Politicians are practically just pissed off social media influencers at this point, as all they do is rant, ramble, and rile their bored bases for attention, affirmation, and applause. Have you ever tried to talk the weather into shifting? Have you ever attempted to persuade the dead to resurrect? Ceaseless conversations about change are pointless—regardless of how powerful the points are. When I ponder on the purpose of politics, I picture politicians possessing the power to pass purposeful policies. Instead, they complain as commonly as common citizens and can’t seem to ever conjure the courage to crack down on corruption. How much of this illusion do you embrace? Everything is made up—from rules to ideas to the different concepts of right and wrong. Politicians are picked to take place of their constituents when critical choices are being made—they are tasked with taking care of the country’s citizens’ concerns. Yet, they often fuck themselves and everyone else by forever fumbling, flopping, and failing to finish fights. So, why are we still looking to them for answers that the don’t have, or to solve problems that they can’t manage, or to fix a system that they aid in keeping broken? The shit that they made up ain’t working, so like I’ve said many times, it’s time to make up some new shit. But I digress. Yes, I’m still watching the Feds’ triggering tarot readers, as the longer the plaguing of my preferred pastime persists, the fresher the harassment claim stays. Also, the flippant and cheeky “Fuck Boys Incorporated” and “Cunts in Action” don’t seem to think that they can be taken down. I’m still stuck on the fact that the Feds are the crème de la crème of criminals and creeps, but they think they’re head honchos and heroes. Again, those witches and warlocks are the worst of the worst—stalkers, harassers, invaders of privacy, murderers, instigators, blackmailers, abusers of power, thieves, liars, etc.—and the most fucked-up part about it is that they get paid to be pieces of shit! Fuck-ass Feds, what motivates y’all to live? You’re not doing anything constructive, creative, caring, or commendable with your lives! You’re destructive and demented, stupid and spiteful, cruel and cowardly, hateful and harsh, irrational and irresponsible, inimical and inhumane, and we all know that I could do this all day. Speaking of “all day,” what type of miserable motherfucker wants to sneakily sit around and spy on “suspects” for a living? All the helpful and honorable shit y’all could be doing, and you’d rather drive people crazy just to justify your disliking, disagreeing, and disapproval of dissenting. For the record, I hate you motherfuckers! Ah, I love that fucking word, and never have I felt it so deeply. Anyhoo, on a lighter note, I was playing Fortnite earlier today—appreciating the autonomy of Americanism and adulthood. And currently, the game features characters and characteristics of Disney’s stupendous Star Wars series. After defeating Darth Vader and acquiring him as a follower, then providing cavalry to Chewbacca and having him join my squad by fighting off Stormtroopers and gaining his loyalty, it reminded me that I only care to conserve main characters in my circle. Now, I was playing solo in Battle Royale and I lost that match, plus those NPCs are hardly ever helpful, but I rejoiced in the reminder nonetheless. Fuck-ass Feds, y’all are mad because ain’t no main characters on your team, huh? It sucks to be you right now, doesn’t it? Y’all did all this—believing that you were isolating an individualist, polluting my personal platform, striving to set me up, craving to cripple my credibility, coaching celebrities and clowns to come against me, etc.—and none of your weak-ass, weird-ass witchcraft and warmongering worked. What’s worse, being a loser or taking a lasting loss? Do you know what separates the men from the maniacs? It’s patience, intelligence, security, resolve, independence, empathy, and comprehension—among other things. Notice that I didn’t mention God…
Omniscience