Rest in peace to Ted Turner, the founder of CNN and father of cable news networks—having the first channel conveying continuous content concentrated on current events. I won’t claim that the casualty is clearly connected to the conspiracy centered on me, but the big boss being in the business of broadly broadcasted bullshit makes me wonder. Nevertheless, I digress. Sometimes, stupidity shows someone’s sensitive side, as insecurities emerge in instances when someone stupid can’t control compulsions to act exclusively on emotions. Envy, evilness, and everything essential for hateful humans to harbor and hurl hatred happen to hail from excruciatingly exasperating emotions. And oftentimes, those emotions eventually end up exposing petty, puerile people’s problems with peacefulness. If you weak-ass, weird-ass conspirators and co-conspirators are wondering why I’m not overtly overwhelmed by bullshit and mentally ill, miserable, meddlesome motherfuckers’ annoying, alarming attempts at proving points that they constantly create circumstances for just to provide padding for their piteous projections, it’s because we’re not the same. You’re stupid, super sensitive, presumptuous, pathetic, feeble-minded, fickle, fake as fuck, etc. On the other hand, I’m intelligent, intentional, mature, magisterial, emotionally evolved, and anti anything that ain’t authentic. There’s nothing about any of y’all that makes me wish we were working together, with each other, comrades, compadres, confidants, closely connected, etc. Your Honor, I’m being harassed by conspirators creating circumstances with callbacks to confrontations, conflicts, and other emotion-evoking events—in my everyday experiences—that they’re calling on co-conspirators to carry out. The conspirators clearly conclude that my reserved, rather reclusive disposition derives from fear, and that’s frustrating and frightening, Your Honor. They’re purposely provoking me practically every time I leave my home, having casual citizens and alleged agents and acolytes act aggressively, as if I should stay secluded because scary shit surrounds scenes wherever I decide to dabble. Your God forbid I’m defensively driven to bust a cap in a co-conspiring casual citizen’s antagonistic ass, Your Honor! I’m a loving, law-abiding man of meaning. There’s a lot of shit that stupid motherfuckers fail to fathom and are ultimately unable to understand. First, y’all ain’t doing shit! Being physically outside your designated domain doesn’t mean you’re making monumental moves. Podcasters specifically sit and shoot the shit on sofas and swiveling seats, that are sometimes situated in studios, but could have cozy couch and chair conversations with cameras at home. You’re professional opinion offer-ers! Second, for folks who feel free and forever full of life, light, and love, you sure spend suspiciously significant amounts of time focused and fixated on others’ lives—like you only love your life when consciously choosing to compare and contrast your circumstances to someone’s that you see as less satisfied or successful. Third, what world do you live in where me being important, impactful, and impressive enough to force the Feds to have Michelle Obama and many more unfortunately cooperative co-conspirators actively alluding to me as I progress in popularity while pushing to protect my peace makes you a more worthy, worthwhile person than me just because you’re “outside” more?! If that doesn’t make sense, neither do you. Get the fuck out of here! To the casual citizens in question, everyone from Walmart, CVS, The UPS Store, Dollar Tree, Dollar General, Piggly Wiggly, Kroger, Publix, Auto Zone, O’Reilly’s, the barber, the store next to the barbershop where the Feds hang and hide out, my favorite gas station, local law officers, nearby neighbors, delivery drivers, postal people, etc., you’re all wonderful witnesses with the precious power to create change, and your cooperation in coming court cases would be abundantly appreciated. Anyhoo, Ricky Rozay, Mr. Miami, the large lemon pepper lover, versus and violence are sadly synonymous, and I wouldn’t wish harm or helplessness on anyone just because they answer to an alliterative appellative, but this situation is of supreme seriousness. Again, to everyone and their friends and families with first and last names that start with the same letter, continue with caution. It ain’t me, it’s them! But soon…
Omniscience