Rest in peace to Bobby J. Brown, an actor and another casualty from the cast of “The Wire.” Coincidentally, as we’re all aware, Bobbi Kristina Brown and her mother Whitney Houston both died by drowning in identical instances of intoxicant-induced incapacity while bathing. Once more, rest in peace to Nathan Smith, whose disturbing death was deemed a drowning driven by drug-induced delusion. So, with me being such a popularly polarizing person with significant status among superstars, Satanists, and sinners all the same, many actresses, actors, and artists have alluded to me in their work and wonted words. In a different dimension, let’s say “Whitney Houston,” the darling debutante’s debut album, was released in 2025 instead of 1985. And in a special song on said album, Whitney Houston alluded to me similarly to some of the subliminal statements sung in songs recently released. Y’all, I wouldn’t have known what to do with myself! She was such a beautiful person and had the most mesmerizing and fuckin’ flawless voice I’ve ever heard. But this insidious, injurious, impure, and insultingly immoral industry indubitably infected Whitney in a sense—corrupting her consciousness, causing her career to crumble, and lowering her life-expectancy. Like I said, the Satanists are showing me shit that’s supposed to scare me shitless or into submission, but they’re just telling on themselves and reinforcing the reason I’m remaining rebellious with rectitude. With that, would you like to know who the latest pontificating political plant is? Allegedly, it’s Eric Benet, the pretty motherfucker whose infamous infidelity badly broke Halle Berry’s heart! Fuck you, Eric Benet! Halle Berry is a goddamn goddess, you cheating-ass motherfucker—respectfully. Anyhoo, like with the lame-ass, light-skinned Chicago rapper, Eric Benet is supplied with scripts including savvy, sassy statements criticizing corruption and grievances against the goofy-ass government, which he regularly recites on social media where his posts are promptly boosted by bots for extra engagement. Of course, said scripts are “coincidentally” created by the miserable, meddlesome motherfuckers that the savvy, sassy statements speak against. Now, who’s next? I don’t give a fuck about none of y’all, I promise. “It’s the end of the world as we know it! It’s the end of the world as we know it! It’s the end of the world as we know it! And I feel fine…” Repetition is the recurrence of actions or events regularly repeated as a reminder of what to remember, at least in the current context. How many days or decades of death and destruction do dummies desire… I mean require to realize how ridiculous relentless retardation is? Like I said, I believe that learning disabilities are more common than counted, and the presence of mental illness is more common than its absence in human beings. But I’ll delve deeper into that discussion in the next post. Before I put the closing periods on this passionate passage, to the punk-ass, pussy-ass humans hiding and hating on me for being highly favored by their God, fuck y’all, kill your motherfuckin’ selves, and I hope all y’all fuckin’ die! Your honor, my patience is plummeting. If I wasn’t really resourceful, I wouldn’t even know who the fuck y’all are. If you ain’t a girl but you gon’ be a bitch by stalking and harassing folks for fun and funds, you might as well get a sex change and enjoy the entire experience! Making up shit and fighting to force your fallacies and fantasies into fruition by projecting your pusillanimity onto others won’t incarnate your imaginative inventions, idiots. My beef is with the country’s corruptors collectively, not a bunch of bitch-ass badge boys by themselves that are expendable to everyone superior to them or who seek to supersede them. In other words, this ain’t about no-name nobodies with nothing to live for. Once more, you will never, in your fuckin’ lives, be as important or impactful as me! Obviously, misery and mindlessness are many motherfuckers’ default dispositions, and they act like always being agitated and argumentative are admirable attitude traits. No, miss or mister, you’re merely a miserable motherfucker. The planet doesn’t owe you peace of mind, and neither do the people inhabiting it. But you owe it to yourself to protect your peace and prohibit pettiness, puerility, and pusillanimity from effecting it. Yes, dodging the Devil is definitely difficult, but surrendering to Satan is sure to permanently prevent peace. If the punk-ass police and their partners in pusillanimity want peace, pussies, please! And soon…
Omniscience