Anger ain’t always an aftereffect of someone having their touchy temper teepeed or their ego egged. And it also isn’t instantly involved with instances of instability, observations of obvious overreactions to small situations, or evidence of exaggerated emotional explosions. Anger is regularly a very valid response to recurrent ridiculousness. And again, I’m mad as a motherfucker! Still, a miserable motherfucker’s mind and mine are many miles apart, and are as different as donuts and doorknobs. Your Honor, do you think the fake finicky foreman at the FBI—Kash Patel—will be willing to testify on big-brained Beau’s behalf as a willful witness to the CIA’s crazy conspiracy centered on me? Kash, tell the people how petty and puerile you’ve been, sir. Should I run more revealing receipts? Again, lots of lives and legacies will be forever feces-stained. Fearlessness is foolish and furthers freakish folks’ forgetfulness, basically blinding the incautious idiots from what worldly wickedness they’re severely susceptible to. What would you do if it was too late? Too late to apologize or appreciate, too late to reconcile or return, too late to continue or complete, too late to prepare or progress, too late to remove or retreat, too late to sustain or survive, too late to forgive or forget, etc. Personally, I’d move on. Remember, smart people simplify complicated things and stupid people complicate simple things. Oftentimes, stupid motherfuckers make minor, miniscule moments mimic major mishaps just to make it seem like they’re surviving something serious. Other times, motherfuckers are so stupid that simple shit becomes super serious because they don’t have good sense or self-control. For instance, why do you think stupid niggas see smartness as softness? To stupid niggas, avoiding anything demonstrably difficult or destructive deliberately means that they’re circumventing challenges, and champions don’t circumvent challenges, right? Bitch, if you weren’t a bitch, you wouldn’t worry about being branded a bitch by bitches who’re constantly concerned about being classified as a bitch! What’s confidence’s clearest confirmation? Is it trying too hard or nah? Anyhoo, did I tell y’all about the time (I think) I named a television show? Ant Anstead is car connoisseur from the UK who does wonderful work restoring rusty and ragged-out rides. He was on a classic car show called “Wheeler Dealers,” where he and his bargain-buying partner collaborated on several satisfying fix and flip adventures. Ant was actually a replacement for one of the show’s original hosts, and when the OG mechanic man disappointingly departed I shunned the show for a season or so, but I decided to tune in hoping that the drawing duo dynamic wasn’t destroyed. One day, I was a bit bored, and I was watching “Wheeler Dealers” and decided to record a clip of Ant Anstead expertly demonstrating something that causes constant controversy and confusion in the car connoisseur community. I posted the short clip to YouTube, and in the description, I typed, “Master mechanic Ant Anstead…”, then explaining his excellent exhibition of the topic. Well, the clip got a few thousand views, and sometime later, Ant Anstead released a new show aptly titled “Master Mechanic.” Coincidence or another compliment to my ineradicable influence? To the country’s chief conspirators, don’t do it! I don’t know who the fuck y’all think you are, but you’re not that to me. Moving on, speaking of television, I was watching “The Shield” on the treadmill, again, and there was a disturbing domestic dispute happening rather repetitively between neighbors. A Middle Eastern man and his wife lived next to bigoted black woman who was always angry. The cops were called constantly ‘cause the bigoted bitch profiled the poor Middle Eastern man—tagging him as a terrorist. First, she complained about “chemicals” coming through the walls, but after a brief investigation without a warrant, deputies discovered that the man and his wife were just cooking their country’s cuisine. Then, the bigoted bitch taunted the man about some trivial thing that I can’t remember, and cops castigated them both. Lastly, the bigoted bitch placed an American flag over the man’s window, they argued, the cops were called, she got a knife and threatened the man, the cops stopped her, and at his wit’s end, the man got a gun and started spieling. Ultimately, he was shot and killed by an officer. As it turns out, that bigoted bitch was the terrorist all along! Sometimes, shit is exactly what it seems. And soon…
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