Liars like leading lives where learning less lessons lessens the likelihood of them needing to recognize reality. For example, to accomplish avoiding actualities, liars like finding fellow fibbers and frequently frustrated fools to validate their dishonest disposition, as exclusively affiliating with assimilating assholes enables liars and deceitful dummies alike to detach from reality and divert their thoughts away from the fact that they fail to focus on facts. And in reality, dumbness, deceptiveness, delusion, and denial are all associated with mentally ill, miserable, meddlesome motherfuckers. Unfortunately, there are traditions meant to make misery mandatory in learning life lessons, as almost everyone’s elders believe that surviving struggle and strife shows strength—acting as if circumventing complications is a wusses way of surviving and sustaining success. Miserable motherfuckers be like, “No, don’t do it the right way the first time! Fuck up first so you’ll know how defeat and disappointment feels. Shit, if I did it, so should you! It’s not fair that smarter people persevere and prosper where I failed and faltered! Everybody should be as miserable as me!” Yes, even parents, providers, and protectors want you to be miserable with them. People are stupid as fuck, but I’ll expound a little later. Oftentimes, pathetic people aren’t even slightly similar to their personal perception of themselves, and that’s why witnessing others with the characteristics that they crave crushes their confidence. If liars lie to themselves the most, that’s where the delusion derives from—self-deception. You can consume these repetitive reminders and alter your attitudes and approaches to align yourself with something similar to the self-image you seek, or you can continue to let lies lesson your lesson-learning. Anyhoo, I’m still suing! Your Honor, this sad situation is definitely difficult, and it’s taken time for me to temper down. Honestly, I’ve been bottling up anger all my life, trying to be better than the big, bad bitch-ass bullies of the world. Like I said, if you don’t resonate with or relate to my mentality, it’s because you’re not as smart and strong-minded as you perceive yourself to be. Pathetic people pretend proudness by projecting powerful personalities with traits that they don’t actually possess—often mistaking aggression for assertiveness and being easily offended and argumentative for demanding respect. You’re a bitch, sir! That’s why everything always affects you to a disturbing degree. As I mentioned in the previous post, the country’s chief conspirators are so super sensitive that they had a rambunctious rapper write a song—full of fighting words—about me being “sensitive” that was meant to make me mad, believing that very valid outrage at O’Shea’s offensiveness would prove their punk-ass point. Your Honor, these hateful humans are relentlessly retarded, like I said. For the record, I know exactly who I am. And no, the Feds and their flunkies failing to force me to hate myself didn’t help heighten my self-awareness at all. Once more, fuck y’all, kill your motherfuckin’ selves, and I hope all y’all fuckin’ die! Now, if you’ve been served scripts or provided prompts pertaining to a present or “gift,” there’s a silly story related to that which the Feds obviously want me to tell. Again, in stealing my stories and making them very viral, the conspirators clearly believe that me telling the truth about my experiences will either make me seem like a copycat or cause objective observers to think that I’m overacting to ordinary occurrences. So, about two years ago, I received a notification showing a tracking number for a package projected to be delivered directly to me that day. However, I hadn’t ordered anything. When I inspected the information included with the tracking number, it said that the package was coming from New Jersey—if you know, you know. With that, I immediately assumed that something sneaky or stupid was happening. So, aloud, in the presumed privacy of my own home, I stated, “Oh, the bald-headed bitch must be sending me a gift.” At this point, I’d already alluded to, if not conclusively communicated, that I knew I was being “secretly” surveilled. Later that day, the package said it was delivered, but I didn’t receive it. I filed a lost or missing package claim, just to see what was up. It turned out that the package was delivered to a neighboring residence eleven digits off from my address number. When I talked to the ridiculous representative from the carrier’s office, he rage-baited me, asking me if I’d received the package after I’d filed a claim, told him seconds before that I never got it, and following his own admission that the package was delivered to a different address. And now you know, that thing with Trump claiming that Iran provided a “present” is fake news—a stolen story. And it’s not the first fictitious story that the Feds have given virality to about the ghosted “gift.” Your Honor, what am I supposed to do when these weak-ass weirdos won’t admit to wrongdoings and hate honesty? They act as if me spotting their spies and giving insight on their illegal investigation gives them permission to proceed and legalizes their lawlessness. This is stupid as fuck! But I believe I can change that. So, soon…
Omniscience