Time and time again, time tells the same stories synchronously, suggesting that change could totally transform timelines. What’s changed since “Captain Change” himself, the best blackness has ever offered, Mr. Barack Obama, won and went? Mr. Obama, punk-ass, pussy-ass, puerile-ass, petty-ass people probably don’t like me, sir. But I don’t give a fuck! And yes, Mrs. Michelle Obama is reading this, too. But like I said, putting people on “perfect” pedestals is perpetually problematic—primarily because conformity, conservatism, capitulation, co-opting, and cowering create the atmosphere for authoritarianism to thrive. Mrs. Michelle Obama is seemingly urgently under the severest symptoms of the idiocy-inducing infection, and such symptoms are currently catastrophically contagious because Captain Change’s chick touches so many susceptible suckers. “Oh, babe, guess what! Mrs. Michelle Obama infected me with some ‘idiocy-inducing infection’ because some bitch-ass blogger who was ‘minding [his] motherfuckin’ business’ is immune to it. Wow! I guess I’ll just tell everyone I know to never read this bitch-ass blogger’s blog because he’s a bitch! And I’m going to tell everybody his name so everybody knows never to say it!” Before you say, “Wait, what?!”, doesn’t that sound strikingly similar to something specifically a stupid-ass bitch would say? How many stupid-ass bitches are wandering the whole wide world, our only Obamas? Nobody, in their highest headspace, believes that there are absolutely no stupid-ass bitches out there. And somebody, somewhere, definitely dislikes Mrs. Michelle Obama enough to deliberately disrespect her. Do you know who knows that the most? Well, it’s obviously only Mrs. Michelle Obama herself. And if I were a gambling guy, I’d bet big bucks that the same wise woman knows that I’m noticeably not said deliberately disrespectful person. Which makes me wonder why she’d cooperatively collaborate with the country’s chief conspirators to cover up the crazy conspiracy centered on me. “Damn, damn, damn!”, Mrs. Obama. I thought “One Battle After Another” was just some mocking movie that tells the tale of how the weak-ass weirdos work tirelessly to exhaust my mighty mind and end my enthusiasm for fucking up their pitiful plot on my immense intelligence by bombarding me with big blockages, but after nearly four decades of idiots incessantly insulting said immense intelligence, and with having “powerful” people pitifully plot on the aforementioned immense intelligence for over two of those decades, I’m only just now noticing how hard “powerful” people purposely make life for this particular “potentially” powerful person—me. Or should I say, the “powerful” people pitifully plotting on me and my immense intelligence never thought that I’d think that “One Battle After Another” is only some mocking movie making a mockery of any and all mentally ill, miserable, meddlesome motherfuckers meaning to make a mockery of humanity’s hatred of immensely intelligent individuals—namely the goddamn genius named Beau Amoureux. I mean, who the fuck is this guy, right? Wait, am I… is this me mocking me? Okay, who’s confused? Because doesn’t that sound strikingly similar to something specifically a stupid-ass bitch would say? Mrs. Michelle Obama, how many stupid-ass bitches have you met in your lovely life? Better yet, is the exploitation of exemplars who epitomize excellence, especially when widely televised, considered “Blaxploitation” when the Obamas and other championed, colored co-conspirators are some of the biggest stars in the very viral crazy conspiracy? What would you do if children, much like the childish-ass cowards comprising the conspirators and central co-conspirators, were “powerful” people? What if role reversal is childish-ass cowards’ way of getting get-back? I mean, sadism is sick shit, where dominance-desiring dweebs derive delight from indulging in dramatized domination, right? What if the allusive attacks and subliminal slights, that I’ll call “intentionally indirect but repetitive and recognizable references” for our only Obamas, are like little whip lashes that the childish-ass cowards/dominance-desiring dweebs derive delight from as they imagine those injurious insults and triggering teases cutting deep into my mind’s flesh? Mrs. Michelle Obama, a queen in many motherfuckers’ minds, tell the gosh darn truth, please and thank you. Maybe I was wrong, and you want people to picture you as perfect and place you on a “perfect” pedestal, huh, Mrs. Obama? Punish the childish-ass cowards conspiring against a mentally-matured masses and complete consciousness, Mrs. Captain Change. Your Honor, the algorithm ain’t sent a single soul to this wonderful website! If they’re here, they’ve heard, and if they’ve heard, they know something, and if they know something, they should surely say something! Right, Your Honor? The hard way or the hardest way, many motherfuckers and more! I ain’t got nothin’ else to do but whatever in this whole wide world I want, and what I want to do is what I’m doing, and what I’m doing is what the world’s worst weirdos don’t want me to do. So, soon…
Omniscience