In being the brave, bold, brilliant bearer of bad news that I was both chosen to be and consciously chose to be, I’m surely shy of shame when stating that staying stuck in slavery shows that African-Americans’ ancestors were not nearly as strong-minded as traditionally-traumatized sympathizers suggest. In my opinion, resiliency requires resistance against formidable forces, and complacency after capitulation through convenience isn’t commendable. Nearly two and a half centuries of the same shit should’ve sparked something stronger within the collective of slaves, but they couldn’t change. Why? For the record, socially-superior Caucasian citizens of the “Land of the Free” are the laziest liars in human history! Slaves cooked, cleaned, drove, drudged, built, babied, sewed, styled, created, cultivated, and much more for the sunlight-sensitive sacks of shit that crazily considered said slaves useless and unworthy of lovable lives. And racist retards regularly, repetitively doubt their own demoralizing delusion and self-destructive self-deception to this day. History has a way of worsening wicked ways, as it’s a recurring reminder of how change can’t come easy. And obviously, weak-ass white people hate hard things so much that they’ve historically exploited everyone around them to avoid bearing the burden of hard things. For the record again, armies and military might wouldn’t be necessary at all if humans had better brains. And it’s history—enthralling, exciting, empowering stories of wrathful warriors and hardened heroes—that makes miserable men feel like fighting for “what’s right” is highly honorable. But what if fighting ain’t right? Just so y’all know, my mind is made up, and I’m going to conquer the world! And like I said, ain’t a measly motherfucker on this perishable planet who’s strong enough or smart enough to stop me! Now, back to the basic nature of Caucasian culture. If I’m Chocolate Christ, which I am, what the figgity fuck are relentlessly retarded racists going do with themselves? Will they call me “Jiggaboo Jesus” and deny my doubtless divinity? Will they burn down countless churches and start serving Satan in disbelief and disapproval of God’s selection for a “second-coming” son? What if I’m humanity’s last hope? Do you know what symbolism I see in Caucasian Christ’s crown of thorns? I see the symbol of an imprisoned mind—like barbed wire fencing surrounding some sad slave’s nightmarish, noggin-numbing personal hell. For the record once more, I’m not sacrificing shit that leads to the loss of my life, especially not for hateful humans who can’t conjure the courage to change. I’d rather crucify than to be crucified, but because I’m Chocolate Christ, that’s not necessary. Per my personal experience, I’ve learned that learning life lessons in a fortunate fashion and timely manner is something that “God” deeply desires for its cherished creation. And whether you’re currently conscious enough to notice or not, praying people are punished for forgetting to stay strong when times are tough. If change can’t come from conservation, and seeking a savior without being willing do what Jesus would do is typical and traditional, why keep praying without practicing what praying people preach? That’s sort of silly, right? Are you part of the problem if you aren’t actively pursuing what you’re praying for and prayer hasn’t historically fixed the problem? What if nothing new has happened in a war-ridden, wildly wicked, wasteful, worsening world because before me—Beau Amoureux—nobody new existed? Anyhoo, the “N” word is trending for like the trillionth time in human history, and for folks who stay “sick and tired,” it sure seems like staying stuck sick and tired is something that y’all look forward to. This is where history has its way of worsening wickedness, because the tradition of ignoring innovation, rejecting revolution, evading evolution, and circumventing change keeps y’all stupid asses stuck! Honestly, I sometimes miss the days where I could comfortably sugar-coat shit for fools, but I’m also completely comfortable changing. So, fuck that! And notwithstanding, deep down, sparing feelings was steadily somewhat of a struggle for me. At the end of the day, words are just words, and entitlement makes many mindless motherfuckers believe bullshit that’s ultimately unrealistic. For example, only a stupid-ass bitch would believe that it’s impossible for them to be a stupid-ass bitch, which is why the stupid-ass bitch would do stupid shit—which would make someone refer to them as a stupid-ass bitch, right? Again, that’s just an example. How the fuck are folks offended that folks are offended by their offensiveness? By the same token, why are outraged objectors often offended by inoffensive instances of free speech—the same free speech that they believe entitles them to do what they’re speaking against? Y’all don’t make no motherfuckin’ sense, man! Fuck outta here! Hip hop is a culture, not an ethnicity or color, and “nigga” is a typical term utilized universally within it. Therefore, I—Chocolate Christ—approve of light-skinned liars like the Bronx bullshitter saying something that is engraved in his essence as a seasoned cultivator of the culture. Black people weren’t the only slaves, they weren’t the last slaves, and they are still fuckin’ slaves. So, there’s that. “Why do I call myself a nigga, ya ask me? Rememberin’ the days that’s past me. Yo! Never givin’ niggas a chance to rest. The ghetto, is like a fuckin’ survival test… If yo’ livin’ situation makes you wanna get a gat, that’s ‘cause you’re livin’ in the days of way back!” Niggas, y’all know exactly who the fuck y’all are, right? Good! Because soon…
Omniscience