Senator Jon Ossoff, thanks for the timely and perfectly politically correct response to my email. Your apt acknowledgement of my intense and in-depth inquiry is proof that politicians are privy to the particulars of this pressing predicament. The putrid pong that pervades as the punk-ass police’s predatory, privacy-invading proclivities linger in the lives of the liberated is surely sickening. But unlike this smart statement suggests, I haven’t been subjected to simple snooping and spying though social media and smart phone browsing history stockpiling—I’m being seriously stalked, surveilled, subjugated, and suppressed! And a couple of your colleagues, including Jasmine Crockett and Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez (allegedly), have joined the jokers and jesters in alluding to me and my wonderful writing as opposed to addressing me and it directly—a common theme in the country’s most crooked cops’ crazy and consciously confusing conspiracy. Again, the pokes and puns are never positive—they’re always petty, passive-aggressive, or plainly presumptuous and prying. I mean, am I tripping, or should straight up strangers be suggesting that they can see where I’m sitting in my home? Red-head Rory (allegedly), remember? Saying that there’s something wrong with these weak-ass weirdos and their wonky workers is an understatement. If you’re wondering why I use such colorful and colloquial language when communicating my contempt for these clowns and their circus-like shenanigans, it’s to mitigate the madness in a minor way. Although I’m serious about the shit that I’m saying and the severity of this situation is supreme, assuaging my own anger through picturing these pathetic people as the puerile and pointless pea-brains that they are supports the sustainment of my sanity. Anyhoo, free outrageous Olivia! We all know that’s another nail in the coffin when it’s time to tell that story, so shorty better stay safe. Moving on, click here if you’ve regularly read my reality-based writing, and tell me that the highest heads in Hollywood ain’t trolling the fuck out of me. My heaviest-hitting haters have had the honor of being the first fools who toiled to trigger my temper. And those retards rejoiced at the mere resemblance of a rowdy reaction, but whatever. Stupid niggas have struggled to successfully steal my steez since I started staying to myself. Smarts, stoicism, strength, and staying solid in solitude are choice characteristics. So, do you know what I’ve been doing as dummies who desire to swap destinies with me have been dick-riding? I’ve been giving out reality checks—for free. I’m not a perfect person by any means, and comprehensively comprehending that I’ll be constantly changing as I continue to chase certainties contributes to my confidence. Do I strike you as someone who studies stupid people’s perceptions of me in order to perfect who I am as a person? Personally, I don’t give a fuck about anybody! That’s why I’m an individualist and an independent thinker. So, if you strive to steal some of my sauce, just create your own recipe. Besides, with all the backbiting and bullshitting that you bitch-ass bozos are doing, you could never be me anyway. Walking the world with the wrong ideas will wind up wrecking your world in the worst way. And I refuse to respect anyone who reckons that running around ready to ruin my reputation for right-wing retards is right. We all know that I’m an equal opportunity objector. For example, I support Trump’s so-called stupidity because I’m sure that some of the shit he says and does is out of spite sparked by someone else’s spiteful, scornful, and stupid statements or actions. Ridicule is regularly a reflection of the ridiculousness that those who ridicule reflect. In other words, getting what you give is good get-back, right? Well, tit for tat is tragic at times. It’s clear that the cowardly clowns of the country’s most crooked cops conclude that this conspiracy was constructed on the grounds that my refusal to concede means that I consent to some sort of competition. Mindless motherfuckers, please! I’m a grown-ass man, dog. Go find somebody to play with. Because soon…
Omniscience