Obviously, the corrupted contaminate the culture to control us. Death and destruction are definite dreams of those who doubt that drama-prone dudes and dudettes deserve delightful lives. And anger and antagonism aren’t atypical aspects of annihilation. Pissing a person off and posing as if them being perturbed is the problem only peeves and provokes the pissed off person. Doesn’t a motherfucker making you mad and then questioning “why you mad” only make you madder? That’s a “terrible tactic” that the Feds use to taunt and torment their targets. For instance, those two bald-headed bitches have basically been berating and bad-mouthing me backhandedly for beaucoup months, through allusive attacks aimed to avoid others’ attention. Amid the animosity, they’ll touch on topics like therapy and talking to loved ones—thinking that their tricks and teasing will trigger me. In society, stupid people similarly stir up shit by suggesting that openly stating offensive opinions shouldn’t shock or spite someone. Of course, I’m alleging that the aforementioned assholes are in agreement and acting in alignment with the authorities. What’s more, they say “the devil’s in the details,” right? If only you and participating parties are privy to the particulars of something that’s taken place, prying operatives could pluck that private information from privy people by investigative probing and use it against you. Digging for details and subliminally disguising those specifics as something sorrowful or scary is a strategy designed to disturb and distress the subject of slimy and dirty attacks. If you don’t know, the CIA can create, edit, and update information and content in real-time as you’re scrolling social media or browsing the world wide web. Ask me how I know! For example, if you’re having a conversation while you are consuming content online, they can place ads pertaining to your topic of discussion, change the title of videos to pique your interest, cause glitches to make you question your state of mind, add or alter content in the middle of streaming using AI, and more. Through all the mind games and misfortunes, I’ve moseyed past videos with titles and thumbnails that read, “you’ve been dead for three days,” “your life is not real,” and “your body will die soon.” Apparently, and allegedly, a million-dollar life insurance policy was taken out in my name before all this bullshit began—as I heard through the grapevine. Clearly, I’ve got some fairly fleshy fish to fry. If life was a role-playing adventure game, who reigned supreme in the hardest “boss level” you’ve defeated thus far? With all the gaslighting and goofiness going on, plus the push back from the powers that be, right now is my roughest rumble. Diverging slightly, I strive to shy away from sharing sob stories. Still, I see how some of this stuff can be sad to the sensitive and sympathetic. But for the overtly critical and overly concerned, namely if you’re in a co-op with the opps, do yourselves a favor and exclude your presence from situations that don’t involve or affect you. Thank me later. Again, for everyone following along, take all information that doesn’t come from me—as it pertains to me—as sheer hearsay. Getting back on topic, boss levels are always a bitch to beat, but good players learn more about the enemies’ weaknesses after every failed battle. How to strike and strafe, what distance to keep to avoid damage, which weapons are most effective, the enemies’ predicable patterns of attack, where to retreat when healing is necessary, etc. When lacking skills, losing should help you build. If this is my mentality, what makes y’all think I’ll ever stop hitting that “try again” button?! So, the Feds have been showing me a lot of “Super Mario” merch and memes. I’m 5’8”, brave, and on a solo mission to “save the world,” so I guess it fits. But what’s Mario’s brother’s name? And why was Mr. Mangione in Atlanta? Is it a coincidence that he wrote alliterations on his shell casings similarly to my writing style?
The following two videos will only resonate with one person, but click here and here to see the type of content that has taken over my timeline for seemingly forever now. These uploads are about three months old, but pay attention to the text on the screen and the context of the conversation. I’m going to give you one more chance to tell me in plain English that you don’t fuck with me, or I’m telling this story in its entirety, and I’m going to make sure it’s super fucking juicy! Don’t make me have to follow my intuition, especially with you believing that I have a god complex. Anyhoo, it seems like wildfires find their way everywhere my most famous haters have affiliations. First California, then the Carolinas, and now New York. Seemingly, y’all God don’t play about me. What would you expect of him if God was your best and only friend? Honestly, if The Most High was my holiest homie, I’d hog him. Which begs the question, can your best friend have a best friend that isn’t you? I’m an individualist by nature, and I thoroughly enjoy solitude. Nonetheless, if I decide to be sociable, I don’t hang around a lot of people or people who have too many associates that they consider friends. When I envision having God as a guardian and go-to, I equate it to Shaq as Kazaam—which is essentially Genie to Aladdin. With that in mind, do you neglect your “inner child?” I won’t delve into the negative aspects of tapping in to one’s inner child, like dwelling on childhood trauma and constantly digging into unhealed wounds, because that will dampen the mood. But on the bright side, being in tune with your inner child empowers your senses of curiosity, creativity, and cheerfulness. Remember, everything has a psychology. And simple stuff such as swimming, staring at stars, singing in the shower, stuffing your face with sugary snacks, and just acting silly still satisfy you because happiness isn’t complex or complicated. And if you’re unhappy, it might be because you’re trying too hard to be an adult. Outside of your responsibilities—staying safe, salubrious, sane, and satiated—what else matters? What have you done that you didn’t want to do just to be “normal?” Was it marriage? Having children? Attending college? Committing to a monogamous relationship? Forcing extroversion when you’re naturally introverted? Giving up life-long hobbies because they seemed childish? Like me and many intellectuals insist on informing you, “no” is the most powerful word in the world! Even if you don’t like disappointing people, and no seems harsh to you, you can find a way to negate their nonsense nicely. Be who the fuck YOU want to be! Do what the fuck YOU want to do! And don’t explain yourself or apologize for it. How many of his dreams do you think president Donald Trump has accomplished? He’s been a billionaire, dated models, run the “greatest nation on Earth,” and much more—all while being one of the most hated people on the planet. Thinking about all that he’s achieved, would you consider the Don a great human? Hate him or love him, you can’t take away the legacy that he leads and will leave. Do you know why this should be important to everyone? It’s because Donald Trump doesn’t give a fuck! Like I’ve said many times, not giving a fuck is like a superpower. The less you care, the more you can change—both yourself and your future. In my opinion, importance is subject to individual interpretation. The things that are vital to your survival and success, aside from life’s necessities, aren’t obligated to be ordinary. Difference is divergence, distinction is definition, and your mind is yours! Peace.