Ranting is cathartic, right? Welp, I’m still angry—and actually getting progressively angrier as time passes. Harassment has a very unambiguous definition from a legal aspect, and it is generally defined as perpetual undesired pestering, pressurizing, or predatory conduct. Have you ever had worrying encounters with wonky weirdos? I definitely have, and hip hop’s favorite podcaster is the weirdo of the century! Playing the victim plainly makes you even more pathetic, punk. I try to be careful about what I say, especially knowing for a fact that the Feds are reading, watching, and listening. Trump’s fiasco with the Secret Service conveys that contemporary federal agents really suck at their jobs. And I think it’s because modern people aren’t very imaginative, despite how dishonest and deceptive they are. For instance, a good federal agent would enter a high-stakes situation assuming that some Call of Duty-type shit might jump off, because psychopaths are characteristic of video games’ overdramatic violence, and an imaginative agent would be ready to “L2 + R2” any motherfucker without a name tag over their head! But I digress. Aside from your encounters with weirdos, how much of your behavior do you think people would deem weird? I think that there are levels to weirdness, and everybody is blamable for bizarre and bothersome behavior. But I also believe that condemnatory people will always find reasons to condemn people for being peculiar and dissimilar. If “perception is reality,” interpretation determines one’s perception. And a great distinction between intelligent and unintelligent people is intelligent people’s ability to acquire and acknowledge diverse interpretations. For instance, as an intellectual—and regardless of my sexuality—I apprehend that many transitional and gender-fluid humans are both born with and develop into their sexual ideations. And per my inclusive interpretation of freedom, I apprehend and defend everybody’s faculty to act independently—without extrinsic influence. Do you know how I know humanity is fucked? It’s because too many humans interpret intelligence as their power to form their own thoughts while being offensively oblivious to the fact that they’re virtually incapable of thinking for themselves! If I were in the mood, I would roast the fuck out of humanity right now, but I’m too angry. Are you ever weird on purpose? When I think of intentional weirdness, I imagine a person premeditating an event intending to unsettle or upset someone solely for entertainment or emotional easement. Diverging slightly, in popular news, Louisiana’s beloved lamebrain, rapper Lil Boosie, recently declared that he disallows his lesbian daughter’s same-sex partners from visiting his residence because he fears that the assumed confusion or adverse influence of two females being in a romantic relationship will “contaminate” the perception of love to his other impressionable children. And when a mindless motherfucker says shit I like that, the first thing that comes to my mind is “that’s fucking weird!” There’s nothing overtly negative or noxious about victimless love. But there’s something obviously corrupting and calamitous about victimizing and hatred. Influences are embraced from all affecting experiences. And teaching your children that it’s appropriate to object to their sibling’s harmless lifestyle choices is essentially empowering them to despise and disrespect their sibling, and said sibling’s sympathizers. Do y’all understand how much conflict is caused by people’s delusion and defiance? Unquestionably, Boosie thinks he’s intelligent for understanding that a penis ejaculating into a vagina is the most natural and hassle-free way for the eternizing of human life, and for the perpetuation of his bloodline. Peep the sarcasm. And without question, Boosie is disregarding the fact that his adult daughter isn’t going to discontinue her distinctive and instinctive desires to defuse their differences of beliefs. So, if you’re so deluded that you defy the inevitable—meaning that your loved ones making their own choices is an inescapable inevitability—is a divergence of beliefs worth conflict amongst said loved ones? If Boosie had unconditional love for his daughter, whatever makes her happy would give him rejoicing and reassurance. But Boosie’s open opposition to his daughter’s sexuality is a premeditated attempt to unsettle and upset his daughter in hopes of his hatred influencing his daughter enough for her to renounce her lesbianism. I don’t care who you are, that’s weird as fuck!
Is it time for another conversation about boundaries? My aunt, the pathologically lying one, is the type of nuisance who likes to beg to be included in shit, just so she can complain about how burdening helping people is. Some people believe that their worth is determined by their willingness to be selfless, so they selfishly impose and intervene—oftentimes at the hesitancy of the ostensible beneficiary—with the intent to manipulate people into believing that imposition and intervention are selfless. Again, y’all are being manipulated all day, every day! Boundaries are important because they inhibit manipulation by introducing limits to which outsiders are involved in your decision making. Boosie doesn’t want his daughter to be happy with another woman, so he’s attempting to manipulate her by claiming that his love as a father supersedes his daughter’s love for same-sex relations. Boosie would love for his daughter to believe that no woman would ever love her as much as he does, despite the fact that his ostracizing objection to his daughter’s sexuality is an unloving act. I mean, don’t shit on me and tell me I have a nice tan, right? Blood relation isn’t a life sentence. And distance is a great boundary. I wholeheartedly believe that Boosie’s daughter, Iviona Hatch, would be better off without him in her life. When people want you to hate yourself, they don’t fucking love you! Plus, people are backwards as fuck, as we live in a world where being private is considered weird by people who believe that they’re entitled to know everything, and that their opinions should dictate strangers’ actions. In my opinion, everybody is so nosy and judgmental because they’re aching for anxiety-alleviating comparability that proves everybody has a reason to hate themselves. And hatefulness is frequently just the projection of self-hatred that’s meant to cause the hated to acknowledge the hater’s observation of their equivalent hate-ability. Briefly, hating is usually just the pot calling the kettle black. Oh, everybody does it, so don’t shout a “hallelujah” for something that everybody needs their asses whooped for! Do you know why dishonest people hate honesty? It’s because they hate being honest. And they hate being honest because they hate admitting how much they hate themselves. “I wish I was a little bit taller. I wish I was a baller. I wish I had a girl who looked good—I would call her. I wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat, and a six-four Impala.” Short-ass, broke-ass, no pussy getting-ass, no magic performing-ass, carless-ass Skee-Lo hated the fuck out of himself, y’all! But at least he was honest. What do you hate about yourself? Better yet, do you love yourself enough to enforce boundaries that prohibit haters from manipulating you into hating yourself more? Boosie is a hater, and he doesn’t want to see his daughter happy being herself! What type of shit is that?! Moving on, J. Cole seems to be near his final form, because his impressive feature verses on Tee Grizzley’s “Blow for Blow,” Daylyt’s “A Plate of Collard Greens,” A$AP Rocky’s “Ruby Rosary,” and Tem’s “Free Fall” are indicative of an influx of inspiration. It seems like J. Cole either has a point to prove and he’s more focused than ever or has reached the point where he realizes that he has nothing to prove and he’s coasting. Regardless, I still anticipate that “The Fall Off” will be J. Cole’s best album. And I’m not too proud to take the “L” if K. Dot’s to-be-determined project ends up being better than “The Fall Off.” Yes, I am predicting that, sonically and lyrically, “The Fall Off” will be superior to Kendrick Lamar’s upcoming album. And if I’m wrong… who gives a fuck? Are opinions conversation pieces or consequential particulars for you? I wouldn’t be mad if this period in history was officially dubbed “The Opinion Era,” because everybody’s talking these day. I’m not telling you to shut up, I’m just saying you should consider it. Peace.