Information. All answers, assumptions, assertions, arguments, accusations, allegations, arrests, arraignments, appeals—essentially everything—is involved in information. Your bank balance, birthdate, birthplace, favorite food, personal preferences, laws, rules and regulations—it’s information. Which queues the query, is information important? That’s a stupid question, right? Well, what information is important to you? That’s quite the query, ain’t it? Personally, aside from that which is of the utmost importance, the truth (as inaccurate information isn’t important at all), my peculiar preferences are priorities when pertaining to information’s importance, and I couldn’t care less about a bunch of the broadly broadcasted bullshit that makes nation news and hackneyed headlines regularly and repetitively. But that’s a widely shared sentiment, correct? “’Cause we don’t wanna hear that weak shit no more…” Hey, Ye, it’s me, Black Jesus! Anyhoo, if you don’t know, everything connected to cash and consumers is also connected and corrupt. Stocks, stores, stories, superstars, social media, etc., it’s all big business. Which is why national news networks are more good with the goofy-ass government than they are with their God, and it’s why it isn’t in anyone aligned with this indisputable inequity’s interest to tell the truth. But shout-out to Bill Duke, because the most major menaces to civilized society—the sadistic servants of the so-called secret society—are about to be made into mumble-mouth motherfuckers, in addition to already being mentally ill, miserable, meddlesome motherfuckers, because, “You know you don’ fucked up, right?!” Nicole Wallace, how worthwhile is whimsically wasting your time for a living? Ari Melber, fuck hip hop’s favorite podcast! Harris Faulkner, hi! Your Honor, everybody who’s everybody knows who the “Everybody’s Stupid” guy is. So, why isn’t the information I’m regularly, repetitively edifying everyone with, which should have supreme significance in network newsrooms, as important as the broadly broadcasted bullshit that they relentlessly remind us of? Could it be because Beau’s big bombshells ain’t bullshit? Is it because broadly broadcasting bullshit that doesn’t disrupt big business’ bad business is much more important to big business’ biggest bullshitters than the truth? Obviously! But what if information is intertwined? The truth. All factuality, fairness… and other incontestably important things are involved in the truth. For the record, for the umpteenth time, ain’t shit that a stupid motherfucker can tell me—especially if the mindless motherfucker can’t tell the truth! Do you think these queued queries are me asking for advice? No, nitwits, numbskulls, and nincompoops! I’m not the “nationwide nuisance” that I am because I’m as stupid as everybody else. How many times have I told conspirators and co-conspirators, “Fuck y’all, kill your motherfuckin’ selves, and I hope all y’all fuckin’ die!”? Regularly and repetitively, right? Okay, who doesn’t believe that humanity has an inherent inability to learn lessons long-term? Life. All cycles, continuations, conservations, circumventing of completions, etc. are involved in life. Wait, somebody get me an honorary doctorate! Because I’ve cracked the code. Your Honor, they’re all afraid, as well they should be. And even mister “Donkey of the Day” himself ain’t learned the lesson from this tremendous teachable moment. In fact, the bullshit-broadcasting “Breakfast Club” brigade are regular repeat offenders. Ain’t that right, y’all? You’re all, proudly and publicly, smiles and subliminal slights, right? Y’all ain’t even got to put no respect on my name, just put a name on all that disrespect! But you should’ve stopped subliminally slighting and allusively attacking me approximately 3 years ago, because now it’s too late. If you can’t tell, I’m just saying shit. Like I said, this outrageously offensive and oppressive ordeal was over the magical moment y’all God chose me. Who knows how long ago the Almighty assigned awesome angels to guide me to greatness? What if “Your Honor” is the giant judge in the sky? What if “Your Honor” is a giant group of gowned guys and gals properly preparing to bear witness to a monumental miracle? Your Honor, respectfulness rarely requires secrecy, unless something sneaky and deliberately disrespectful is happening and the culprits liken lying to protecting the peace of people who’re projected to be pretty pissed if the truth is told. The conspirators and co-conspirators ain’t protecting me from shit, Your Honor, they’re shrouding their shenanigans to save themselves! But soon…
Omniscience