Donald Trump, Jr. (allegedly), the Feds finished your father’s friend to fuck with him. Charlie Kirk was a casualty of the cringe-worthy cowardice and corruption of the country’s most crooked cops. Democrats are too docile to dedicate dollars to destruction, or to delegate a dummy to dish out a death, or to even bring themselves to break the rules to correct corruption. And pontificating politicians like the prissy and petty Jasmine Crockett (allegedly) are propped up and popularized to promote the pettiness of politics because the theatrics keeps everyone engaged and is emblematic of the eager and exciting forever fight for freedom. Regardless of the reason, only a fool would want to fight forever. Too many of y’all talk too much and tackle too little! What do democrats do to discourage, deter, or deconstruct corruption in this country? Rosario Dawson’s senator ex spoke for 25 hours straight and ain’t said shit, and didn’t do diddly in desperately demonstrating his dedication to distracting himself from the fact that his efforts are futile. Fuck the rules! Stupid motherfuckers, you were selected to set shit straight—to regulate, reform, and recreate. Why are y’all so worried about working things out the wrong way? Like I said, “weird, weak, and worthless!” Fuck y’all, fuck your feelings, and fuck your futile fights. For the record, a lot of y’all ain’t smart. And that means I’m smarter than y’all. It’s why I make more sense, have more sense, and sense more senselessness. Your judicial jobs, government gigs, political positions, network news spots, etc. don’t mean shit to me, personally. As from what I see, y’all don’t stand for squat, you’re stupid as fuck, and you’re serving the sadistic Satanists. Nicole Wallace and Rachel Maddow (allegedly), y’all know what I’m talkin’ ‘bout, huh? Again, way back in the day, when I was blogging on Blogspot, some stealing shyster swiped my stories about Donald Trump and education versus intelligence, and they ended up on MSNBC. That was approximately a decade ago, and either Brian Williams or Lawrence O’Donnell (allegedly) verbalized my verbiage almost verbatim. Now, here we are in 2025, and Chris Hayes (allegedly) has taken my talks, too. I heard that shit, Chris. Also, Ego Nwodim (allegedly), whether you knew you were dissing me or not, I heard that, too. What’s more, girl, you fine! Additionally, Tasha Smith (allegedly), what’s good, girl?! Just so everyone knows, I’m far from a fool and centuries from crazy. These people are playing with me, and it’s not a joke—light-years from a laughing matter. Plainly, the punk-ass police have not only played a part in playing with my psyche, but they’ve planned and participated in the premature perishing of plenty of people. These diabolical demons are doing the Devil’s deeds dead in the faces of the fearful. And I suppose that I’m supposed to be scared or something, which is not only implied and inferred by the subliminal slights and allusive attacks administered by the Feds’ own tarot readers and celebrity co-conspirators, but is additionally asserted by the angry and antagonistic actions of the assholes in authority. News flash, you numbnuts are nuts, and it’s noticeable. But like the beautiful broad with the bob told the big, bald-headed bitch, “…all these niggas around here might be scared of you, but I’m not!” Man… why is it taking so long for y’all to kill your motherfuckin’ selves? I have no sympathy for the sinister, no empathy for the evil, no compassion for the corrupt, no love for the lying, no help for the hateful, no forgiveness for the foolish, and no pity for the pathetic. Once more, fuck y’all! If you’re wondering why the wait, it’s because I’m not in a rush to ruin your lives like you’re trying to ruin mine. What’s done in the dark must come to light eventually, right? I want y’all to enjoy your lives as you know them while they last. No, I’ll never threaten violence—especially not with CIA cameras in my crib, FBI faggots following me to and fro, and while brandishing a bigger brain than you bitches. And all that acting as if I’ve claimed that you’re banned from Atlanta shit is goofy, principally when you p-words know that everyone is privy to the point that you’ve proudly partnered up with the punk-ass police. See, that was nice, wasn’t it? Because I could have called you pussies “pussies,” but I put “p-words” to be polite. Still, soon…
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