Let’s get cookin’ with kerosene for a minute and talk about agnotology. I think it’s a subject worth givin’ a little bit of time and effort to, since the whole basis of it is not givin’ time and effort to the things we let slide.

AGNOTOLOGY: THE SCIENCE OF KEEPIN’ FOLKS DUMB ON PURPOSE…..

Now this right here, this word, this weapon-Agnotology-is one of those fancy syllables, the dictionary word that refers to the study of how ignorance is made. It’s not the absence of knowledge, but the construction of it. See, ignorance doesn’t just happen like moldy bread, it’s brewed, curated, and in most cases, SOLD.

Agnotology has been bled into us through the mask of three disguises. There is Native ignorance, Chosen Ignorance, and Manufactured ignorance. It’s not what they’re teachin’ in schools, at least nothin’ I’ve heard about and if kids don’t see it on TikTok then they’re not searchin’ for it it. They accept the information being fed to them and take it for gospel, and that is what the feeders want. For people willing to dumb themselves down and accept the facts of a subject the way they’ve been “manufactured.”

Now, Native Ignorance is that you just don’t know somethin’ yet kind. You don’t know somethin’ until you need to know it, search for the truth, or have a reason to have the knowledge. Nobody is born knowin’ how to build an engine or dissect a lie, until you need to know it. The knowledge is out there if you choose to go searchin’ for it. That could be anything. Hell, you don’t know you love Indian Food until you roll up to Kashmir’s one day and put a hurtin’ on that buffet. That chicken curry and pakoras are hittin’ and your taste buds are rockin’ out like a Thumper & the Plaid Rabbits reunion. Now you know you are gonna’ make time for more Naan in your life. So, try new things, expand your horizons, learn what you didn’t know, and figure out the things you never knew you liked.

Chosen Ignorance is willful as hell. This is the kind where truth is right therer on the table and people just push their plate away ’cause it don’t taste like comfort or fit their Sunday narrative. There is a lot of that around here, and hell, let’s face it, every fuckin’ where else too. Take Amish drivers for instance. Most of them are eager to drive them anywhere they want for that mileage money, knowin’ they’ve sexually abused kids, or droppin’ someone off at a facility against their will, ’cause they have chosen to block out the facts that are right in front of them. They KNOW what they’re doin’ is not only immoral, but illegal many times, but they have chosen to think that they are just a driver. They aren’t Amish, so therefore they can’t butt in to how they handle problems like rape cases, it’s different, but they slowly sell a piece of their own soul to accommodate their bank account, leading to a life of justification. Hell, many times the drivers are just as bad if not worse than the Amish committing crimes, that is why they took the position, so they could get a slice of whatever they were serving. How many pedophiles do you think drive the Amish and you know they’re not worried about someone being on the sex offender registry. Most of them would be on it too if the laws were fair and just.

Most people know what is going on behind those blue curtains of an isolated community, but they’ve chosen to be willfully ignorant so they won’t be forced by any morality they may have to actually do anything. This not only says a lot about one’s character but exposes the depths of laziness the world has succumbed to. Don’t rock the boat is code for Chosen Ignorance.

Then there is Manufactured Ignorance, and this is a slick one. This one is cooked up by suits, pulpits, politicians, and algorithms, all stirrin’ doubt and silence like a big pot of bullshit idiocy. They don’t want you thinkin’ darlin’, they want you OBEDIENT. How the hell can you control your flock if they have independent thinkin’? That’s ludicrous. How do you think the Amish have been around this long? Manufactured, Chosen, and Native Ignorance all rolled into one.

