So, did I mention that Stephen Colbert has (allegedly) been silly with his shenanigans and a sustained shit stirrer and server in this shit show, too? Where’s the joke in jesters finding joy in deliberately jumbling the thoughts of an innocent, intelligent psychological torture victim? Desperation makes dummies despicable, doesn’t it? I mean, not only am I the talk of the town because they’ve been tapped to take a shot at trapping me in a torturous timeline, but the entire entertainment industry—you inglorious idiots—have all forever fucked themselves for harassing me on film and finding it funny. Shout-out to Angela Rye, Tiffany Cross, Abby Phillip, again Joy Reid, and all the “smart” people who’ve (allegedly) perkily participated in whatever they want to call this weird shit. And no, it hasn’t been just the niggas, as I’ll name more notable and no-name nincompoops in the near future. Squirm, you stupid assholes! The question is, if this shit show was simply just for shits and giggles, why isn’t anyone telling the truth about what they’ve done? Why the fuck are y’all faking and fronting as if you’re forgetful when you’re friends of the Feds—the folks who’ve commissioned you and who you’re aware are focused on fucking with my mind daily? Afresh, to the bitch-ass badge boys, do you know how I know y’all are stupid? It’s because none of this nonsense has gone your way but you still think you can anticipate what will happen next. You’ve inadvertently immortalized me with your intentional incentive to end and erase me. And because I haven’t gone completely crazy, I’m supposed to thank you for tormenting, terrorizing, taunting, and trying to trigger me? I reuse a lot of these words because they should be synonymous with subjugation and suppression. You can’t hide hatred through Hollywood, hoes. That’s like trying to conceal callousness and controversy through Charlamagne (allegedly). Never has a melancholy, melon-headed motherfucker ever made so many mistakes. Like you said, after I said it, if you have something to lose, “act like it,” you devilish donkey! If I weren’t strong-minded with a super sense of humor, all y’all would be suspects of cyber-bullying that led to suicide. How the fuck are y’all aggressively alluding to annoying and alarming information that you acquired through agents, demonstrably acting to antagonize me without mentioning me by name but referencing remarks that I’ve made via my blog concerning your cooperation with the country’s most crooked cops, yet you’re claiming that it’s never been clear to you that the cleverly concocted coup is meant to drive me crazy? Yes, I’ve begged that question before, now go ahead and work on your weak-ass answers for it. We all know that I’m smarter than y’all, and like I said before, there’s no logical explanation for this stupid-ass shit. Even if the fuck-ass Feds were to suggest that I’m some sort of serious criminal who needed to be taught a lesson through horrifying and harmful humiliation and harassment, who the fuck are y’all supposed to be, the Suicide Squad? For the record, I’ll never laugh with you lames, I’m laughing at you. Additionally, I don’t give a fraction of a fuck how many of you losers lose your jobs! It ain’t my fault that I’m not as pliable and pusillanimous as the punk-ass police pitifully predicated I’d be. And shit, if you’re suggesting that I should sacrifice justice for the jesters to keep their jobs because I’m just a nobody blogger, if I ain’t nobody, why the fuck have all these so-called somebodies ruined their lives trying to ruin mine? Whatever the fuck type of game this was, you motherfuckers lost! Readers, remember when everybody was referencing that 100 men versus 1 gorilla scenario? Did you wonder why all the usual suspects commented on it? Metaphorically, I’m the gorilla. And cheaply and cornily complimenting me after all this chaos, confusion, and cooking up of cover-ups ain’t gon’ change my mind. It’s fuck y’all forever! It can’t be too soon, ‘cause that’d be too soon…
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