“You’ve made your bed, now lie in it!” “If you don’t want to do the time, don’t do the crime.” “What goes around, comes around.” “Karma’s a bitch!” “God don’t like ugly.” In a sense, consequences are a continuation or completion of a creation. Once again, y’all did this to yourselves. Anyhoo, imagine me being open to my oppressors offering advice on how to obliterate them. Like, why the fuck would I allow my adversaries to advise me on anything? Y’all, they trusted that their terrible tactics would trap me in turmoil that would take me to a tragic end. Too bad the tales that were told weren’t the truth, huh? Nah, y’all should seriously deep-six the “730,” or “5150” if you’re a westerner, who suggested that my days were numbered. The Feds’ tantalizing tarot readers, who troll and torment targets by triggering their traumas, take a lot of my talking points in efforts to encourage me with my own fucking words. How, homies? Of course, their dialogue is determined by the day’s “download,” as the Feds forward their fuck-shit formed around fact and fiction, but the hope they fail to sell is hardly ever helpful. Think about that. Honestly, do I come across as someone who needs advice? There ain’t shit that a stupid motherfucker can tell me, and I apologize to all assholes for always approaching animosity and antagonism gentlemanly and with grace. How often do you come to realize that you have someone fucked up? Folks with fragile egos face feelings of fear frequently. They’re afraid of appearing as weak as they are, so they substitute stupidity for strength—inaccurately assuming that anger is akin to assertiveness and appropriate audacity. I don’t have that problem because I’m not insecure or mentally and morally incapacitated. A lot of the objectors who’re offended by my opposition to oppression often obsequiously follow orders. So, seeing someone (me) satisfied with solitude and self-reliance seems like a slight to them, as they suppose sycophantic serving is standard and supportable. “What you lookin’ at? You’re all a bunch of assholes! You know why? You don’t have the guts to be what you wanna be! You need people like me! You need people like me so you can point your fuckin’ fingers and say ‘that’s the bad guy!’ So, what that make you? Good?! You’re not good. You just know how to hide—how to lie. Me, I don’t have that problem. Me, I always tell the truth… even when I lie.” There’s nothing that y’all can do or say to break me. I don’t give a fuck about a broad, a “bag,” or a battalion of bitches. Success is what I seek. You know what, scratch that “bag” part—show me the money! Do you know how I know y’all stupid as fuck? It’s because all of your “blackmail” material is linked to crimes that I played no part in. How the fuck are you going to scare me with shit that’ll set the record straight? Spectators, your suspicions should be substantiated by the observable similarities in my statements and the stories that the subjects of my scolding share. In other words, the Feds’ flunkies are responding to my rhetoric through random references in regular reactions to the news. And I promise, I’m not crazy—that’s just the way these tactics are designed. To reword it again, they mix in messages meant for me with news that makes the media. Please, pay attention to the patterns. I’m determined to drag these dummies to their final destination. You’re not hearing the word blackmail so much for no reason. And if you aren’t new here, you know that I mentioned menaces mocking me with meaningless threats of blackmail through scripted tarot readings weeks ago. What can I do other than tell the truth? I think Tony Montana would respect my refusal to take this level of disrespect lightly. And all this hate kind of makes me feel like the world is mine. Remember who rejected who and realize that you’re the reason y’all cry so much. It could all be so simple…
Omniscience