They have girls/women with the mindset that they are subpar, that somehow they are supposed to be led by the men who couldn’t find their way out of a wet paper sack most of the time. These souls are born to serve, clean, be abused, lay on their backs, push out kids like a Ford Motor Company Assembly line, and keep supper on the table while slowly losin’ her fuckin’ mind hearin’ a bunch of dirty, squallin’ kids all day. This has been ingrained into these girls since birth and most of ’em end up marrying the first dude who looks at them sideways ’cause being a 21-year-old “old maid” is a worse plight than shreddin’ your vajayjay’s life span with a bunch of big headed ‘requirements.’ The Ordnung, or Amish rule book wants those wombs to be workin’ overtime, pumpin’ out big numbers so they can keep this facade of humbleness for the Lord goin’. They don’t care if someone ain’t cut out for parenthood, or if they are strugglin’ financially, or how being isolated with 20 goddamn youngins’ would make even the Pope lose their fuckin’ mind. They’ve manufactured this way of thinkin’ so that this group thinks that their only way to heaven is by sufferin’ and followin’ the Ordnung. It’s chosen ignorance that they’ve not decided to pick up the Bible and learn anything for themselves because they’ve been told “Not To.” Yep, the bishops have told these people not to delve too deep into the word of God, for THEY will tell them what it says and what it all means. Reading too much into those pages will only confuse them, but the truth it, reading too much into the pages will only INFORM them, or at best, enlighten them.

Religion? Oh, she’s the trickster in this dance, the hoe that everyone has willfully chosen to overlook, but keeps givin’ their money too. Religion can fight agnotology when she’s chasin’ the truth or feed it like a sow at the trough when she punishes questions. The Bible has got both the cure and the disease; wisdom and willful blindness all bound in leather and contradiction. One page tells you to see truth, the next dares you to ask too loud.

See, I’m the kind that does ask. Hell, I question everything. Because the times I didn’t, when I let motherfuckers’ gaslight me into silence, I lost pieces of myself. Like that July in 2021, when some fuzzy-headed caseworker in a cartoon-ass shirt rolled up my driveway, clipboard in hand, actin’ like she was CPS cock of the walk with a damn laminated badge and a KSP officer trailin’ behind her like a lost dog.

Naw, she rolled up in here to torment somebody ’cause the Amish are good at tellin’ lies. It’s second nature to them. Actually, I’d be lyin’ if I didn’t say it was FIRST NATURE to them. Their first instinct is to lie, but this was a different kind of lie, it was disgusting and filthy, and when I realized that at the bottom of their core, they have no shame, no morality, and if there is a Heaven, they ain’t gonna’ be in it. When a mom uses her child as a sexual pawn to get her way, she ain’t shit, her brother n law Mose ain’t shit, her mama ain’t shit, and the motherfuckin’ wannabe social worker ain’t shit. You are a CASE worker, nothin’ more. You got fired from your last job for impersonating a position you didn’t have and couldn’t get, so simmadown’ clown, hell, you can’t even spell. I read that report and it was givin’ second grade energy, like your outfit.

So, there I was, mindin’ my own business kickin’ it with Emmie’s son while he was on the road at the time and here comes this sleazy civil servant and her tag-along trooper try to “retrieve” the child over some Amish lies. That’s when it hit me. Agnotology ain’t abstract. It’s real. It’s when people choose the lie ’cause it’s easier than truth. It’s when systems rewards the rumor, not the receipts, and when good people stay quiet, ’cause raisin’ hell might cost ’em comfort, their church friends, or their job title.

I learned how corrupt our town and surrounding counties are when this same ratchet ass caseworker lied her ass off. I understand she has a mental illness and a tanorexic, which if you know you know about those bitches who are addicted to the tanning bed and think they look good. Heifer, you didn’t look any count to begin with, and that leather hide ain’t helpin’ your cause. I learned you can go to jail just ’cause somebody chooses to make up a story on you and if the whole fuckin’ courthouse is either related or marinate at the same Catholic Church, then no matter what you do, say, or facts you give, they’ve already found you guilty. Mason County is corrupt, plain and simple and I’m not swaying from that because I know what I know and seen what I seen. I would think a daughter prosecutor and daddy county attorney would be a bad enough conflict of interest, but don’t even get me started on the shit Kelley Clarke got away with, provin’ he was lenient on sexual abusers because he had his own “issues” which is what got him fired, though not arrested. (allegedly) I mean, did he send a picture of his “gavel” to a co-worker? I don’t know, that’s what everybody said. Did he get arrested for the ill shit he was doin’ or sexual harassment, not that I know of, but people tread along willfully ignorant and allow victims to receive no justice so those in charge can look out for the ones they favor. See how that works?

