Ex-convict comedian Ali Siddiq constructs compelling comedy sets around all his horrible, hilarious experiences as a discontinued drug dealer, prior prisoner, and reformed reprobate. And in those enthralling explanations of everyday experiences within compelling comedy sets, Ali commonly contradicts himself or makes arguable assertions when adamantly advising those torn between committing crimes and living legally to seek success but stay straight. Ali, the tiny Texas terrorist, is among the co-conspirators in this crazy conspiracy, and he’s absolutely aware of who I am. Sup, sir? Intentionally or unintentionally glamorizing and glorifying goofiness by constantly congratulating yourself for making mounds of money selling pounds of “powder” or a cornucopia of crack cocaine can come across as condescending to commonplace citizens that convicts consider corny. At this point, you must understand that, right, tiny Texas terrorist? If gauging a person’s worth or worthiness by their material or monetary possessions, would not having trash bags full of funds at females’ houses and a high-priced car in high school make a young man worthless? Like I said, there’s a psychology to everything. And psychologically, plenty of poor people’s perception of prosperity isn’t primarily focused on the pursuit of peace through attaining a better quality of life, nonsensical niggas want to live lavishly in the loudest way possible. Ali, do you know the distinctive, defining difference between making mistakes and deliberately doing dumb shit? Well, to keep it simple, deliberate dumb decisions are done when one rejects recognizable risks with obviously ominous outcomes, whereas mistakes are made in misunderstandings, miscalculations, misinterpretations, or innocent ignorance. Think of the difference between accidentally stubbing your toe and then angrily kicking the object that caused it. The stubbing was a mistake, whereas the kicking was done deliberately. If arguing against logic, someone stupid would surely suggest that the aforementioned rageful reaction is a reflex, but they’re typically the type to do deliberate dumb shit. Mindfully making many moot points doesn’t prove your processing power, it shows that you’re prone to complicating simple shit, stupid. Again, stop listening to stupid motherfuckers! Technically, if criminals care to carry out crimes with caution and consideration, getting caught committing crimes could be called a mistake, but consciously choosing to commit crimes until you’re caught is a deliberate dumb decision. Your stories or cool, shorty Siddiq, but you ain’t got the answers, sir. If people hate when the pot calls the kettle black or when a person is preaching to the choir, why call on ex-convicts to educate convicts? All y’all niggas are super stupid or were severely stupid, respectfully! Once more, ain’t nobody taught me shit, I’ve always thought for myself—even when I wanted to win with wrongs. Learning life lessons from the losses of those less likely to learn the easy way shows smarts and savvy. By the same token, technically, shorty Siddiq is constructing compelling comedy sets around his horrible, hilarious experiences to curb criminals’ curiosity. But psychologically, an adventurous life full of exciting experiences is always alluring. In my opinion, the best advice anyone can give is for everyone to live their own life. Ali Siddiq was chasing a character—the hardcore hustler with hoes, “hundos,” and problems with the po-po. For me, ain’t no real reason for the fuck-ass Feds to be following and fucking with me. My story is one of true tragedy, not clumsy criminality. Anyhoo, advice ain’t always accurate, appropriate, appreciated, acceptable, or even advisable—obviously. And I’d advise anyone assuming that their advice is appropriate, acceptable, or appreciated in my situation to shut the fuck up! Because in this case, like the old saying goes, y’all are standing in some seriously slushy, slippery shit and you’ve fallen for fuckery and foolishness. Also, what part of, “I don’t give a fraction of a fuck about any of y’all!”, don’t y’all understand? With that, is there something about, “Fuck y’all, kill your motherfuckin’ selves, and I hope all y’all fuckin’ die!”, that isn’t completely clear? Again, imagine imagining that me being recognized and revered for my individual immense intelligence is an invitation for idiotic imbeciles to give me advice on things that they wouldn’t even understand unless someone smarter than them was explaining it to them. Your Honor, soon…
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