It’s crazy my readers, it really is. If I knew someone who is just like me but of opposing gender then this will be easy. I know myself and my aims. The ease and trivialities of modern dating , swapping this nonsense right and swapping this nonsense left. My readers, blue is the realest closest thing to black , there is no way I am forsaking it and no way I am letting some unintelligent evil woman steal my life from me.
I am wrong no doubt for all you degenerate idiots out out there of trivialized cheap mind. You fools can have all the worldliness you want. You cross my path, it’s your head. Let alone the intellectual ridicule you’re still yet to suffer. Whatever do you care? There is plenty of right beautiful women or there. I was conservative before the trauma. I am more so now in a more potent and lethal form. I don’t ever wanna be right. So wrong. Some say their good love is dating around with beautiful women, glass of champagne and good food.
That’s not my good life. And I have stated it categorically that narcissists can not be loved. They can be adored, praised and worshipped but they can not be loved. Loving a narcissist is like loving a convoluted conundrum of evil and harm masquerading as good. Worse, your good, while you’re the evil. It is a sickening thought. It’s like having the world’s most uncaring selfish thieving epitome call you a thief. Unthinkable. Sickeningly unthinkable. In this coming year may all the good spirits of this universe rally around me and support me against all the evil narcissists in their approaches. May someone of kind heart and loving spirit be my guide.
My readers, wherever you are in the world, I will never want to hide a book like CTTD in print versions behind some backdoor at a Bluesie jazz comedy fest. Do not make me something other than human and humane with my books. Give your support. CTTD has been a lesson in law. Justice must be achieved. Give your support and hold on to the relativity.
Raising one’s hands down existentially once is a definite degenerative disorder ( a cluster B factor). The degeneracy of raising one’s hands down existentially twice should be listed as a DSM 5 genetic and mental disorder, and the inability to raise one’s hands existentially as “imbecilic throughput schizophrenia”—ade ronke
On January 7th 2026, I was stalked, harassed and arrested by the state police. The reasons for this is, in my view, the intellectual and daring proclivities in my book, A Case in Point. There are other reasons to be stated in this book. If every indication of my life doesn’t suggest this to you my readers, it is calling it: if I wasn’t to be me. would I not be dead? But I am cognizantly alive by my own recognizance. In other words I was arrested for being who and what I am. What is to follow is false imprisonment, and a true story of great injustice and ceaseless attempts at cover up while I meet unsavory criminals along the way. If this hadn’t happened to me, I couldn’t have conceived of it. It happened to me. I must go beyond mere conceptions. PLEASE SUPPORT THIS BOOK FOR PUBLICATION
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