If you never asked how you could protect the coming generation against the ease and comfort you lack or the pain you suffer, this recording is not for you.
The Flukes
There is no possible world I’m not sitting in my East, which means there is no possible world there are no flukes in the West. How I want to be left alone by the flukes, uncomfortable in their fake unnatural positions, who stalk me.
The Troubles
If I see a problem like when I see blue without black, be ause they are so proximal, they’re inseparable, I know it is an impossible unscientific worthless racist exclusion. it is a historical evil. Yet it confronts me everyday. I don’t scream about it. So then I ask, “But how did they get that so called white?” That’s impossible. I dare you to make that white do something. Make it moves. Lies. Yet I don’t go about expressing this ignorance. I yet wanna be less irritable, more communal. These are question I eventually answer in my works. The Troubles, the real troubles are people who think they can physically intimidate me however much. They in fact harass me everyday. This my irritability. Stupid people who think who gets to harass, without cause, someone who truly intimidated them without force.
The Truffles
Those are stalkers who simply feel entitled to something because society says it so despite the reality against them. They’re the so called special-special, snow flakes, XYZ the 52-69IQ chooses because the generates stole blue from black without any reckoning for the repercussion for such scientifically degenerate acts. So, they can’t truly change shit for shat for any reason in the world.
The Digital Creeps
Stolen monies are never to be forgiven, then you must creep till you die or give back what you stole. That is some inevitable logic. For years now the creeps have been trying to erode economic my path for monies of the past. I was hoping there will be dignity and decency at this point with WRAY, but clearly, still not known. Time will never forget and I won’t forgive. I know what being true to my hardwork is. I know what suffering is. I will never forgive. If you stole a penny from me, I suggest you give it back and stop trolling my digital steps to cover up shit. May we all get what we work hard for and deserve in the end. Amen
The science
It is such a that science becimes the evidence of itself. If science cares who said and did things first even if things are lopsided and incorrect, nothing good, decent or dignified will ever happen in life or nature. It’s like communism-tramping, demeaning, commonalizing the ability of an individual for the purpose of all does not achieve anything. Expression matters in freedom so freedom matters. There’s an African adage that says fools sleep together and face the same way. Why? Because they won’t cover the direction the enemy is coming from. I don’t care. No wonder they need to be woke. Crazy, no wonder the Caucasian is a ruthless brute. Still believe some of the shit he said, the so called, evil, racist scientist? You’re a bonafide idiot. So, I don’t care. I care but that WRAY must do his job or someone else should(Voters, how important is doing your job before you go vote? Now, that ain’t rocket science.). This is my life and I have suffered for my life. In fact, still doing so. My readers, I need to be protected from these stalkers. I deserve it so. Thank you for being here.
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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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