External to enthralling and engrossing eager entertainment-seekers, drama can definitely be draining and dreadful. Plenty of people push for pleasant experiences and prioritize positivity—discouraging and distancing themselves from drama—to promote peacefulness in this pitiful and pitiless place. Still, shocking stories should be shared to show how serious stupidity can get. To all involved, the fucked-up part about all this is, every extravagant effort you’ve exuded to extinguish my excellence is exactly what’s going to elevate me. How irritating are idiots who intend to insult your intelligence? Better yet, how insulting is it for individuals with no intelligence to insist on intending to inform you about something? Let me ramble for a bit. My demons are different because I’m dominant in what I’m doing—disrupting and deconstructing—so dummies don’t know the deal or even how to deal. Please, shut the fuck up or tell the truth! These fuckers are fabricating fake news stories, bullshit that’s actually being broadcasted, to counter my consciousness. Why would y’all be working with the wicked to wound a warrior who’s fighting to make walking the world worthwhile? You’re helping the harmful! But I don’t expect any less from the worthless. Anyhoo, I wonder how many “Will Smith is a wimp” and “Jada prefers a tough thug like Tupac” headlines it took for Will to willfully assault a former friend and iconic comedian, in public and on television, just to regain respect that he never truly lost until he lost his composure. That’s not to mention the abundance of awfully antagonizing and annoying social media content and comments. Consistency can be crazily convincing. And if “the Slap” wasn’t pretended, then it was persuaded by persistent pressurizing and poking. Through their “terrible tactics,” the fuck-ass Feds have tried to trick me into traps too many times to forget. Calling a man’s courage into question could make him feel cowardly, and confrontation and conflict are commonly centered around one’s concern for being seen as a coward. Sometimes, insecurities are internalized through instigation, being influenced by people projecting their warped perceptions of perfection onto you. Where smart people see strength in self-restraint and the ability to stay sane and serene in stressful and scary situations, stupid people see softness in not stressing out and striving to be scary when “shit happens.” In other words, stupidity is standardized among the senseless. So, in theory, if you wanted “colored” people to ceaselessly crash out on and be cold-hearted and cut-throat toward each other, why not make confrontation and conflict a common part of their culture? And to drive them crazy, make them consider everyone who isn’t crazy a coward. Think about it! If being solution-based and sympathetic makes you soft, niggas will never “all just get along.” The plot against peace among people of color causes our plight. And in my opinion, the smartest solution to said plight is to get people of all races to sympathize with it—making comprehensive integrity and inclusion culturally cool for the collective. Moving on, how do you feel about your friends fucking with the Feds while fronting like they’re on some fedora and flower in the lapel “Godfather”-type shit? What’s more embarrassing, being a punk or being a pawn for the people who play all your partners? To boot, what’s worse, losing your latch on the legalities of your laughable and lame attempts to lower my life-expectancy or ignoring how your inhumanity will be interpreted by indignant individuals? Can we all concur that true cowards cheat, connive, and conceal their crookedness while claiming to be of upstanding character? You niggas are whole bitches out here! And you’re being bitches in a culture that curses cowards, in a country that condemns your culture, while working with the cowards who run the country! When this shit is all said and done, remember that I’m one person, working alone, thinking for myself, doing what’s righteous instead of what rescues me from ridicule!
More consternation and concern it is! Rest in peace to Atlanta-based rapper Young Scooter, who allegedly died after severing an artery in his leg while fleeing police in an on-foot pursuit said to be initiated by a fallacious claim made during an emergency call. I once jumped a fence and split my entire right palm open on a barb protruding from the chain links, so I literally know first-hand how sharp those links can be. While I’m on the topic of rap music, shout-out to legendary hip hop duo Smif-N-Wesson, as I’ve had their new single “Medina” on repeat for at least a week now. “Seen me with a gunslinger from the south. But that was a rumor, niggas runnin’ they mouth. Like bitches! I hate a sassy nigga! Look, I went from ashy to classy, nigga! The manicure with no polish. I scare niggas, still astonish.” Some rappers make writing lyrics seem super easy, huh? Is simplicity something that you seek in artistry? I would consider communication itself an art form, making it the basis of things like lyricism, naturally. I bet this clique of candy-ass cowards conclude that their allusive, and illusive, comms are quite clever. Contrarily, I contend that cowardice can’t be cunning ‘cause it’s characteristic of cunts, and pussies are too powerless to produce practical ploys. Giving God a glimpse of this gruesome group of gaping groupies would make him gag. Believing that you can bewitch and beguile while being a bitch and not be beat is a bit baffling to the best of us, and “us” is me. Can you imagine intelligence, maturity, emotional stability, and adaptability being symptoms of a “personality disorder?” It’s funny how inferiority and inadequacy make folks feel foolish, and unfortunately fools make cents out of nonsense. Instead of focusing on not being fired for failing to fulfill the Devil’s fantasies, I figure that first fixating on fleeing the fiery pits of hell is of foremost importance. Don’t you love the look of lackadaisical losers in the morning? Bitch be like, “let me bite Beau before Breakfast.” Deviating a bit, let me wrap this up with a light lesson in reverse psychology. Radical, right-wing rapper Kanye West recently did an interview rocking a black Ku Klux Klan hood and robe. In American culture, the rewording or reclamation of the term nigger—a colloquial phrase used by racists to disparage black people—arguably assuaged the offensiveness of its repetitive use in casual conversations. In a sense, making the racial epithet a regular term of endearment somewhat redefined or altered its history. Granted, “nigga” was likely bigoted blacks’ mispronunciation of “nigger” prompted by their southern accents, and it may not have started out as an endearing rewording, but it ended up that way. Reverse psychology is the practice accomplishing an aim by subtly suggesting that the opposite of your intention is your goal while convincing your subjects of the contrary. If you’re confused, reverse psychology would probably work on you. Think about it like this, racism exists because some simpletons see skin color as a source of superiority. And racists have traditional traits and trends, such as politics, personalities, professions, etc. If one wished to redefine what a racist is, or reclaim and revise the republican party, they may result to infiltrating the ranks of racists. What if a racist is just someone who doesn’t have a diverse friend group yet? What if a republican is only a traditionalist who wants to see a thriving economy, unbroken families, and legal citizenship for everyone who wants it? What if history is merely memories, many of which may not be worth mentioning? What if you’ve always been wrong about what you thought was right? If people knew how smart they’re not, they’d understand how stupid they should never be. Peace.