Stop listening to stupid motherfuckers! Again, the tradition of teaching typical and traditional traits, trades, thoughts, and things derives from desolate and deprived times—when education and experience were pigeonholed to particular voices and villages. Hunting, home-making, hatred-harboring, budgeting, brainstorming, laboring, life-loathing, stressing and sustaining sadness, always acting angrily and admiring antagonistic attitudes and aggressive approaches to small situations, fishing, fighting, recipes, regretfulness, etc. are traditional teachings that help and hurt everyone’s evolution. Fortunately, most societies are significantly more sophisticated than those of our primal past, right? Like I said, a lot of y’all mommies and daddies definitely raised fools, it’s just that all y’all are too stupid to know it! Get the fuck out of here! Speaking of learning lessons… Your Honor, these mentally ill, miserable, meddlesome motherfuckers thought that they were teaching me something by epitomizing the supreme stupidity that I’ve been eloquently explaining past pigeonholed perspectives and traditional teachings since I began blogging. To repeat, ain’t shit that a stupid motherfucker can tell me! And once more, the Feds have been following and fucking with me for quite some time. These “touchless” torture tactics, the psychological purgatory that the punk-ass police and country’s chief conspirators throw targets into to stimulate suicidal thoughts, are a time-honored tradition of theirs. And it’s the idiotic idea that the law—rules and regulations permitting or prohibiting specific shit—allows acceptable levels of lawlessness when punishing people that makes mindless miscreants comfortable conducting conspiracies. I was watching “The Shield” while walking on the treadmill last night, and Chiklis’ character—a cruel and callous cop—shot and subsequently slumbered an undercover agent during a bullshit bust. The agent was working with cops to catch crooks, while simultaneously “secretly” surveilling shady cops—chiefly Chiklis’ character. While him and his homies were huddled at the hospital, alongside some sympathizers praying that their partner—the admirable agent—pulled through, the cold-hearted, crazy cop stepped forward and seemingly sadly stated, “I’m responsible.”, after the agent was announced dead. Remember, Chiklis’ character deliberately deep-sixed the double agent after discovering his duplicity. So, the crazy cop told on himself, then sinisterly suggested in an interview after the admission that in being “responsible” for the deliberate death, he was notably negligent. Your Honor, that’s what’s happening here—the country’s most crooked cops are lying, laughing about it, and living life like consequences are only for crooks who ain’t cops! Again, you weirdos won’t win! Where’s the rocket science in lying a lot? Shit, even babies learn to lie to circumvent consequences after several spankings or perpetuated punishment. Like I said, you’re not clever, you’re childish cowards who conspire and co-opt co-conspirators to circumvent consequences and change. Traditionalists think growth is gross, conservatives think innovation is icky, and liars think consequences have the cooties. Your Honor, as long as these immature, insecure adults don’t live with their parents, in their underdeveloped brains, all pettiness and puerility is fair game. Maturity must mean merely making money to y’all, huh? “Being broke is childish, and I’m quite grown.” Again, shout-out to Mr. Beyoncé—the billionaire who built empires. But the massive majority of y’all are just nonsensical niggas and nondescript nincompoops who’ve mastered materialism and serve sycophantically to stay sell-outs. Sorry, not sorry. Still, like I said, if the so-called secret society exists—which is what we’re witnessing in the conspiracy against my colossal consciousness—black billionaires are privy to the particulars. I don’t do deals with devils. But y’all gon’ pay, pals! Anyhoo, it sucks that the co-conspirators are chit-chatting celebrities and pontificating podcasters who talk to popular people for a living but the prospective most popular person in the world (me) will never entertain their exploitative endeavors, huh? You’re fucking with the Feds, working with the weak-ass weirdos, parleying with the punk-ass police, and are lying like they do! Get the fuck out of here! Your Honor, the country’s chief conspirators are trying to drive me crazy enough to end it all, and the co-conspirators are collaboratively and consistently helping them. But soon…
Omniscience