Believing bullshit basically makes bullshit-believers bullshitters, as misinformation manages to make a more massive impact when the masses are majorly misled by themselves. And that’s because bullshit-believers become bullshitters by passing along, promoting, and perpetuating bogus beliefs, deliberately deceptive dialogue, and loud-ass lies. For instance, when cohorts, contemporaries, and cultural cliques collectively choose to conserve something sick, sad, and sadistic for whatever wicked reason they collaboratively consent to, intentionally ill-informing individuals outside the conspiring conglomerate while meaning to make misinformation mainstream effectively enlists everyone eager and gullible enough to believe the bullshit into the collective of conspirators and co-conspirators. Consider yourselves a giant group of mass miseducators. Do you know how I know y’all are stupid? It’s because you clearly can’t comprehend that deceit can contain cunning, craft, and certitudes that confirm certain fractions of facts without being totally true. For example, let’s say you constant Chick-fil-A ‘cause it’s convenient, and some smartass suggests that chunky chicken sandwiches are factually your favorite food. And in this instance, you’ve never even discussed dining desires or dislikes with said smartass. Plus, you’re totally tired of Chick-fil-A at this point, but it’s the best choice considering the circumstances. To boot, you’re super stressed out, your home life is hella hectic, your work world keeps getting worse and worse, and even little lies light a fire under your fed-up fanny. How many times would it take for motherfuckers to mention Chick-fil-A before you blew a goddamn gasket? Better yet, how frustrated would you feel if folks figured out that regularly, repetitively reminding you of the restaurant really ruffles your feathers, and decided to never stop saying shit about it? If you’re thinking, “That’s not a big deal.”, you’re missing the primary point and you likely have limited life experience. Pettiness and puerility in advanced-aged adults is pretty pathetic, right? Now, take that hypothetical and imagine it’s something highly hateful and tremendously triggering. Then, envision having had discussions distinctly confirming that the contrary of the smartass’ suggestion is true. Lastly, with the lie lighting a fire under your fed-up fanny, picture the country’s most crooked cops co-opting celebrities and casual citizens to never stop saying shit about it. And that’s what touchless torture tactics are like, in a simple sense. By the way, a “smartass” generally ain’t smart. Your Honor, I can provide plenty of proof dating back at least a decade, literally, that corroborate my claims. Nevertheless, the Feds following and fucking with me forever is just a fraction of the facts, and they think that emulating everyday experiences in their terrible tactics will allow them to pick and choose what experiences to claim—whether they were involved or not. With that, the insinuations and implications I’ve interpreted insist that they’ve controlled circumstances that they unequivocally had nothing to do with. There’s something strangely specific that co-conspirators are doing that’s the nail in the coffin for them and the country’s chief conspirators as it pertains to the crazy conspiracy centered on me, and don’t worry about what the fuck it is, just know that you should’ve stopped some time ago. For the record, my “I don’t give a fuck!” means just that, and it’s meant to be taken literally—as an absolute actuality. Anyhoo, and this is not narcissism, but me already being a bigger deal than a lot of co-opted celebrity co-conspirators is why y’all spend so much time surveying supplied scripts with menacing messages meant to mess with my mind. Can boldface bullshit be positive? In other words, can co-conspirators tell when subliminal slights and allusive attacks—that are obviously obscured to dodge detection—aren’t as harmless or helpful as a cunning, crafty deceiver denoted? Again, why hide helpfulness and harmlessness? Better yet, why help hide it?! What the fuck is wrong with y’all? Your Honor, no, I’m still not okay, though I’m managing to maintain the majority of my “marbles.” The conspirators clearly have the co-conspirators acting as if this terrible tragedy, an orchestrated onslaught of offensively outrageous occurrences, was some sort of test or training thing, but they wanted me to self-delete or self-destruct for sure, Your Honor. Fortunately for me, unfortunately for them, that’s never happening! And soon…
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