IGNORANCE AIN’T BLISS, IT’S A BUSINESS…..

Well, I’m not built for quiet. I’m not the kind to hush my sass or smooth my edges to make small minds comfortable and I come from a long line of loud bitches who can’t stop, won’t stop! Not to mention, after what we’ve been through and what we’ve seen? I’m done playin’ nice with the devils who wear Sunday shoes that double as “official” shoes.

I’ve poured thousands into attorneys who act like they’re auditionin’ for a damn soap opera, Oakley & Oakley, bless their billable little hearts, told me “Do this, do that, they’ll dismiss it, cause if you don’t, you’re gonna’ get 90-days.” It was already illegal what they were doin’ but they’d done too much and gone too far, but against my better judgement, I listened to him and others, and it ate my fuckin’ guts up to do it. Mason county is corrupt, the Fleming County CPS is corrupt, but give a bitch a clipboard, or let a bitch get hired ’cause her daddy is county attorney, and all you have is a nepo-baby shit pot out here payin’ their rent by actin’ a complete fool. Do not think you’re about to get due process or justice in these parts, they’re notorious for doin’ whatever the hell they want, but sometimes that hammer falls when you least expect it, I wonder if they’ll be ready for it? They ain’t workin’ for truth, they’re workin’ for each other.

Every one of ‘em played their part. The public defender who barely looked up from her lunch order. The attorney who told me, straight-faced, that I’d have to pay for my own jury. The judge who recused herself faster than a possum in headlights, no explanation, no warning, just vanished like a ghost with a gavel.

It was rigged, honey. Stacked, slanted, and sold off. When a county runs on backdoor handshakes and bloodlines thicker than ethics, the rest of us ain’t citizens, we’re their bread and butter, the peasants who keep their system fat. So yeah, I say fuck ‘em. I’ll keep sippin’ my Sazerac at sunset, let the sugar dissolve on my tongue, and keep torchin’ that whole polite facade, because ignorance doesn’t survive when people expose the truth.

You want a receipt? Here’s one: it took just one person who refused to do the right thing when Emmie’s daughters were abused. Just one coward with a badge and a Bible. And that one act of silence turned into an avalanche, a full-blown snowball of manufactured ignorance, rollin’ right over decency and due process. However, it exposed the hardnosed ugly: these small towns aren’t just crooked, they’re infected. The same men who swear oaths to protect the innocent and uphold the law, are protectin’ each other instead. Behind every courthouse door and every “praise Jesus” handshake, there’s a network of predators in pressed shirts, smilin’, prayin’, and plottin’.

One day soon, I’ll release those records. Every transcript, every half-truth, every sanctimonious sigh, and when I do, y’all will see the monsters sittin’ right next to you in church, the ones clutchin’ hymnals with one hand and hidin’ their crimes with the other, they’re usually the ones in charge of the collection plate.

It’s heartbreakin’, truly. ‘Cause there are still good souls here, good, hardworkin’ people tryin’ to keep their heads up while the same five last names play God with the courthouse keys. They’ve built their power off the backs of the poor and the silenced. They don’t want equality; they want control. They keep folks broke, broken, and beggin’, just so they can swoop in lookin’ like saviors. They don’t want new jobs, strong economies, and see their neighbor elevate, because they somehow think that takes money out of their pocket and food off their plate, which is woefully untrue, but peasant mentality. Of course, if they started generating more money and higher incomes, programs like Gateway would lose some of those millions they’re rakin’ in to indoctrinate your kids. (allegedly) The more money you make, the less you qualify for programs that aren’t good for you anyway, funny how that works.

Let’s call it plain, this ain’t salvation, its subjugation, and these towns? They’re dyin’ slow deaths under the weight of their own corruption. What’s left are a few empty storefronts, a courthouse that’s more gossip hub than justice hall, and tumbleweeds that’ve seen more action than the sheriff.

