Ain’t it crazy how conformity makes cowards confident in challenging the courageous? Confused conformists act as if there’s courage in capitulating to control. Once again, there’s a psychology to everything. And if conforming makes you comfortable, it’s commonly because there’s no challenge in following the crowd. Additionally, cooperating or collaborating with said crowd creates a sense of comradery, which makes cowardly conformists conceive those comrades as cavalry for when they’re challenged. On the other hand, rebels realize that we’ll be rejected and ragged for refusing to respect petty relations and the rules, so we’re cool with challenging crowds of cowardly conformists—all alone. This is critical for y’all to comprehend because I want to make it clear that I couldn’t care less about you cretins! Also, y’all best be careful out there, because “them boys” are ‘bout ready to blackout the block since I don’ blew up the spot. And this shit ain’t no motherfuckin’ game! Those tactically tasked with taunting, terrorizing, tailing, tempting, and even talking to me are witnesses—loose ends and liabilities. With that in mind, ask the rapping Yonkers rapper’s son why he was (allegedly) jacking my shit and jabbing at me on that jealous joke’s podcast. When this disastrous travesty didn’t have the desired effect, they tried to tell me to take it easy—as if they told no threats of turmoil and tragedy. And as for the “desired result,” just an itsy-bitsy bit of imagination could amount to an accurate assumption. Surely, there’s stuff that the sadists are ashamed of and stressing over as they strive to stop me from saying something so true that it shocks even them. “Excuse me. Everyone, I have a brief announcement to make. Jesus was black. Ronald Reagan was the devil. And the government is lying about nine-eleven.” A “garden party” is a gathering of social elites, generally held on greenery, meant for gleeful gallivanting and grinning. Picture a house in the Hamptons hosting a hushed hootenanny for haughty heirs, heiresses, and heads of high places. The irony in attempting to interrupt such a party with the imparting of intriguing or important information is, the insouciant attendees that the interrupter intends to inform can often be implicated in the indicated injustices that said attendees have no interest in acknowledging. If you don’t know, I’m referencing the very first episode of the animated series “The Boondocks.” Unfortunately for many of the idiots involved in the injustices that I’m indicating, they wouldn’t be invited to the garden party. While the elites enjoy eateries and entertainment in elegance, the mediocre might be mingling at a measly cookout in the middle of a megalopolis—mean-mugging and being messy. The cookout could be crawling with cops with a quick call, whereas the governor and a gang of decision-makers are guaranteed to grace the garden party and be gracious to its godless group. How hard is it to have you heedless heathens understand the hell you’re headed towards for being hateful and helpless? How does it feel to be humiliated for the horrendous execution of a failed “humiliation ritual?” Well, I guess y’all don’t really know yet, huh? I won’t tell you who “Lady Lecturer” is right now, but click here to see her doppelganger. By the way, if they aren’t tarot readers, then they’re talking-ass religionists. Though pretty, the real “Lady” is too pliant and persuadable to be powerful. However, she’s been piggybacking off my knowledge for a while, and in being so obedient, I bet I could convince her to think for herself. Self-reliance is like security for your soul. Being emotionally and intellectually independent assures that your heart is safe from breaking and your mind is protected from control. Anyhoo, it’s about 5:40am, and I’m about to go to sleep. It seems like consternation and concern will be central to the collective cowards’ consequences…
Omniscience