Personally, this plight posed to play a player is the most pathetic prevented plot I’ve ever seen. And of course, this stupid shit is happening to me because… who knows why? First, there’s petty-ass, puerile podcasters pretending to have magic powers and pull with the punk-ass police, which is pure phooey. Second, the punk-ass police are paying and propositioning passive and pliable people to put on a show—praying to push me into a state of psychosis. Third, I’m probably in place to be one of the most praised prophets in history. Speaking of history, let me go back to fill in some blanks for everyone who’s baffled by the Feds’ bullshit. Now, this is a legal matter, so it’s prudent for me to be picky with the particulars. Attorneys always assert that announcing a lot of details isn’t advisable in accounts where seeking advice from said attorneys is appropriate. The way I see it, a trial is typically two opposing teams taking turns telling their sides of a story. Evidence and excellent arguments are essentially everything needed to evade embarrassment in a courtroom. I’m confident in my ability to convince a cognizant crowd that I’m not a culprit in the chaos and confusion that has been cruelly casted upon me. A lot of lawyers ain’t about that life—they lack the confidence to create compelling arguments when the case isn’t completely clear-cut. But anyhoo, I’ll start with the suppositions that I selected to state so I could see for sure how serious the situation was. I suspected that the Feds were secretly surveilling me since… So, I wasn’t surprised when they started slipping, being sloppy, and showing how stupid they are. Still, when well-known strangers began alluding to aspects of my private life—rudely and ridiculously referencing and recreating stories that I never shared on the blog—I didn’t know exactly how they knew. In theory, because I share so much, stealing stories that I haven’t shared and suggesting that you’re simply responding to what I’ve already revealed is believable to bystanders and the benighted. Again, the petty-ass, puerile podcaster that I’ve pointed out as a primary problem in this predicament was pretending to be psychic—like a psychopath—and playing off his partnership with the punk-ass police. A partnership that only took place to put me in a position to be a pawn in whatever the punk-ass police had planned for me. Y’all, the emotions and experiences that I express here are exact. But even when my assumptions and approximations aren’t accurate, they’re a result of reasoning and rationality. I did not start this shit! And hating on me, hurling hostility and hurtful harangues, ain’t helpful. With that, if you don’t feel like my frustration and fury about being followed, filmed, and fucked with is valid, you’re a fuckin’ fool! Moving on, after I began revealing the Feds’ ridiculous reoccurrences, they started showing me silly-ass tarot readings on YouTube, with many of the readers resembling people from my past and persons linked to me via the blog. Like the podcasters, rappers, and celebrities that I’ve mentioned before, the tarot readers are all being informed and instructed by the Feds, and they too are being told things that I haven’t told, fibs and fabrications conveyed to cast doubt and defame me, and goings-on that are going on in my home—where I live alone. Occasionally, as I’m looking at a live reading, a reader will reference my reactions to their rhetoric. For instance, I once blurted, “what the fuck is the bitch talking about?!,” during a live recording of a funny and farcical tarot reading. And immediately after I exclaimed in excitement, that bitch said, “I know some of you are thinking, ‘WTF is this chick talking about?’.” Evidently, the Feds either livestream the audio from the equipment that they placed in my home to the tarot readers, or an agent is in every livestreaming reader’s ear at all times—providing live updates of my reactions. I promise, I’m not imagining things. And y’all, it gets much deeper…
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