Ignorance ain’t bliss, doll. You just told yourself it was, ’cause believin’ otherwise would mean facin’ the truth, and facin’ the rot.

THE RECKONING AIN’T COMIN’, IT’S ALREADY HERE….

So don’t mistake my fire for fury; it’s focus. Every word I write is a matchstick, every truth I dig up is kindlin’, and this whole corrupt circus is about to meet its pyre. I’m not scared of the dark anymore ’cause I learned to light my own way.

When I said I’d release those records, I meant it. The names, the signatures, the omissions, the lies, all of it. This isn’t vengeance; it’s vindication. ‘Cause when you’ve seen what I’ve seen, when you’ve watched justice take a nap while predators preach, you realize silence ain’t golden, it’s collusion and even though there are some great people here, they’ve morphed into each other and somehow all seem to have the same brain, the same way of thinkin’ and the same ability to look the other way when they should be facin’ shit head on.

The good ol’ boys who think they own the hollers and hold the keys to every courthouse are protectin’ a kingdom built on secrets, but they tend to have a shelf life. When we get banned from a store that was illegal, you realize they are protectin’ the Amish for some reason. When they fail to tell the community that they were buyin’ old meat and cheese from Lengacher’s who didn’t even have a sink to wash his dickbeaters, it makes you wonder how that article didn’t make it to the front of the paper? So weird. There’s a lot going on around here, and everybody is fine with being ignoring the reckoning.

In 2021, Emmie still believed in justice, bless his heart, and he thought the system was fair, that truth mattered, and that his family, no matter how broken, would at least draw the line somewhere short of evil, but he learned rather quickly that that was not only untrue, but he never really knew them in the first place. Nor, had he met the evil bitch known as Family court, or seen how holiness turns into hustle when you threaten the hierarchy.

Emmie’s own blood sold him out like thirty pieces of silver wrapped in self-righteousness, and when you open that portal to use your own brain, it happens to everyone who eventually leaves. They’d already stolen his business, tried to have him locked up for ownin’ a damn phone, and now they’re out here preachin’ like God didn’t already revoke their moral license, not that they had one to begin with. The same brother who couldn’t keep his hands off other people’s property struts around callin’ himself a man of the cloth, while his wife’s bleedin’ from emotional wounds they don’t speak about or care about. As a matter of fact, they call her crazy and indulgent when she spends too much money, while ignoring the fact that she was gang-raped by multiple family members (allegedly) and still has to break bread with them like it’s a normal fuckin’ Tuesday. I guess they don’t sell as much arsenic as they used to, not sure. I guess they don’t see a rat problem in their midst’s. All they know is “Forgive and Forget” like the manufactured ignorance they’ve been indoctrinated and brainwashed to believe cures everything. Yeah, all it cures is the possibility of sending the predators to jail or hell, where they should be. Nobody gives a fuck about the victims, and this woman has clearly seen her share of victimization, but all she is now is the crazy lady conducting her own bloodletting to rid herself of their skin crawlin’ on her. Forgiving and forgetting ain’t faith, its willful ignorance manufactured by a group who used it as mind control and gaslighting to get away with their bullshit.

Let me tell you somethin’ about the Amish clergy: they ain’t “called.” They’re cornered. They’re handed the reins of religion the same way a drunk’s handed a microphone at karaoke, loud, off-key, and they’ve been convinced by gaslighters with seniority that it’s their duty, they have no choice but to preach, do it or get shunned. So, riddle me this, how can you preach righteousness when your own foundations built on lies and abuse? When you watched your nieces and others get sexually abused and looked the other way like a 2-inch dick havin’ coward with balls to match. How can you talk about Heaven when you’re the goddamn devil incarnate? Everybody knows that if there is a Heaven, none of them motherfuckers are gonna’ be there? These imposters who think they ARE God, the seer, the all-knowin’. These imbeciles who were taught appearance is salvation, and that right there is the high altar of manufactured ignorance.

