Kash Patel (allegedly), you and your flaming, flamboyant friends keep fucking up like it feels good or something. Why worry about wetting and wearing out your wives when working as and with weak-ass weirdos is so wonderful, right? Better yet, who needs booty bandits when the bitch-ass badge boys and their bosses are such butt buddies, right? Y’all know I’m right. Man… kill your motherfuckin’ selves, now! For males who’ve managed to make substituting sexes seem super sinful, you’re as submissive and servile as sissies who’re secret sadomasochists. Which one of y’all freaky-ass federal faggots masturbates to my masculinity? The tarot readers told on you months ago, and the mole made Omar Gooding (allegedly) mention it in “Fix Ya Mouth, Pt. 4,” which is why I called him and Cam’ron (allegedly) coons. I have no respect for your fascism, foolishness, and fuckery, and no remorse for being the bearer of your rightful retribution. Anyhoo, if you’re not a buster and you’ve been here for a bit, you may remember me referencing ridiculously animated agents attempting to act inconspicuously in baseball caps, right? For instance, there was the “cute light-skinned chick” at my county’s DDS and the “white woman” eavesdropping behind me at CVS that time I was allegedly caught as my “authentic self” by a doppelganger dressed as “she who shall never be named.” I’m sorry for making you seem so significant, but if my silence hasn’t sufficed in serving as my stance, you were among the first on the “weird, weak, and worthless” witness list—you and your homie. The tender tyrants were toiling to trigger me, so I gave them something that I smartly suggested would suck if it soured, and y’all did what I knew you’d do, thanks. But, getting back to the bitch-ass badge boys’ bitches and butt buddies in the baseball caps, the maniac that killed Kirk maneuvered like the light-skinned lady and the white woman that I mentioned before. They both turned their heads to avoid attention, but as a natural observer with nagging opps who’re national officers, I notice obvious attempts to avoid attention. Y’all, I’ve gone back years and confronted the country’s most crooked cops with countless accounts of their agents and acolytes blowing their covers with conspicuous concealment in obvious operations, but they continue to come with the clownery. Yet, this conspiracy is clearly a circus, so I’ll let the clowns be clowns. Do you know what else is disturbing? It’s the fact that me and the sadly slain Ukrainian refugee, Iryna Zarutska, wear the same glasses. May the beauty rest peacefully. I’ve sported these circular spectacles for so long that—when alluding to me in the astronomical animated series—the artists gave “Beau” from “Rick and Morty” similar shades. Diverging slightly, “Star” (allegedly), I can’t front as if I’m a fan, but I subscribed to your shit after I saw you shouting at Jaguar Wright, and your cooperation with the country’s most crooked cops—like hers (allegedly)—is confusing. What do you stand for, sir? Is it justice or jokers and jesters? Nevertheless, welcome to the list of losers and lowlifes. So, did they get attorneys for all y’all? The problematic thing with plenty of participants practicing the punk-ass police’s predictable patterns is that the preponderance of participants makes the possibility of plausible deniability passing plummet. It’s a lot of y’all lying, and if you think there’s strength in numbers, just wait until sympathizers who’re against Satanism and sheer stupidity see what you’ve stirred up—the shit you’ve started, sustained, and supported. As a leader, especially one who is intelligent and intuitive, those looking to be led take a liking to me. If you’re wondering why I’m not worried, it’s because I’m not weak like y’all, so I don’t falter without someone to follow. I can walk alone, being wary but never weary. And the only reason I’m saying so much is because it shakes up the Satanists, and surges their stupidity. These are endlessly evil egomaniacs who’re easily triggered. And if you can’t tell, these lunatics don’t like to lose. But soon…
Omniscience