John Ratcliffe and the CIA couldn’t care less about Americans’ attitudes toward their unjust, unconstitutional, ultimately unnecessary torture tactics. And Ratcliffe’s lazy, leisure-living, liquor-loving, co-conspiring chum, Kash Patel, finds fun in intoxicating and indoctrinating many minds with mass manipulation. Yesterday, some suspiciously convenient “CIA whistleblower” carried a calm, calculated conversation in a Congress council chamber concerning a “COVID-19 cover-up,” where he alleged that the CIA covered up some scientists’ belief that a lab leak could’ve caused the parasitic pandemic. In my opinion, you shouldn’t even bother buying into the meaningless masquerade, it’s a bunch of bullshit! Lots of the lives lost to that deadly disease could’ve probably been prevented with proper preparation and proactivity, right? Trying to trace the origin of something so crazily contagious can cause chaos and confusion, even without the weak-ass weirdos working to create conspiracies around what, why, where, when, and who. If certainties create clarity, and it’s clear that COVID’s calamitous conclusion couldn’t have happened without the world’s most hardheaded heathens being determined to disobey direct orders to distance and disinfect, blaming a lab leak—even if claims are corroborated and confirmed—does what for the millions of lives lost all these years later? Guys, your distractions don’t divert because they’re overly overt. What’s more, regular readers of my wonderful writing have likely learned for a full fuckin’ fact that the people in power who prey on powerlessness and passivity won’t work with whistleblowers who tell true stories unless said powerful people are controlling the circumstances. If I make it to Congress to blow this big, blaring, blistering whistle, it’s because plenty of people in power have lost their power. Like I said, Jasmine Crockett and Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez are among the trolls who’ve cooperatively collaborated with the CIA to play goofy-ass games with allusive attacks and subliminal slights containing menacing messages meant to mess with my mind. Their stupidest strategy was surely selecting several supposedly stand-up soldiers for justice to spearhead such an ill-fated injustice. Believe it or not, even the bigly beloved Ben Crump has played a part in this pathetically petty, puerile ploy to paint me as psychotic. Like I told the central co-conspirators, Crump, call me to court if I’m being deliberately dishonest to defame your considerably clean character. But lawyers love lying, don’t they? Man, y’all got to be the STUPIDEST motherfuckers in this shithole solar system! Again, it’s practically provable that my triggering-ly true title, “Everybody’s Stupid,” made mentally ill, miserable, meddlesome motherfuckers recruit as many malleable-minded minions as they could to cause my cognitive collapse. Obviously, I make more or as much sense as professionals, professors, and the extensively educated as an unabashed high school dropout—which makes midget-minded motherfuckers and prissy purists even more mad. And repeating as a reminder, the Feds have been following and fucking with me for far too long, since high school. Why? Well, that’s an expensive explanation. And what the fuck do I have to lie for? Why do you even know who I am? I spurn social media, shun socializing, don’t chase clout, ain’t pressed to impress, etc. I’m popular and preeminent—despite the CIA and their co-conspirators’ deliberately deceptive illusions—because I’m profound, prolific, and highly honest. Y’all know those special situations where nothing-ass, nobody-ass people vowing to live vicariously through you tend to throw stupid-ass suggestions at you—typically talking about all the delusional decisions they’d make in the unlikely event of their elevation to excellence? Well, this is that mega multiplied. Yet and still, I don’t give a fraction of a fuck what mindless motherfuckers would do in a different dimension where their severe stupidity gave them the most magnetizing mind known to mankind. And the punk-ass police putting plagiarists and phonies in position to play prophets coincidentally contributes to my cause, ‘cause exposing everyone and everything fraudulent and fake while excluding equivocation and with a moral motive makes me what they can’t be—real! Your Honor, honestly, I take pride in pissing these people off. Not because I’m petty and puerile, but because my enemy is everybody’s enemy, but everybody’s enemy made everybody my enemy, yet everybody still ain’t enough! Fuck all y’all! And soon…
Omniscience