FBI, who the fuck are y’all fooling? Charlie Kirk, may he rest in peace, was killed on cue. And in my opinion, it’s no coincidence that Charlie Kirk and Coloradoan kids suffered from shootings simultaneously. Personally, if the problem isn’t personal, I can dislike, disagree with, and disapprove of people without wishing them the worst. As a dissenting disruptor, I recognize and respect others’ refusal to acquiesce and align with anything that they object to or oppose—even if I’m at odds with their opinions. Americans have the right to be as stupid as they want, and their fellow Americans are free to spurn said stupidity. Does that mean that villainous voices should be victims of violence? Well, the law is against assassinations—even if the country’s most crooked cops are complicit in the crime. Again, Mr. President, the Feds aren’t your friend! Now, let’s play “no shit, Sherlock,” shall we? Charlie was shot as soon as he submitted a statement about senseless shootings. The questioner should be questioned, as it’s unlikely that was unintentional. Then, there’s the short clip that was seemingly shot by a student where the camera conveniently zooms in concert with the cue. Additionally, in that same clip, there’s a gentleman ostensibly gesturing behind Kirk—shaking his arm and adjusting his sleeve—right before Kirk was killed. In pointing out the obvious, I’d be remiss if I neglected to note that the punk-ass police have puppets and pawns that create, convey, and condemn the cops’ own conspiracies. Just ask Jaguar Wright, Charlamagne, Joe Budden, and Katt Williams (allegedly). That means the tender tyrants tell on themselves to taunt and tease their targets and the masses. So, any elaborate explanations that you experience expressing exactly what happened after these egregiously evil events—especially an elucidation of a clear creepy and crazy conspiracy—could be the Feds fucking with you. And it’s because, from the bitch-ass badge boys’ point of view, what the fuck are we gon’ do, right? But remember, these horrible humans are horribly human, they’re just too delusional to discern it. People are miserable as a motherfucker out there, everybody’s a victim, and hatred and hostility are at an all-time high. As pissed as the present predicament that the punk-ass police have placed me in makes me, I haven’t pushed my problem onto anyone else. And because of that, as every little step I take is under surveillance, the sadistic Satanists are saying—through their tarot readers and celebrity co-conspirators—that I portray “multiple personalities.” Just as a reminder, killing your motherfuckin’ selves is a sure shot way to save your souls from the scolding of your so-called superior savior, as suicide is supposed to send you straight to Satan. My emotional intelligence, self-control, situational awareness, and problem-solving skills go along with my passion, persistence, tenacity, and toughness—I’m massively multidimensional. Struggling to psychoanalyze someone who’s smarter and more straightforward than you is stupid, but whatever. I was raised around reprehensible ridiculousness that I revolted, so I retracted from it. I’ve studied stupidity since I was small so I wouldn’t succumb to it. If you know or know of a child who is distant and doesn’t say much, that doesn’t always mean they’re depressed or depraved, it could be because they boast a big brain and they don’t want to be bothered with a bunch of bullshit. Anyhoo, how many of you simple-minded simpletons are ready to be sued? And I ain’t settling for shit! I didn’t watch that cringe and clownish Cardi B. (allegedly) court case, but I’m sure the country’s most crooked cops cut a check for the rotund rump rapper to subliminally slight and allusively attack me in her reactions and responses. I don’t know what makes these people think I give a fuck about them, but whatever. Like I said, it’s a fact that this foolishness and fuckery from the Feds ain’t got shit to do with acclimating me to attention or familiarizing me with fame, and everything to do with extreme efforts to eliminate me and my enormously impactful influence. None of the niggas that they’ve tapped to copy and clone my consciousness and coolness can be me, as they’re not a threat to tender tyrants’ tyrannical reign. Who am I, you ask? Well, soon…
Omniscience