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Everybody’s Stupid, CCXCII

What in the whole wide world is more vital and versatile than water? It nourishes everything natural—replenishes whatever’s real. Without water, we and the world would wither. Still, too much of it can swallow land and suffocate lungs, so it can stop life like it supplies it. Rest in peace to Malcolm Jamal Warner, who allegedly drowned while on vacation in Costa Rica. And I wouldn’t have suspected that his sudden death was suspicious if I hadn’t saw this spooky video from one of the Feds’ many messy and mischievous messengers. Mind the mentioning of Mr. Bill Cosby as washing waves wag in the background. Of course, Malcolm’s connection to Cosby is as common knowledge as the perverted pill-popper’s prior partnership with Jello pudding. The aforementioned video was uploaded on Sunday, July 20, 2025, which was approximately 19 hours before 4pm on Monday, July 21, 2025 (when I screen-recorded the clip). And the nauseating news of Mr. Warner’s devastating demise was distributed around 2pm on July 21, 2025. Yes, I concealed the channel’s name to make certain that only resourceful readers can find it, as these posts are more for education and evidence than entertainment. If you’re serious about supporting my efforts to stop these sadistic Satanists from succeeding at further suppression and subjugation, say something to somebody smart. Now, let me get back to snitchin’ on niggas. Shout-out to BG, Juvenile, Mannie Fresh, and Master P, who’ve all (allegedly) played a part in the punk-ass police’s pitiful plan to paint me as a person with prominent psychological problems. As if minding my motherfuckin’ business and not giving a fuck about anybody’s opinion as I make history is calamitous to the culture. By the way, I’m not from New Orleans, nor do I have ties with nappy-headed Nola niggas. And for the record, anybody who doesn’t like my discourse and diatribes can dip. Why the fuck are y’all constantly coming back to my shit just to copy me then complain about how cocksure I am? Get the fuck out of here! I swear to y’all God that I don’t give a fuck about none of y’all! And again, this is the stupidest shit that I’ve ever seen in my life. While I’m thinking about it, let me address the actual assholes, again—the meddling, miserable motherfuckers that I’ve mentioned many times and who’re the maddest at my meaningful memorandums. Many idiots envision that they’re empathic or intuitive when they’re really just nosy as fuck with narcissistic tendencies. And being bored while believing that you’re indisputably important brings about prolonged periods of nagging about and nitpicking at shit that ain’t got nothin’ to do with your stupid ass. How often do you run your mouth without knowing what the fuck you’re talking about? Like the bitch-ass badge boys, a bunch of these bozos and birdbrains are bothered because I don’t believe or buy into bullshit—it’s reality over ridiculousness for me. And the most ridiculous shit that I’m regularly reminded of is the idea that a stranger’s suggestions should supersede a person’s positiveness—their actualities and assurances. So, the most insistent insinuation that I’m interpreting from the Feds’ incessant attempts to insult my intelligence is that there’s something that I don’t understand about human behavior. Imagine a stupid motherfucker suggesting that you’re soft because they’ve frequently failed to ruffle your feathers and force you to fly off the handle. It’s sad that weak-ass, stupid-ass motherfuckers believe that lacking self-control, maturity, and emotional intelligence are indications of strong-mindedness. Make that stupid shit make sense! Anyhoo, for the skeptical spectators, the concept of a cover-up is to conceal the culprits’ cruel and callous initial intentions. Theoretically, the more celebrities and casual citizens that the country’s most crooked cops commission, the less sane I seem for stating that I’m currently trapped in chilling conspiracy that’s meant to drive me crazy and coerce me into committing suicide. I see things clearly, and that’s why they fear me. And not too soon…

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