In law, accomplice liability and aiding and abetting statutes allow for all parties involved in an abominable offense, be it directly or indirectly, to be appropriately accused. The court system also seldom requires offenses to be proven beyond all possible doubt, generally making proving one’s guilt beyond “reasonable doubt” sufficient for substantiating said one’s liability in the accused offense. At a minimum, I have been stalked and harassed endlessly, then annoyed and alarmed by perpetrators personally and by proxy. I’ve never given anyone permission to surveil my home, nor have I ever needed supervision or special care. I’m not sharing these stories for entertainment purposes, but for enlightenment and exposure of the Feds and their flunkies’ egregious enmity toward me and my excellence. Additionally, the more wise and woke witnesses I can wrangle, the better. Y’all, why are these clowns trying to take credit for the crimes and craziness of the country’s most crooked cops? The jig is up for the jigaboos who’ve been playing jesters for the government. A person couldn’t pay me to posse up with the punk-ass police. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t loathe laudable law enforcement, but I abhor hypocrites who’re horrifyingly hateful and have no hardcore honor or hankering to uphold the law! To make it clear, I never prayed for or pursued a partnership with petty, puerile, primitive podcasters. I’ve been blogging online since 2015, I started this particular blog in 2018, the first time I noticed the Feds alluding to my writing on YouTube was via a small news conference around April of 2018, and plenty of powerful and popular people knew who I was before bitch-ass niggas began biting my work and begging to be my buddy. In fact, as I’ve mentioned, I only engaged in interaction with imbecilic idiots after the assholes alluded to me again and again. And it’s possible that the sad sacks of shit saddled up with the Feds from the start. What’s more, I’m confident enough to allege that my miserable and meager maternal relatives were aware of and proudly participated in the allusive attacks from the beginning. Is psychological torture implemented through government experimentation the worst thing that’s ever happened to me? I don’t know. Will I ever be the same? Never! To keep up appearances, plenty of the pitiful people involved in this indecent incident are trying to laugh off and lie away their low and lame acts. As a pundit of psychology, I know that I’m someone who is difficult to look down on. And that’s what will ruin this ridiculous raid on my sanity and self-confidence. Runts and retards rule the world. These are weak-minded wusses who wouldn’t feel powerful without the protection of principles and practices that pander to their pusillanimity, many of which they purposely put into place. Diverging slightly, I want y’all to think about something. If this silly situation was for shits and giggles, why have slaphappy simpletons been stuck on sneakily alluding to me and my private life instead of explicitly expressing everything directly? Do you think it’s because these bad-mouthing bozos didn’t want to bring the boisterous and belligerent back-alley bullshit that they’ve been secretly bombarding me with to others’ attention? Think about it. Moving on, I have a theory, and because I’m so popular among the country’s elites and upper-echelon, I’m sure this will make it back to the proper people. I believe there’s a possibility that Luigi Mangione is either a covert operative for the federal government or another victim of “MKUltra” mind control experimentation. If I were his defense team, I’d have experts explore his internet browser history as well as his past YouTube and social media activities. They should check for subjects that he searched in contrast to content that he consumed. If his internet history highlights a significant shift in the type of shit he saw right before his alleged armed assault—especially if he wasn’t subscribed to or searching for the stuff he was seeing—he may have been targeted, brainwashed, and coerced. Unsought tarot readings, religious videos, radical rants, etc. would be clear signs of the Feds’ involvement.
Anew, I am an atheist—irreversibly irreligious. I will never believe in God, I won’t give anyone other than myself the glory for what I’ve accomplished and overcome, and I proudly praise my personal perseverance and potential to be powerful. What makes y’all think you can humble me—even after you’ve hurt yourselves in a hurry to humiliate me? To me, it seems like you’re having a hard time humbling yourselves. For the umpteenth time, fuck all y’all! Is revenge or retribution considered karma if the payback is forced or unnatural? Again, the Feds feel like it’s fine to force folks to fear them as they fear God. And they abuse their authority to carry out cruel and criminal acts that they call karma—suggesting that seeing them as satanic is sinful and those who’re slow to surrender should suffer. Once again, mental illness runs rampant among the world’s rulers. In my opinion, maturity and intelligence go hand in hand. A high level of intelligence is an indication of a person’s innate mental capacity and an advanced level of maturity signifies that a person is highly intelligent. As someone who has always been thoughtful, growing up around grown-ups who viewed growth as gnarly made them discern my distinguished demeanor as disrespectful. My relatives are the type of people who will debase and demean you, then act like the shit never happened instead of apologizing. Do yourselves a favor and stop defending destructiveness and deceit. During disgraceful disputes with my relatives, the guiltiest motherfucker makes sure to mention misadventures first, commonly to curry favor and circumvent being criticized. And because I was regularly the righteous one, motherfuckers would run the stories back and reverse the roles—switching shit up and stating that I was the stupid one in the situation. I despised dysfunction so much that once I was old enough to refuse, I’d forgo family functions because I didn’t like being fake. Afresh, I’ve always been this mature and intelligent because those things are connate and they correlate. Stupid people think intelligence is taught, in the same way that they believe homosexuality is a side effect of trauma or a symptom of “chemical imbalances in the brain.” Do you know how I know y’all are stupid? It’s because you don’t know shit but you think you’re smart! To reiterate, “ignorance is bliss” because being informed and intelligent is an incessant reminder of how hopeless the world is. The more you know, the more you want to learn. And the more knowledge you attain, the less faith you have in humanity. In simple terms, stupid people are steadily more satisfied than smart people because they care less—consequences aren’t critically important to them and circumventing critical circumstances isn’t a priority to them. If you’re stupid, I bet you don’t see what’s wrong with that. Anyhoo, who the fuck wants to have a hard life? Why not avoid stress like it kills people? Sometimes, stupid people see stressful situations as a stepping stone instead of a stone-cold road to mental strain. Tracking and tracing trends and traditions can take a toll, as doing what makes the most sense is seemingly never popular. Though I strive to carefully choose my decisions and keep mistakes at a minimum, curiosity and intelligence go together like cake and ice cream. So, if you want to learn for yourself—even if you’re smart—you’re going to fuck up from time to time. When you’re safe, sagacious, and aren’t known to make disadvantageous, deleterious decisions, being in constant contact with stupid people can make it seem like you’re doing something wrong. When I was young, I’d mock stupid niggas by suggesting that I was stupider than them, but my sarcasm usually went over their heads. Sex was never a big deal to me, to the point where I did it and never felt the need to brag about it. Steering clear of trouble came naturally to me, in a way that made people think I was soft. Working hard without having anything to show for it never made sense to me, so I made money in unconventional ways. You don’t have to be irrational or a rascal to be a rebel. And when everybody else is stupid, being the smart one is insubordinate enough to set you apart. Peace.