Typically, trends tell those that think individuality isn’t appropriate or acceptable to follow followers. For instance, TikTok videos very scarcely show variety because trending things—dances, dining destinations, comical compilations, crazy or concerning conversations, etc.—get lots of looks and likes. If people pursuing popularity prefer pleasing people’s preferences, they’re going to acquiesce for acceptance. I’ve talked about people-pleasing plenty of times, and shared stories of me going out of my way to help helpless humans when they didn’t deserve grace or goodwill. If considering care, compassion, and concern people-pleasing, I guess I’m guilty. But what I don’t do, is whatever the fuck followers feel is appropriate and acceptable. I’m going to go whichever way works best for me, which is usually my own way, and I’ve always been this way. If you’ve heard differently, with all the slanderous, sinister hateful humans and “powerful” people looking to leech the life from my legacy, liars love lying. And I’m not boasting, bragging, or being biased, but followers be fools. So, then, there’s trend-setters—like me—which those that follow trends tend to take individuality from. Which queues the query, if those that follow trends typically think individuality isn’t trendy, but they take things from individualistic trendsetters that they think should be trendy, why not be a trend-setter instead of a follower—and make trends trendy? Better yet, why not just be your motherfuckin’ self? What happens to humanity if trends tank and individuality increases? Anyhoo, do you know what really grinds my gears? Of course, it’s stupid motherfuckers. And oftentimes, stupid motherfuckers stupidly suggest that things they thought improbable or impossible can’t be clearly confirmed even if examinable evidence exists or after points are perfectly proven. Y’all know the type, those “I can’t believe it!” and “Damn, I’m shocked!” people, but they say such stuff so often that they exude endless envy. First, I hate hateful motherfuckers. Second, stupid motherfuckers, believe it or not, you are wrong—inaccurate, incorrect, ignorant, ill-informed, and intransigent—severely stubborn. Moving on, recently, Congress called on authority agency affiliates asking for answers about the CIA’s “MKUltra” program. I didn’t watch whatever transpired in the congressional conference because I don’t give credence to shit said or shown by this goofy-ass government, and it’s curiously convenient for Congress to congregate concerning CIA operations during a crazy conspiracy centered on me—that involves petty, puerile politicians—without firings following. Obviously, I’m a verifiable victim of the CIA’s touchless torture tactics. Y’all, these savage sickos are so stupid that they think making said touchless torture tactics trendy will force me to follow followers. Wait, it’s been a bit, huh? In that case, fuck all, kill your motherfuckin’ selves, and I hope all y’all fuckin’ die! Congress, with cabinets full of candy-ass congressional co-conspirators, I have a transcendent testimony to tell. Where the figgity fuck is my invitation?! Again, I’ve afforded ample time and an overage of opportunity for foolish folks to tell the truth. So, the times and measures will match! If all hell happens to break loose, what the fuck are y’all gon’ do about it when you cretinous cowards can’t conjure the courage to come clean about simple shit—which is the simplest solution? If only the strong survive, and the weak-ass weirdos need numbers of sycophantic soldiers just to challenge me (Christ’s chosen champion) by myself, how strong are y’all really? Well, I’ve got some noggin-numbing news for you numbskulls, nitwits, and nincompoops, all y’all are weak as fuck! And again, fuck y’all—all y’all! Your Honor, don’t forget, candid communication is my central catharsis in a crazy conspiracy centered on me that involves antagonistic authority agencies and is mainly meant to make me mad, manic, and mindless. And Your Honor, in just simply stating that this madness is “meant to make me mad,” while my expressions may seem somewhat extreme or extra to some, the conspirators could consider it an admission that they’ve accomplished an aim or proven a point. These mentally ill, miserable, meddlesome motherfuckers need to meet their maker, Your Honor! But whether that happens or not, I have this large, life-altering, legal lesson to gift them with. And soon…
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