Jasmine Crockett (allegedly), coddling and cooperating with the country’s most crooked cops to corrupt my consciousness can’t constitute a congressional censuring, can it? Because if it can’t, that’s as backwards as the bitch-ass badge boys’ belief that bulldozing, badgering, and brainwashing to bring about bold and barbaric bullying is the best way to beat bullies to the punch. Is persecuting people until they’re pressured into perpetrating a prosecutable crime in the punk-ass police’s job description? The tender tyrants are targeting me because my rhetoric is reminiscent of the words of radical and revolutionary heroes, so they believe they’re acting to interrupt or interfere in an insurrection or the enlightenment of everyone unenlightened. A method of stopping or silencing someone who seeks to set Satanists straight is to spoil their sanity by starting shit, suggesting that the person is psychotic for pointing out problems that people are creating, and continuing to create problems until the person is perceived as crazy. These cowardly crooks and con artists conclude that they’re clever for taking to traditional terrible tactics to take down their targets. But education is evolutionary! Messing with minds and making unlikely subjects the usual suspects is surely suspicious, and plenty of people—past and present—have peeped the predictable patterns. The families and friends of the fallen are going to be furious when they find out, for a full fuckin’ fact, that the Feds find it fun and funny to fuck with folks until they’re triggered into terrorism. And motherfuckers are going to be even madder when their legacies are lost because they love lying and lying about not being liars. Denying dishonesty is definitely the most famous fib. And famous fools who fib factually fancy fallacies and fantasies that put forward the idea of falsehoods and fictions forming the foundational building blocks for bringing in big bucks. In other words, demons and devilish donkeys deem deception and disinformation mandatory to make money—even if it means manipulating the masses and mating up with “the Man.” Anyhoo, it’s obvious that these weak-ass weirdos and their workers spend way too much time worrying about what I’m doing, right? What’s wrong with the world? Well, assuring that success for some is as simple as sitting on their stankin’ asses and saying things that spark controversy and stir up conversations is a serious concern, in my opinion. These people exert as much energy as an elephant eating leaves every day, and many of the goofy goobers have been doing nothing but gossiping and gabbing for decades, but I guess making money talking in circles and copying creativity makes motor-mouths feel major. Shout-out to Dame Dash, an alliteration appellative, as these jesters wouldn’t have jobs to joke about the jobless if people weren’t living their lives for these losers and lowlifes to make a living off speaking on others’ lives. Most of y’all ain’t journalists, anchors, or reporters, you just have opinions. And most of the time, you’re saying stupid shit or stealing sensible statements from smart people—like me. The world could do without the words of wimps and wusses who work for weak-ass weirdos. It’s time to shut the fuck up! Jasmine Crockett’s snapbacks are more popular than her policies and actual accomplishments. She can chump off an opp or objector, but can she take a chunk out of the country’s corruption and create change? If any of you think that I give a fuck about your futures, as you sit and make a fortune while fucking with mine, I feel for you. The truth will be told! Shit, run, retire, request relief from God for the retribution that you’re about to rightfully receive, but recognize that I refuse to relent. Again, I don’t need to be a politician, or podcaster, or part of the punk-ass police, or a perfect person to put y’all in your place. And that destination is your decision. Would you rather be feared or favored by God? Personally, if the entity existed, I picture myself politely prompting the purportedly powerful being to piss of before he gets peed on. Because soon…
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