Remember, “the algorithm” didn’t bring you here, so it’s not why you keep coming back! There are dutiful devotees who dedicate their days to distributing demanded products and services meant ensure everyone is entertained. Whether it’s providing platforms to showcase performances from entertainers, developing games and toys, producing films and television shows, building parks and other attractions, or maintaining anything that keeps people engaged and gives them something to pass time, there’s plenty of shit for people to do other than worry about what everyone else is doing. So, why in the devil is it so damn difficult for dummies to mind their own fuckin’ business?! That’s just some food for thought, and I may dish more details on the topic later in the post. So, in the insidious imbeciles’ inability to infuriate me, they’re insinuating that my lack of instability indicates that I’m “emotionless.” I guess I’m supposed to be crying, crashing out, crazily confused, and/or close to concluding my own life—like the rest of the Feds’ victims. Again, it would be goofy of you to give these good-for-nothing gaslighters grace, as all they do is deceive and depress. From here forward, whenever you see words underlined, they are links to “receipts”—click them to open the links. According to the coroner, my late sister passed away on the night of January 19, 2022. Earlier that month, on the 7th, the paperwork on my current residence was finalized. Around that time, if you’d searched my address and visited any of the real estate websites, you would have seen “sold on January 7, 2022.” However, to fuck with my head, the Feds had that date changed to January 19—the day of my sister’s death! Now, why the fuck would they do that? On January 20, 2022, I drove 2 hours toward Atlanta from my house and sold my 2012 Dodge Challenger to a young black woman named “Destiny.” From there, I rode with my mom and her husband to get my mom’s driver’s license renewed at the DDS. Afterwards, my mom told me that my sister hadn’t been answering the phone, so I called my sister’s phone, and she indeed didn’t pick up. We went to her house, where she’d been renting one side of a duplex from a couple who owned it—they lived in a house next door—and that’s when we found her body. As I’ve mentioned, the Feds are fond of freaky “coincidences.” I confirmed my meeting with the Challenger’s buyer on the morning of January 19, around 8am. Again, my sister passed later that night. Because she was a female, I met “Destiny” at a police station. Once more, hip hop’s favorite podcaster is (allegedly) working with the Feds, and he recently name an episode “Meet Me at the Police Station.” Why? In April of 2022, I received a weird reply to a comment that I’d left on a video about Drake’s beef with Pusha T. The reply stated, “if you publicly cried about anything, I’d absolutely make fun of you.” As far as I know, the reply wasn’t pertinent to my comment or the context of the video. Coincidentally, I made the call to “911” after discovering my sister’s body, and needless to say, I was distraught—crying uncontrollably in public. Among the doppelgangers that the Feds push to my timeline, there are several lookalikes of my relatives. Coincidentally again, this guy who vaguely favors a paternal relative has a similar story about people getting “pleasure” from seeing him “in pain” as he was “crying in public” after his daughter (allegedly) nearly passed away. Don’t forget, when you see the underlined words, those are links. When we found my sister’s body, her eyes were open, and they’d turned black. Coincidentally yet again, one of the tarot readers posted this picture showing black eyes, claiming that it denotes the attachment of a “dark entity.” Y’all, I swear to your God, these people got me FUCKED UP! It gets worse…