On trust-an essay for real time

I have already told you that I don’t believe in there coming out of Africa  bullshit. it definitely did not happen. if you have a brain and you read the last alw chapter you know it did not happen. I also have to tell you this absolute fact. No one can survive a biological existence in real time. I never forget that death is forgetfulness. what can happen on the other hand is that an artificial entity.  a machine can survive you, the natural entity by destroying you in real time. That about concludes the story doesn’t it? Take this as facts. these people are liars, this so-called scientists are evil demented liars who care about nothing but themselves. if you want to hold a proper conception of what that looks like just look at Trump. you can hardly believe in what they say about you. this simply cannot be trusted. I should write a plenty essay about trust shouldn’t I my readers, sometime in the future, say, 2027? It’s true what they say. Loyalty matters. You should always support who you can trust.

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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