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Everybody’s Stupid, CLV

For the record, I haven’t read any of Charlamagne’s books—not one. If you read something in one of Lenard Larry’s books that resembles something that you’ve read on my blog, it’s possibly a coincidence, or because he’s such a big fan of mine, it’s highly probable that he got that shit from me—allegedly! I’m not real big on fandom. And honestly, I don’t really like Charlamagne. Sorry, sir! All these niggas are haters, and they’re all insecure. Like I’ve mentioned before, if I read anything, it’s either something about history, scientific studies, or things based on facts. I don’t care to learn or memorize other people’s opinions, unless it’s quotes from Confucius or someone of his stature. Charlamagne is just some nigga from South Carolina who talks shit for a living, respectfully. Additionally, Charlamagne is someone who admits to lying regularly, then he went and wrote a book about how everyone should stop lying. Like, get the fuck out of here! I don’t want to be friends with you niggas, so I don’t care how y’all feel about me. It’s not that I’m a miserable person, I just don’t like you motherfuckers, period! Moving on, in my day-to-day life, I spend a lot of time thinking and chilling. And that’s especially the case after being stalked and harassed for months. I know who I am, so I know when it’s time for me to stay away from people. Everybody has their breaking point, but luckily for me, I’m resilient and highly disciplined. We’re all human, right? There’s over eight billion of us here, and likely a few extraterrestrials roaming amongst us. Why should anyone want to be more like you? I don’t give a fuck about people to the point where I mind my business and have very little concern about what other people are doing. On the other hand, there are people out there, some who know me and others who don’t, that have allowed their childish curiosity to put them in the worst possible position—in my crosshairs! Imagine a stupid motherfucker trying to tell me who I am after becoming more confident in themselves while reading my very honest words. My niggas, we don’t have anything in common! Obviously, I think and feel differently than most people. I’ll never feel like I have to prove anything to anybody, which is why I’m able to not give a fuck the way that I do. And I’m saying that to help you all understand where my perspectives originate. Essentially, y’all don’t matter to me—for the umpteenth time. There are people who rely on the approval and acceptance of others for their confidence and sense of self-worth, and there are those of us who believe you’re all stupid for thinking your approval or acceptance should factor in to our confidence and sense of self-worth. How many of y’all understand that? Moreover, how many of y’all think you’re unforgettable? Some of y’all have been around far longer than I have, you will never have the impact that I already have, and I’ve barely started! Deviating a bit, I wonder how Jessica Reid is doing. If any of you know her, send her my prayers. And I want to send a shout out to all the survivors of freaky-ass niggas. Charlamagne, I’m smarter than you, bruh! And I know that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, but I’m the only me, so stop! Do y’all know that you can be insecure about many different things? For instance, hearing people praise someone for being better than you at something that you imagine you’re great at, especially when you’re already envious of the person being praised, can kill your self-confidence. What do y’all think I’m insecure about? Talk it over amongst yourselves, then keep being bitches and throwing subs at me. Y’all know what the fuck is up—not one of you niggas want this talking-to! And don’t worry, I’m going to keep giving you reasons to look up to me.

So, Will Smith and Martin Lawrence are literally going all around the world to promote their newly released film, “Bad Boys: Ride or Die”. Recently, Martin has been a subject of widespread concern for speculation that his physical and mental health are declining. Just observing Martin during interviews, it ain’t hard to tell that he’s not the same person he was a few years ago. Martin’s eyes are slightly discolored, his speech is slurred, his smile is crooked, and he doesn’t seem to have optimal cognitive function. Personally, Martin looks drunk to me every time he makes a public appearance. But even if old Marty Mar was drunk all day, every day—and not suffering from declining health or recovering from a medical emergency—that would also be cause for concern. However, because I’m not a nosy motherfucker, I don’t need to know exactly what’s going on with Martin, I just hope that he gets the help he needs—if he needs help. Additionally, it’s great to see Will Smith back on top. Admittedly, I still believe The Slap was fake. But even if it wasn’t, I could never hate The Fresh Prince. Have you ever wondered if Jada has been abusive toward Will? I’ve never believed that Will Smith is soft, he’s just secure and hasn’t ever felt the need to overcompensate like bitch-ass niggas. But I could see Will letting Jada get away with a lot of manipulative and vindictive behavior. Will doesn’t seem like he likes to argue or fight with his partner, and I’d bet that he has exemplary conflict resolution skills. Notwithstanding, after Angelina Jolie alleged that Brad Pitt was physically and verbally abusive to her and their children, it seems ever more prudent to avoid judging books by their covers. But enough rambling. Am I lame if I’ve never watched a Keith Lee or Kai Cenat video? Well, if declining to consume content that doesn’t interest me makes me lame, I’m going to stay that way. I’m not a bandwagon rider, and I don’t even like being a passenger, honestly. I believe that dissenters, like me, are more important now than ever before—because the internet got you motherfuckers trained! Y’all do whatever the algorithm tells you. Have you ever seen Disney and Pixar’s Wall-E? In the critically acclaimed animated film about the detriments of humanity’s debilitating reliance on technology, every living human was morbidly obese and ridden to hovering chairs that transported them everywhere. And because we’ve always lived in a world where contrasting a hive mentality makes you abnormal and ultimately unaccepted by the masses, once advanced technology begins to streamline every aspect of people’s lives—which is right around the corner—it’s only a matter of time before Wall-E’s premise is exemplified. A few posts back, when I begged people to use their imagination, I was pleading for everyone to be more creative and distinct. In my opinion, nobody should allow anybody to dictate their personality, interests, actions, reactions, goals, desires, preferences, or anything else. But hey, if you’re only comfortable doing what people tell you to do, or doing what everybody else is doing, then do you. Diverging slightly, like I said in the last post, I’m not an entertainer. And just watching some of y’all on YouTube, I can tell that you’re acclimated to accentuating your representatives over your true selves. Having to be fake makes me cringe. And even when I feel like it’s sensible to mask my true feelings, I hate having to do it. Going back to what I was talking about before, how often do you feel obligated to prove yourself? Weak-ass people will always want you to value their opinions. Whenever someone challenges you to substantiate your claims or stances on things, they’re suggesting that your merit is determined by their validation. Needless to say, again, I don’t give a fuck who a motherfucker is, who they think they are, or who they’re supposed to be—fuck what they talm ‘bout! If you’re a hater or naysayer, you can suck my dick till you choke, then kiss my ass after a fresh shit before I wipe. That’s it! Peace.

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