This post is a little wild and personal—welcome to 2025. So, I started my New Year off with a cleanse. And I’ve cleaned up my timeline by unsubscribing from all y’all goofy-ass, goaltending, good-for-nothing gang-stalkers. Like I said, it ain’t easy being greasy. Just so everyone knows, and so there’s no confusion, I don’t give a fuck about none of y’all! With the exception of “lady lecturer,” who I hope hasn’t been harassed for being associated with me. But for the rest of you, if you’re wondering why you’ve been unable to affect me, that’s why. To everyone uninvolved, the attempts that these measly motherfuckers have made to make me miserable are unmistakably mind-boggling and maddening. I mean, the mere fact that the attempts were made makes me even more sure of myself, as I marvel at my own magnificence. Like I keep saying, the thing about confidence that many people misconstrue is that confident people never have anything to prove. Self-assurance assures that one is sure of themselves without the need for assurances from others. Clearly, you clowns are craving for me to care, but I’m cool. Word on the street is one of your favorite male podcasters has been masturbating to thoughts, images, and/or videos of me. If you’ve heard differently, I am a heterosexual black male, yet I fully support the LGBTQ+ community. What do y’all think I’m afraid of? Admittedly, I have an inkling of imposter syndrome. Also, as I’ve mentioned before, I have an issue with being worshiped, or having people hang on my every word. In life, I have cloaked or concealed my intelligence for several reasons. One, because I’m so analytical and solution-based, I have a tendency to see problems and their potential solutions somewhat subconsciously. And because of that, feeble-minded people frequently feel like I’m condescending to or infantilizing them by making suggestions or being supportive, when I’m not. Two, most people simply aren’t on my level, and I often decide to dumb down my intellect so dummies don’t feel so dumb. Three, petty, pathetic, presumptuous, and patronizing people can pull the piss out of my energy, and I’ve developed the ability to “shut down” the parts of my consciousness that would trigger aggravation or agitation, which subsequently allows me to detach or disconnect from situations while still being present and alert in the moment. Nonetheless, just not giving a fuck is the perfect way to protect yourself from pressurizing predicaments. I’m going to be honest, some of your psychoanalyses are funny, though also comically inaccurate. If this was only about fame and money, I wouldn’t be this big of a deal. My distinctiveness, meaning the differences between me and everyone else, is why y’all are far more energetically invested in me than I am in y’all, and that y’all are in anyone else. Anyhoo, when was the last time you learned a lesson? A common consequence of celebration is casualty and chaos, as this is planet Earth. Last night in New Orleans, a crazed car-driver crashed into a crowd of citizens and caused at least 10 casualties and 35 injuries, while 2 cops were reportedly shot in the aftermath. And that, my friends, is why I don’t fuck with y’all. All those “professional” psychological profiles are phooey, plenty of people are prone to psychosis, and pushing a person to their breaking point is the primary cause of psychos finding pleasure in causing pain. Tons of thankless folks are tired, and torn between taking themselves out and teaching their tormenters are lesson. What do you learn from other people’s lessons? Better yet, is it time for another lesson in proactivity? How many of you leave the house expecting to come home without having experienced any problems? How aware of your surroundings are you? Are you prepared to defend yourself or get the fuck out of dodge if necessary? Do you ever actually prepare or even plan for the worst? I’m not in the house because I’m afraid of anything or anyone, it’s partly because y’all aren’t afraid to be victims. Think about that.
I’m just going to dump some thoughts from here on, so enjoy. A couple days ago, I saw a meme that stated, “despite the cost of living, it’s still popular.” And all the meme did was remind me of how stupid everyone is. Humans are so weak that dictators can claim positions of power, demand that everyone follow their commands, and most humans never even attempt to resist. That’s how I have you all captivated! I made y’all either love or hate me by conquering your minds, hearts, and spirits. And for some of you, regardless of what happens, you will be reminded of me religiously for the rest of your lives. I knew for a fact that the government was watching me back in April of 2018, when I wrote, “a person can only be controlled if they capitulate to dictation.” Following that post, titled “Fuck the Police,” an interview with a law enforcement superior popped up in my recommendations on YouTube, where he asserted something like, “they can’t do that, because that would be capitulation to dictation.” Coincidence? I think not! Right before I moved to my current residence, I was talking about how I wanted an all-brick house with a garage located somewhere in a small town, and this motherfucker just miraculously appeared for sale—exactly what I was looking for. Y’all, what if the government plays “God” for people who they want to succeed? And what if I’m not supposed to say any of this? Currently, federal agencies are working together to test my mental fortitude and intellectual capacity, but I’ve been calling them out and shutting them down all along. “MKUltra” is, not was, a code name for human experimentation that implements methods of brainwashing and psychological torture for the purpose of or in attempts to manipulate people’s actions or control their behaviors. Unfortunately for the Feds, that shit didn’t work on me, and I’ve been acting like I didn’t know I was being surveilled for years now. Y’all, these motherfuckers flew in a webcam model that I watched from Africa and had that bitch walk past me in Walmart, just to see if I would interact with her. Also, a few months ago, days after I watched Adina Howard’s “Freak Like Me” video, I went to Piggly Wiggly to get snacks, and a bitch that was obviously modeled like Adina Howard walked out of the store as I was entering it and tried to lock eyes with me. They’ve had people around me in public mimic conversations that I’ve had at random points in my life and allude to activities from my daily routine. Additionally, they’ve coached podcasters on YouTube to do the same. They put spy glasses on my barber and had him ask me personal questions. Needless to say, it doesn’t stop there. Of course, everyone is going to deny this shit, because they want me to come across as crazy. It’s not difficult to keep people out of your business, all you have to do is misdirect them and minimize your digital footprint—and literal footprints for that matter. For the record, nothing connected to the internet is safe from hackers—not a single fucking thing! And there’s no need to even hack systems to retrieve your information, because many companies secretly work with the government to assess threats and silently eliminate those who’re deemed risks to “national security.” Hackers create the encryption that allegedly protects your information, and those hackers know exactly how to remain undetected while obtaining that “protected” or sensitive info. Remember when the FBI told y’all to use apps with end-to-end encryption to protect communication between Android and iOS because the “Chinese” had hacked the SMS system? That’s bullshit! The federal government has access to everything, they illegally surveil you daily, and blaming the opps is just a cop out. Also, some of those apps require your actual phone number, have access to your contacts and photos, and store all your data on servers that are hackable. Plus, the US is banning TikTok partly because the Chinese are making more money than them from the platform, and they don’t like that shit. This isn’t whistleblowing or conspiracy theorizing, it’s confirmation of your constant concerns. Yes, the answers are out there. But don’t expect anyone to just give them to you. Peace.