Y’all, why are the country’s most crooked cops and the crowned coon of the century so covertly and passive-aggressively defensive? According to this clip from the “Club,” it seems like said coon, his crew, and the crooked cops have found a case where the plaintiff filed a civil suit “pro se.” Pro se is Latin for “on one’s own behalf.” I’m just sayin’, y’all acting skills are going to be as legendary as me when this is all said and done—you’ve gotten much better. Remember, in part CCXCIV, I divulged how the devilish donkey absolutely (allegedly) alluded to America’s authoritative assholes’ aggravation with being unaware of whether or not I have attorneys at the ready. And if you’re paying attention, you may be aware of the aforementioned assholes’ acolytes (their famous flunkies) allusively answering to my assertions after each post. Are these contrived conversations coincidences or a crime and a shame? By the way, all my shit is dated, timestamped, and backed up, so any claims of alterations being made after the allusive answering of my assertions will be rightfully refuted. If you would like to be notified immediately after I publish each post, click here to subscribe to my site’s RSS feed. Of course, you’ll need an RSS reader. I’ll set up an email notification widget ASAP. But because there are so many professionals, politicians, and proper authorities peeping in to pick out the punk-ass police’s pretense and propaganda from my percipient perception of their pitiful plot against me, I’m sure they already have the RSS subscription—which is free. Speaking of free, if you’ve donated via PayPal and the payment was processed, please promptly file a chargeback and get your money back, as I’ve already confirmed that the fuck-ass Feds are blocking the transactions—they’re not reaching me. Anyhoo, being human for hopeful haters must be hard, huh? I mean, not only is trying to conceal resentment through ridicule one of the most ridiculous things that I’ve ever experienced, but having strangers repeatedly reference me through redundant redolent remarks—only reinforcing my relevance—isn’t intentional, is it? Can we all agree that all y’all—the idiots involved in this indisputable inequity—are stupid as fuck? Shout-out to Nick Cannon, that beautiful BBW, and all the guests at “We Playin’ Spades” (allegedly), as the Feds figured that finding folks to fuse with the fools who were first to frolic in their fuckery could fix or cover up their fuck-up. For the record, per the punk-ass police’s pitiful plot, I was supposed to commit suicide some time ago, and each individual involved in this indisputable inequity is an instrument of an attempt to induce insanity. Let that marinate on your miniature minds, motherfuckers. Diverging slightly, the tender tyrants are still talking tough through tarot readers and telling on themselves, and that’s about to bite them in the buttocks badly. Basically, the bitch-ass badge boys believe that they’re big and bad, but bad guys are almost always birdbrains, right? It’s a fact that criminals are some of the stupidest people on the planet, and being a lamebrain in law enforcement is about to lose its allure. What are you the most afraid of? Some fears are irrational, but being afraid of losing your life without dying seems really rational, right? What does that mean? Simply put, it means that success ain’t stingy or selfish, prejudice or partial, forever or just for you. Success is satisfaction in the result of one’s efforts. With that in mind, how many of y’all are satisfied with the shit that you started but can’t finish? Was this silly suicide scenario a success? Imagine me being intimidated by anybody who is afraid to even tell the truth. The punk-ass police and their platoon of pussies have taken pusillanimity to a different plateau. Man… when I’m done, you niggas, niggettes, and nondescript nincompoops are DONE! Guess how many moons before “soon”…
Omniscience