My readers, do you know there is a higher probability I know the Asian relatively than the Hispanic? My brown is from black, the others are bland. The Hispanic brown is blander than the Asian’s. And the Asian is not me. How the freak in all impossible hell is the Hispanic me? None of them are in my primary pool. I can’t fool myself therefore I can not afford to fool others. My mind is my integrity, the sanctity of which matters to me ( Or a rapist will name me crazy and the other rapists will support it). It’s best I am crazy in my own space…
The Caucasian male on the other hand always fools himself because lighter is always better, progressive and ever going the speed of light and fast. His immersion is different from mine. My progress goes opposing to his. Mine is that nature is perpetually smarter n the beginning and whatever the changing end is. I value life, nature, humanity and freedom above all else. And the last thing I will foster is harm, not for pride, not for money, not for any of that shit that couldn’t save my life when I almost died but me.
Do go your lighter is better way or whatever the crack you think that means away from me. To find out what you can never take with you, find out what you demeaned yourself to steal. If I am out of some space that’s yours, you must be out of some that’s mine. Nature forbid you don’t know what space you’re in. Amidst all these funny things and more terrible repercussions to come, where is my money Wray, Garland? Funny things. Something is perpetually funny as sure as I am Elizabeth Holmes.
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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