One time, I went to Walmart to request a refund for a ruined item that the store regularly refuses to return. As I was speaking to someone sensible, some stupid-ass, sour bitch on the staff was steadily interrupting—stating that the store wouldn’t refund or return the item. I ignored the instigating idiot and asked to speak with a supervisor. As I waited, the whining woman continued to claim that the request would be rightfully rejected—per the policy. I talked to the top decision-maker at the time—a salaried supervisory smarty—who didn’t hesitate to hand over my hard-earned cash. Of course, the bothersome, babbling, bullshitting bitch, who was sure that the store would spurn the solution I sought, had no choice but to hush and hold the “L.” That’s a human for you, and it’s the type of downright delusional dummy I think of when wondering why these weak-ass weirdos and their wonky workers believe that they can’t be beat. Nothing lasts forever! Power can be purged, people perish, positions are pulled, and the punk-ass police are pea-brained pussies. If you can’t tell, ain’t shit you can tell me, and my mind is made up! And in my mind, many of you motherfuckers should meet your maker. Again, there’s no doubt in my mighty mind that many massacres and mass murderers are manufactured by malicious and malign men messing with and manipulating malleable minds. The tender tyrants are toiling tag me as a terrorist, and to put me on the news as a nuisance to the nation, but nah. Every agent, acolyte, and antagonistic asshole aligned with this atrocity and abomination has aided in an attempt to anger me to a point of violence and vitriol. The vitriol is verifiable, but it’s valid considering the circumstances. Venting is very therapeutic, ask your therapist. And though I sometimes feel like I’m veering toward the verge of violence, I have a world worth of willpower. Still, my will ain’t everybody’s. Did you notice that I talked about God and days later some devilish dude decided to devastate and decimate decent churchgoers? Coincidences can’t come this commonly, right? The country’s most crooked cops cropped out Charlie to paint a picture—what we interpret isn’t important. Seeing straight and staying solid seems to get you shunned by stupid motherfuckers. If I’m real, and real recognizes real, where’s the rest of us? All of your favorite rappers, the self-proclaimed “realest” and rarest niggas around, have taken turns tap-dancing for the tender tyrants while trying to trample on my thoughts and trigger me. T.I., Killer Mike, Ludacris, and Jermaine Dupri (allegedly) are among the artists and actors assigned to assert the assholes in authority’s aversion to my attitude and aim. Again, adamantly addressing these allusive attacks is supposed to make it seem like my sanity is slipping, but forwarding facts to folks who’re familiar with the orchestration of an overt operation to cover up a crazy conspiracy only solidifies my sanity. For the record, (allegedly) Joe Budden and the cast of “The Joe Budden Podcast,” Charlamagne and the hosts of “The Breakfast Club,” the cast and crew of “New Rory and Mal,” the anchors at MSNBC, the Feds’ tarot readers, and my ridiculous relatives are closest to the conspiracy. The devil is in the details, and not everybody encompassing the effort to eliminate my excellence started the shit that the sadistic Satanists are slaving to sustain by involving an infinite amount of idiots. Where “the more, the merrier” makes some situations run smoother, trying to stump spectators with a slew of simple-minded sycophants who’re serving a sinful and sinister purpose shrinks your chances of success with each additional stooge. These people have careers to continue and reputations that they really want to remain respectable, right? Well, that’s why I’m working on something to let the world know how wicked these “witches and warlocks” are! Remember, these posts are more for education than entertainment. These folks ain’t my friends, the Feds are fighting for me to fear them, and I don’t fuck with none of these fools. I’ll never shake your hands or smile in your faces! Like I said, it’s fuck y’all for life! And soon…
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