitches, tell these people what you know about the punk-ass police’s pitiful plot against my prophetic prominence. If you’re going to tell on anybody, why not the country’s most crooked cops? Wack, what’s worse, a cop or a crip? Speaking of crips, Snoop recently said something about same-sex relationships, and I don’t care to research his remarks, but condemning children’s curiosity can cause catastrophic confusion and character flaws. In reality, love isn’t restricted by ridiculous rules. People have the power to love whomever they like—as long as it’s consensual. Why would anyone wise ever wish for their loved ones to hate love for any reason? So, a man killing a man is cool, but a man loving a man is crazy? Niggas, please! Get the fuck out of here! Humans, your perspectives aren’t nearly as pivotal as your popularity or pompousness may suggest. Personally, I don’t give a fuck about none of y’all. And if you’re wondering how deep my disregard for dummies goes, soon…
Omniscience