So, I was watching this Discovery channel production titled “Moonshiners,” where cameras follow ostensible outlawed offenders of America’s liquor laws, and I wonder how many people perceive that pretend prohibited activity as pukka. By the way, pukka means authentic or genuine. To keep it simple, why the fuck would these so-called moonshiners be making mountains of money from making illegal moonshine in the mountains and miscellaneous areas, while supposedly giving their government names and gregariously going around and giving away all their banned business about how they barrel and bucket bootleg alcohol, with a whole fuckin’ production team proudly parading behind them everywhere they go, and knowing that their actionable actions will be broadly broadcasted? The cast dresses like cartoon characters, meaning they wear the same clothes in damn-near every episode—leading to the likelihood of them filming multiple episodes a day (even as they state that days have passed between scenes). My point is, a little observation and some good sense goes a long way. If you’re paying attention, you can probably tell that I’m pretty much precisely who I’m portraying myself to be. And if you’re paying closer attention, I’m sure that you can see why the sadistic Satanists’ and their satanic squad of submissive and subjugated suckers are seeking to silence and suppress me. For the record, the Feds are fighting tooth and nail to block me from beating them. This isn’t a joke or a game to me, despite my discernible silliness and super sense of humor at times. Why do you think the Joker is so jolly and a jerk as he jokingly justifies and all the “junk” he does? Is it insanity? Perhaps. But it could also be realism. Nah, I’m not about to give y’all a philosophical explanation to copy and claim that your stupid ass conjured through concentration. Still, much like the Joker, everything that y’all are doing and everything that you’ve done justifies my indulging in bringing you all to justice. And like a true villain, I’m giving every last one of y’all my permission to hate me as I hammer you, harpoon your hearts, have your heads hanging heavily, and hand you the hardest and harshest defeat that you’ve ever experienced. Now, that’s a maniacal monologue like a motherfucker, ain’t it? If y’all think you’re getting away with this shit—even after all the disturbing deaths, coincidental crimes, asinine allusions, commissioning of celebrities, and triggering tarot readings—I’m not smarter than a set of stupid motherfuckers. To the punk-ass police, if your team is so tough, why the fuck are y’all talking through tarot readers, thots, and toady Uncle Toms? Y’all are hiding like hoes and hiring hitmen and henchmen to handle your heavy lifting and hard work, but you have the audacity to assert that you’re almighty. Cowardice can’t come from the courageous unless you clowns consider courage cowardly. I mean, if your stupidity is smart to you, anything is possible, right? Even with your reach and all those resources, y’all can’t find somebody who can fuck with me? Just so y’all know, I do whatever the fuck I want, and I don’t do whatever the fuck I don’t want. My apologies to the UPS chick, the CVS chick, and all the agents and acolytes that I’ve curved. I don’t know what they told y’all or showed y’all, or how y’all feel about this, but if I hurt your feelings, it wasn’t intentional—unless you weren’t nice. “I’m a hustler, baby! I just want you to know. It ain’t where I’ve been, but where I’m ‘bout to go.” Hypothetically, let’s say I were to forgive (which is never happening) the Feds and their flunkies for their fuckery and fouled plot to finish me, do you know what would happen? Again, hypothetically, first, the bitch-ass badge boys would lead all these losers and lowlifes to laugh in my face. Then, they’d conclude that I’m crazy for taking psychological torture so seriously. Afterwards, they would swear that this intricate plot to end and erase me was just for fun or a harmless experiment. And, hypothetically, all that would send me on a fuckin’ rampage! Once more, I’m smarter than y’all and y’all got me fucked up. Denial is as dangerous as dancing with the Devil. And soon…
Omniscience