If being crazy means to be stupid, senseless, and strange, majority of mankind fits the description. And it’s crazy that the conspirators and co-conspirators don’t think they’re crazy. Again, even if existing in eventful and extravagant lives, I’m sure that being connected to this crazy conspiracy is the most exciting thing that’s ever happened to many of you. But like I said, too bad you’re all on the wrong side of it. Can someone make a career of being crazy? Federal agents and ordinary officers are taught to think like criminals to predict perps’ paths and potentially prevent crimes or solve them swiftly. Additionally, CIA agents are trained to torment targets psychologically, often creating criminals, causing crimes, and acting as if they are clueless or couldn’t capture the crook quickly in the aftermath. Once again, the scripted subliminal slights and allusive attacks, the instructed inflections and expressions, and the seemingly happy or harmless hints are all triggers. I’ve told y’all to stop and shut the fuck up regularly and repetitively, to little or no avail. “Professional” psychological profiling necessitates knowledge of neurological nuisances and cognitive complaints in addition to exuding excellence in education and having a history of fact-based, detailed diagnoses. However, bonkers behavior and perpetuated patterns of manic madness make it easy to point out a psycho. Showing denial and delusion after demonstrating deliberate depraved and destructive actions is a sure sign of craziness. But that’s the stuff you already know, right? What you may be unaware of are your own patterns of psychosis. For instance, how difficult is it for you to detach from disserving situations? How hard is it for you to let go of petty and puerile problems with people? The weak-ass weirdos working tirelessly with their celebrity and commonplace content-creating co-conspirators to tire me out or trigger me into tirades and terrorism have a hard time moving on. I’ve exposed tons of their terrible tactics, proved that lame-ass lackeys like Lenard “Charlamagne” McKelvey and Joe Budden are fucking with the Feds and lying about it, and I’m earning evidence every day, but the crazy conspiracy continues. Prioritizing progression and possessing the power to proudly push past preoccupying but uncontrollable predicaments are positive signs of psychological healthiness. From my side, I’ve been victimized and violated virally, with the weak-ass weirdos’ workers being witnesses, so my dedication and determination to destroy these demons is very valid. Moving on, it turns out that I have strained multiple muscles in the adductor area of my leg, as well as my hamstring. Fortunately, I’ve recovered some mobility, but the problematic pain persists. I could claim that this inconvenient injury is driving me crazy, but I’m maintaining my mighty mind quite well. Switching the subject, congratulations to all the artists who got golden GRAMMY awards this year. I’m positive that my presence was felt throughout that room all night. Dot did his thug thizzle, of course. Teyana Taylor was there looking like a fuckin’ specimen from a special species of women. Girl, you got the goods! I didn’t care to catch the ceremony, but I saw some highlights. Y’all, I’m here to stay, and ain’t shit y’all can say to scare me away! A career is a chosen path with promises of progression. For like the millionth time, a lot of y’all have sat still and said shit for the past decade or more, making money motoring your mouths and stealing smart statements from me, but I’m supposed to stop dedicating my time and talent to shutting stupid motherfuckers the fuck up? You don’t like how the truth makes you feel. My intrinsic intelligence makes your advanced age and empty education feel meaningless. You’ve spent your entire life trying to be somebody special but you still ain’t got shit going on, and I effortlessly elevate. I know why y’all are mad! But like I said, if you think you’re mad now, soon…
Omniscience