Clifford Harris, calling you “Cliff” could cause cringing if the country’s most crooked cops convinced certain co-conspirators and objective observers that I’m “crying out for friends” or “chasing clout,” but in reality, I recognize that “T.I.” is a character created to exemplify the extra effort that everyone excited by the thought of feeling feared exercises. I mean, that’s what “I’m Serious” means, right? From my holy and never humble perspective, “I’m Serious” means, “I deal dope, hold hoods down, pop pistols, whoop wusses, refuse to run or relax, and am normally not nice, so be afraid!” Rappers really make the most of moments meant to make money and madness mean more to impressionable, lightly-learning listeners than what wholesome worshippers would consider Christ-like. In introducing himself, Kanye West self-proclaimed his self-consciousness, admitting to his hypocritical habits—frequently frolicking and being frivolous with funds. However, he manned up and matured majorly. Still, to Cliff’s credit, he has done something similar, just not to a dramatic degree. Nevertheless, do you know what Mr. West would never do, co-opted Clifford? He’d never work with the weak-ass weirdos! Your Honor, the conspirators and co-conspirators couldn’t convince me to stop pounding pavement on my purposeful, promising path, so they’ve dumbly decided that making a mockery of the goofy-ass government and gullible grown folks makes sense—but only after my persistence and perseverance confirmed that the country’s chief conspirators commonly co-opt celebrities to torment targets in touchless torture tactics. Your Honor, it’s been years, I began blogging on this distinctive domain in 2018, I proudly purchased my first dotcom domain around 2014, and I blogged on Google’s “Blogspot” aka “Blogger” for many years prior to 2014, so the nation’s nuttiest nutjobs’ nonstop nonsense is nothing new to me. An analogy that always easily explains these pathetic people’s puerility, especially as they’re being caught conspiring through predictable patterns and perpetual pettiness, is imagining that the conspirators and co-conspirators are cookie-thieving children crying as they’re caught with crumbs covering their fibbing faces while their hands are halfway hanging out of the cookie jar. In every instance of catching criminal children cuddling with the cookie jar ajar, those delightful, diminutive devils deny devouring delicious delicacies as if the evidence isn’t overwhelmingly obvious—which is why they whine and lie like their lives are on the line. Children, if these ain’t clearly “cookie crumbs,” what’s that on your faces? Regular and returning readers, do you remember when I strongly stated with absolutely appropriate assertiveness that I’d never respect or rendezvous with dishonest, disrespectful, definitely doomed, dumb-ass damned demons? Honestly, I regularly, repetitively repeat those things in almost every published post. But specifically, this was the time I said that conspirators and co-conspirators “…believe that I should solely seek justice by sitting somewhere on a conspirator-controlled podcast to bitch, bicker, and blither with cruel, callous, cognitively-constricted co-conspirators.” Which queued the query, “Why the FUCK would I do that?!” Well, it isn’t a coincidence that Cliff was recently reclined on a comfy couch with his co-conspiring comrades, where he comparably called “bickering” with opps and objectors “poor people” activity. Needless to say, “poor people” is an alliteration. Not to mention the fact that the comfy couch in question is a prominent prop on a particular punk-ass podcast starring a bald-headed birdbrain that the Feds fancy. To boot, Charlamagne and his clownish crew of cackling co-conspirators happily highlighted Cliff’s scripted statements in this clip. Again, underlined words are always links to revealing receipts. Now, I wasn’t going to even bring this up, as it’s just another annoying, alarming allusive action in an open, overt operation that the country’s most crooked cops can’t currently cover up. But I just want to remind my regular, returning readers that my stories are totally true. I’m being stalked, surveilled, taunted, terrorized, annoyed, antagonized, hated, humiliated, and much more by the FBI, CIA, and everybody’s favorite famous folks! But soon…
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