Of entitled stupidity and privilege

I understand how some people feel sometimes. The stupid media allow stupid people to say a lot of stupid shit all the time. Stupid people sure can yap shit. So my readers, let me know if I ever become degenerate to my life to my cause, what I say and explain seems to be against reason. That will be death for me. Not a hypothetical situation—a blond white female call a young autistic black boy nigger. So, hypothetical situation, a blonde white female wants to sit on the black seat where I am seating. In fact, she wants to pick and choose where she sits and I say, ‘should I give you room, I mean were sitting on black’. She never sits here. I own my points, I migrate them beyond her comprehension. MY back is black and red. Her point is red. I don’t sit on the red point. I don;t live in the red house, oooops, white house. But you must understand my readers, these horrific unnatural things need to be corrected by an intelligent scientist, must it not, HARVARD, YALE? If I stretch my hands to the side, don’t see red , not going towards it. I bet you can ask the blond the same. Seeing what you aren’t on you is dementia and schizophrenia. and others as such. That shit science must end. Especially that shit worthless thoughtless science theory of everything in an extremely wicked privileged world.

There is not existing God that can cover up evil. And there is the case of existential dirtiness which can never apply to me in my own space. I know who I am related to. I own my light. Now my smart readers, phantom dirtiness when you now know red goes towards the thing you call white, which is also red. Harvard is going to analyze this for us. I am the nigger here in my pool and I eat with my kind sitting down. And I am not unkind to them despite them being extremely unkind to me. I am not unkind to the Caucasian either despite his terrorism and hatred. I have to try my best to live and get along with people like anyone. It is the case of theft that says someone is a trouble maker. My readers , I am still a troublemaker, lets make me more so, so we can hire the best forensic auditor money can buy. Clearly the red carpet needs to be redesigned so starving people who never want to be who they are can get psychotherapy sitting down…do they call them actors and actresses…they can also sit down and eat with their real familly familia and such …calling people nigger in my space and then asking to sit where you don’t have the ass or space to sit (as yellow is a third phase burn)is a sickening unthinkably scientific abnormality…much as stalking people whose life, labor and liberty you’re stealing is an imbecilic thoughtless disease.

Last but not least, HARVARD, YALE, OXFORD, CAMBRIDGE, and the rest who are suppossed to be the smartest among us, calling cover core and core cover in the case of the differentiating x for theft and shit science is so scum, I spit on you and all the yet to be uncovered lies you’ve told to destroy natural truth and humanity. My readers , help fight entitled stupidity and privilege which opressees people and breaks the human spirit by supporting the free books for life cause and helping me fight evil, harm and injustice.

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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