A fuck you (hip hop inspired) letter to those who just can't admit, that the conspiracy kids, actually knew their shit!

Regarding those that I love who are now full of shit, like OJ and that damn, too small, bloody glove, no I will not acquit, or just quit, you can all suck a dick. Yeah your on the dream team which means you're makin' up shit.  

These people I speak of, were not strangers to me, or unaware of the 9/11 conspiracy, of which I speak. I'm unique, mind you, to mind me, when I speak, I was once their third eye, now they payin no homage to me. Yeah, payin me no mind, flipped on a damn dime, and did it in record time! No respect, for any of my endeavors, man whatever, I'm ninja, you're the shredder, cas they think they're so clever. So I wrote you this letter.

Or how bout that fact that I didn't just focus on that. They just don't give a crap, and paint me, as a novice at my best, while those who know who's in the know, they just show me much love and respect. What the heck. Y'all are breakin y'all necks, from the mental gymnastics, can I get a mic check, better yet, the whole damn world needs a sanity and vanity check!

Horrendous what y'all do. In one foul and fowl swoop, they just pooped on the idea that I was right and just swooped, on anything else that I do, just one who has flew, over the coo coos nest, I'm not fucking impressed, your insults hurt a bit, but I think of you less, not half as smart as a fart, man just give it a rest. 

Tryin ta poo-pooh, all the shit I went through, that you can't deny, I deep dived, and delved, myself up into. The Young Turks said it worst, but I'll say it the best, damn right I'm better than you, and the shit that you spew, bitch I'm more when your less, no facts when you pressed, puttin me to the test, what the hell you expect, anything less than the best. Always been on the top of my game, nothing's changed, please refrain, from even sayin my name, cas when put through the stress, always acen my test, got an ace up my sleeve, cards held tight to my vest.
 
9/11 was now essentially a one off event, not in any significant way, related to that which followed or preceded that date, the day they seeded the hate, of those with opinions that won't go away, when we realize their real lies, with real eyes, keep our eyes on the prize, their surprised, when their lies, they just lie, in a dumpster on fire. Just like their damn pants, with ants crawling inside, cas their dirty inside, their disturbed troubled minds, do a dance, do a jig off the stage, cas the lip syncing caught and displayed, yet they still wanting paid, Mili Vanili, it's silly and so damn depraved. Like winning an Oscar award, then fightin on the stage.

America was just fine, why you say that you now have to be makin it great? Again, you not a friend, if when the goin gets tough, you go hard on the things that I've been, devoted to, while you, were just cool, with just goin' along, to get along to a new, day, while I hoped and I prayed and toiled away, gettin' wheat and the chaff to please just separate and not just wish it away. While you slept, I was up, reading books, dirty crooks,  lookin' up all the facts, I could dig up from the cover uped graves where elite secrets lay. Man it took, makin' people get shook and gettin' dirty looks! Honing skills to better compare and contrast. Honestly, my ego is not very frage, but it's all just the facts, you should look up to me in these times being had, while you kissing my ass! Man this shits really sad. 

They can't believe it, its circular logic and needed, otherwise there might actually exist a nefarious global agenda that requires we to defeat it. Too big to fight, so to join ranks was needed. My Trump defending and dot connecting was too big in scope and devoid of hope. It implied vast media and government collusion, all to lie about just one guy, because they were the enemies and he was on our side? C'mon guy!

I thus knew Jack shit about politics, and the fact checkers, essentially debunkers, professional (pseudo) skeptics, were now right about everything, except maybe 9/11?

Logic and critical thinking were a known source of my pride, in directly related and ancillary issues, but who knows why? Because I can't be right about the scope of our plight! I must be wrong, so I can't be right! They could take a closer look, but they don't have time!

After all, the unquestionable stats are here. So your paranoia can't be lent an ear, when it's time to soak our whole minds all the time up in fear. 

What you sought to avoid from the paranoid, you avoid still ironically resides right here. Try to keep at bay what you can't keep away unless you get rid of the mayhem and dismay, of they, who brought it your way. 

But that's not a kind state of mind in which ones mental health will be fine. Why is your fear porn sublime, but you can't see mine as anything but a damn thought crime? 

Because trust the science, it'll all be just fine. Or perhaps you would be surprised, to learn, that the evil plans I have churned in my mind, to my guts they did burn, are easy tides to be turned. How many times to get burned, before we all learn. That a house of cards is not a stable or firm, place for agendas to reside or their makers to hide, that might take our lives, our freedom, or pride. 

You know some in power are dupes like you, in their mind their firm, but their pride would burn, if they stepped outside the box, in their minds to admit they were complicit to the lies, knee deep in the shit, that many lives have expired, who were denied, the option to learn, that the bill of goods, might in fact bad, it would make them so mad. Worst cognitive dissonance migraine that you ever had, since the time the first guy had a head that felt like, some other guy just punched him in the eye and he cried and cried. You will cry a river of tears. If you rather not face your foes but take inside all their projected fears.

Big tech censors of those who weren't jab defenders, was assumed to be a fringe minority, but that requires pretenders. Because those other experts and their claimed facts were dismissed outright without looking back. 

If you can't see it by now you must be high on crack, like Hunter, Whitney was right that shit's really whack, and on this you can bet. A globalist agenda called the great reset is an existential threat! Twitter runnin' scared and upset. Because their condemnation fears real investigation. And that ass backwards thinking, a poor excuse for claims of being one who is really a thinker. I will forgive, but eugenicists with depopulation plans will not relent, until we stand up, get em off our our backs, send em to hell, and they have try to get right with God and repent!

The evil is so in your face, you might think it's actually been made so that it's allowed and heaven sent, so when, we see it again, we will not soon forget. Despite disguises and lies it's pretty easy to see, that the COVID 19 is a scheme and not cured by vaccines. 

And the side effects are worse than the thing they were sent to get rid, of, in fact it's a curse, oh let me guess some more just alleged, facts you ain't heard, I'm just so absurd. Like the other conspiracy guys who predicted all these these things would come to pass in short time and lives would buried in dirt. Keep turnin up right, but you can't swe our plight. Prophets are an alternative excuse, if you just cannot do what you needin' to do, and admit that a broken down clock is a better predictor of truth, than you too, when your bein' a stooge and playing their fool.

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