Fundamental, foundational facts are difficult to dispute, right? What’s the defining, distinctive difference between facts and feelings? I’ll let the plagiarists and phonies draw their own dumb distinctions differentiating the truth from empty emotions. But my next question is, can folks’ firm or fickle feelings about facts distort or downright destroy others’ outlook on or observation of facts? And the answer to that question is, yes! Ignorance—whether intentionally ignoring information or being innocently ill-informed—makes misunderstanding, misinforming, and misdirecting completely common. If seeing significance in something requires recognition and acceptance of facts, and someone simply doesn’t care about anything associated with whatever said something is, their feelings for said something are basically based on the idea that significance is relative to one’s appreciation and acceptance of facts. So, indifference and ignorance go together like comprehension and concern. Interacting with intentionally ignorant and willfully wrong people is always the same—totally tiresome. And there’s a clear connection between ignorance and intransigence, stupidity and stubbornness, that fuels feuds and is factually frustrating—which makes it worth recognizing and accepting if you’re fond of focusing on facts. The fact of the matter is, stupid people seemingly only see significance in instances and information that intelligent people perceive as insignificant. For instance, there’s this thing happening in battle rap right now where guys who generally gab and gossip about battle rappers gabbing and gossiping in rap battles are confusingly claiming that they’re tired of all the typical tumultuous, tit for tat tough-talking that all battle rappers and battle rap bloggers are always anticipated to do. And the fact of the matter is, that doesn’t make any motherfuckin’ sense! If there’s no significance in sitting somewhere or standing on stage strongly stating sentences about shit that you see as significant, why are y’all doing it? And if you’re not tired of back-and-forth banter, why are you arguing against it? To the homewrecking homie—the bucktoothed boul—who had the fake fight with the barred-up Brooklyn brawler, I ain’t watched an entire rap battle in a minute, but I caught a clip of you saying something slick which was seemingly a sly snub toward me, and the Bardashians were in the background looking super sad—like they knew something sneaky was happening. Ladies, yes, I’m highly hurt by your cold, calculated colleagues working with their own eternal enemies to psychologically pummel and pain me. As y’all know, before the bullshit, I was positive and polite—mostly. I’m a lover, and I proudly perceive fighting as a violent vice for immensely insecure imbeciles or a survival solution in life-and-death situations. Feeble-minded, fragile fools fight for frivolous reasons, like when they fear the humiliation of being exposed as a super sensitive sissy who is often offended by being told the truth. Like I said, these nonsensical niggas aren’t smart or strong-minded, and my smarts and strength make motherfuckers feel diminutive and dumb, so seeking support through like-minded/small-minded sympathizers revitalizes them. It’s simple psychology, something simpletons see no significance in. My question is, even if there’s some measurable strength in numbers, why the fuck would I partner up with a bunch of bitch-ass, bussy-bumping batty boys when they had to team up in funnily failed efforts to stop me from succeeding?! With y’all lying asses! And if you’re not struggling and striving to stop me, why are y’all fucking with the Feds? Once more, hip hop’s favorite podcaster taunted and trolled me with intentional, instructed indirect insults for months before I even responded. Nonsensical and no-name niggas, stop sneak dissing me as if I’d even be paying y’all petty, puerile patooties any attention if your friends, the Feds, weren’t taking over my timeline and bombarding me with bullshit that’s strategically scripted to mess with my mind. Still, shout-out to Couture, and I hope she plays Jaz like J. J. Johnson tooting the trombone. Your Honor, the Feds found it funny to have some of the most gabbing, gossiping guys in black culture allusively attack and subliminally slight me angrily and aggressively, as they think that me staying steadily smooth under pressure and letting stupid shit slide are sure signs of weakness. But they’re willfully wrong, as it’s obviously the opposite. And soon…
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