The problem with patterns, especially when the petty-ass patterning perpetrators are praying that only the participants are privy to their private plan, is that perpetuation makes them predictable. Y’all, if I were to reveal the most riveting “receipts”—real-life evidence that represents how ridiculous and repugnant this conspiracy is—you’d be repulsed. Moving on momentarily, “well, we all are going to die,” is a quote from sullied senator Joni Ernst, who audaciously asserted the comment during a confrontational conference in communication of her cooperation with coming Medicaid cuts. What’s the point of a superfluity of funds in government? Better yet, why does anyone have a mountain of money that they’ll literally never need to spend? I’ll let you answer those questions for yourself. But if there’s one thing we all know, it’s that gluttony and greed ain’t godly, generous, or good for the greater good. Right now, my ruminative nature is really running my mind in circles. Honestly, I spend a ton of time just trying to tame my tenacity. If y’all only knew what my plans are, at a minimum, you wouldn’t have participated in this pathetic plot to paint me in a distorted frame. And just to prove that I can be nice, I want to send a shout-out to Wallo for being a genuine person, Kash Doll for not feeling the fuckery when she was on a certain Atlanta-based podcast, Melyssa Ford just because she’s such a big fan of mine, and anybody else who isn’t a disrespectful dick-rider, bad-mouthing bandwagoner, lying-ass lamebrain, or hating-ass heathen. How do you deal with dumb shit? Personally, I detach and disregard. I’ve been mature and musing all my life—doubt me if you desire. And for the most part, I’ve kept myself out of messes, and meddling motherfuckers out of my business, since I understood responsibility and consequences. Does that mean I’m perfect? It absolutely doesn’t. But when you’ve been bombarded with as much bullshit as I have, and with much of it being brought about by people who’re traditionally supposed to be supportive, you develop a low tolerance for said bullshit. If you’re triggered or turned off by the truth, this is where you should stop scrolling. For the record, every story that I’ve told about the troubling and tumultuous relationship I had with my prying, presumptuous, pathologically lying aunt is true. And I believe that she was aware of and happily helped in the Feds’ allusive attacks from the beginning—like I mentioned before. Why? It’s because she enjoys being a victim. In fact, I wouldn’t put it past her to make baseless reports to the Feds just because her bored, busybody, boundary-busting behind has been blocked out of my business for years. I don’t blame and shame, I’m simply an advocate for accountability. Own your nosiness and nonsense! What’s more, since the Feds are adamant about annoying me with sneaky slights about my fucked-up family dynamic, I’ll indulge their insensitivity with intelligent insight. Again, my aunt has lied to people about me to my face multiple times. Has that ever happened to you? If so, what was your response? She’s strolled her silly self around and slandered me—suggesting that I’m the opposite of an independent intellectual—for as long as I can remember. I believe that my aunt wanted me to include her in my life more than I was willing to, so she attempted to impose—insinuating that her insistence was intended to intimidate me into including her. Sometimes, I’d allow her to help, even when I didn’t require assistance, just so she’d feel appreciated. Seldom did I actually need a favor. I’ve always given her the benefit of the doubt because I understand psychology, but that doesn’t excuse her pushy proclivities or bossy behavior. Additionally, she experiences manic episodes frequently, which isn’t pleasant to deal with. At this point, I admit that I am aggrieved as an after effect of the unabating annoyance I’ve experienced with my relatives, due to decades of dishonesty, dysfunction, disloyalty, and disrespect. I don’t need closure, sorry. Folks had all my life to grow and mature, and they’ve been grown all my fucking life! With that, what’s done is done…
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