Lots of lying is liable to lead liars to lacking likeability, leverage, leeway, leniency, and liberties that less-lying people love in life. At least, that’s the way the world would work if the truth wasn’t totally traumatizing to so many miserable motherfuckers. And the truth is, all y’all lying-ass lames should have a hefty hand put in your pockets and purses—at a minimum! Your Honor and objective observers, I want y’all to think about something, again. If my antagonists are acting as if their animosity toward and aversion to me isn’t grounds for returning or reciprocating such sentiments, and they’ve assigned acolytes to allusively attack me through intentional indirection, and said acolytes act as if I’m starting shit that I’m simply rightfully responding to, and that makes me look like the villain, and all the chaos and confusion created by my antagonists and their acolytes’ deliberate deception allows them to ridiculously rally support from sympathizers who oppose the nonsense and negativity that I’m appropriately acting against while the initiators and instigators insist innocence, am I wrong for wishing the worst for all the antagonistic assholes involved? Get the fuck out of here! Fuck every single stupid motherfucker making any effort to make me mad, manic, or mental in any capacity. Yes, that includes all fake-ass female followers of fuckery and foolishness—no exceptions. Babbling-ass, bad-mouthing bitches, I talked about championing chicks and they masterfully manipulated y’all into making me seem mean and misogynistic by having you scornful skanks allusively attack and subliminally slight me until I responded rather disrespectfully. For instance, I was nothing but nice to “Caramel Cutie” and “Lady Lecturer,” and the more complementary my comments were, the more aggressive their allusive attacks got. So, I take that back, y’all are not intelligent individuals, as you’re too ditzy to discern when hateful humans have it out for someone so sweet, smart, and sophisticated that you seeming smitten by such a brainy beau deepens said hateful humans’ detestation of me. And no, me mentioning you again isn’t an indication of continued care or concern, I’m only using earlier exchanges as an example. I know y’all feel super stupid, because—hypothetically speaking—if I’m bound to be bigger than Malcolm and Martin, my “Betty” or “Coretta” will have historic highlights and will probably receive permanent praise. Your Honor, profiling and stereotyping me has helped the conspirators co-opt co-conspirators and has done devastating damage to my image. Repeating for clarity, the conspirators collaborated with co-conspirators to secretly start shit with me through hidden, hinted, intentionally indirect insults—dodging detection to make me seem like the shit-starter—and used my public push-back just to justify everything they’ve done to ruin my reputation. So, because I don’t think y’all get it, per my policy, fuck y’all, kill your motherfuckin’ selves, and I hope all y’all fuckin’ die! Anyhoo, I reckon redemption’s required as, in my opinion, the prior published post was really rough. I’m not aiming for perfection, but preoccupation with petty, puerile people’s problem with me persistently pushing for prosperity has me pretty pissed, despite foolishness fueling my fire from the start. Still, shout-out to a different Dave, David Burd aka Lil’ Dicky, as I’m a fan of his music and small screen sitcom. Bring it back, bruh! Your Honor, as the toll of the conspirators and co-conspirators’ terroristic torment is taken, something’s shifting inside my mind. It’s like I can’t comprehend the concept of stopping or surrendering. Why the fuck would I be done doing what will always needs to be done? My discipline and determination definitely disturb defendants who don’t deserve a dollop of anyone’s sympathy. Every effort I’ve put forth to forward my future for seemingly forever has been pushed back by predatory people playing malevolent match-makers. They literally don’t want me to be great and I’m given no grace! According to their autocratic actions and allusive attacks aimed at me through the co-conspirators’ cryptic comments, the conspirators conclude that I don’t deserve destined domination in any field originally occupied by people pursuing perfection. Skipping steps and seeking shortcuts in the “American Dream” are decided disqualifications to the determinedly dishonorable, disgraceful despots likening themselves to lordly leaders. Remember, judgmental jester with the jumbo jokebook? Shortcuts don’t cut it, huh? Bitch, if God ain’t getting my glory, gaudy goofies lacking lord-like and leadership qualities can get the gory gashes given to God’s sacrificed son. If your head’s already in the clouds and you hope to have Heaven as a home, you’re closer to your dreams than I am, because stupidity sends souls soaring all day, every day. And soon…
Omniscience