See, Emmie learned the hard way that being the quiet man don’t get you the cheese, it just gets you walked over. The peoples he was raised with and learned from trusted that his upbringing and passiveness would continue to make it easy to twist that knife, and his ex, he never knew that woman. It was all lies, manufactured so he’d keep workin’ hard, believin’ his was gettin’ to heaven so they could keep profiting from his bank account. His ex, who couldn’t find her way to a water spigot on a good day, let her evil navigate her all the way to family court so she could play wounded matron in a witness chair. That would be chosen ignorance, when you know better, when you know you’re doin’ wrong, but know that doin’ wrong gets you the results you want.

If you pay attention in stores and your surroundings, you’ll question more things, like why do Amish women buy so much KY Jelly? Why are you hoarding all the toaster strudels? Why do they have beards? There is so much goin’ on behind those closed doors, but everyone is so willin’ to take things at face value.

Amish kids aren’t raised, they’re groomed, trained to obey, to work, to serve. They’re employees in plain clothes, conditioned to stay dumb so the bishop stays rich. Their mothers? Professional martyrs. Their fathers? Self-appointed gods, and the public eats it up, the whole “simple life” charade. The buggies, the bonnets, the butter churns, all props in a Broadway of Bullshit. They’ve sole America a fairytale while they’re out here buying helicopter insurance and for all we know, SMML insurance for their sinful practices. Oh wait, they wouldn’t need that, ’cause the only people they sue are English people, even though they claim NOT to sue. Lies lies lies. What is SMML, well, it’s insurance policies for their own sins. Sexual Misconduct & Molestation Liability Insurance. An insurance policy to cover the cost of their crimes, it’s financing their own predatory behavior. It’s pimp theology, sin now, bill later.

Meanwhile, we’re in a county with no jail, payin’ Mason County to house our criminals while our leaders slap “closed facility” signs on justice, but they’ll break ground on a $30 million school like it’s the cure to ignorance, teachin’ kids about Christopher Columbus, that genocidal sex trafficker, as if he was some holy explorer instead of history’s most overrated abuser. Hitler who? Christopher Columbus was the real deal in sadistic fuckin’ monsters, but he has a whole day to honor him, like does anyone in America in charge of this mess have a fuckin’ clue? We might as well have National Slave Owner’s Appreciation Day, ’cause they weren’t ALL bad, they only beat and terrorized the ones who didn’t listen. All men were created equal; except the ones they owned. Essentially, Columbus Day is National Slave Owner’s Appreciation Day. You see what I’m sayin? Ignorance is policy now. It’s taught, bought, and sold with taxpayer’s money without their consent, and with moral cowardice.

Don’t get me started on the racism. These folks still use that slur like its punctuation. Half of ‘em couldn’t see their own feet if they looked down from having Dick-Done Disease for so long but think they’re the superior and mighy race. In case you’re wondering, Dick-Done Disease is when yo’ belly is so fat, your dick done disappeared and you need a fishin’ lure to pull it out enough to take a piss. Maybe get off the soapbox and get on the treadmill. That goes for the Amish too, ’cause them bitches are the professional racists. Ask any Amish child, they’ll say the “N” word like it’s the first word they learned. They’ll hide incest behind religion and call it purity, but they’ll marry their cousin before they’ll shake a black man’s hand.

Let’s not front, ain’t no black woman in her right mind signin’ up for one bath a week and a man who smells like horse sweat and patriarchy. Not today, not ever. Betta’ keep that cheese dick in your own horse stall.

I’ll give credit where it’s due: me and Emmie have had our share of reckonings. He had to learn that a strong woman ain’t a threat, and I had to learn that sometimes a sharp tongue cuts too deep. I’m not perfect, I’m a storm in heels, a non-care-bear on a mission. I care too much yet not at all, and that’s my power I guess. I have no fucks to give, but I give a lot of fucks. Maybe that’s mental illness, and it could be, but what I do know is, when I truly don’t give a fuck, I could care less if you live or die. If your family gets the rot and is taken out by the plague. I simply do not have the capacity to care when you have wronged me. Maybe it’s genetic.

Following the crowd ain’t always willful ignorance, sometimes it’s survival, but once you know better, and still stay quiet, then that’s on you, and that is what has killed America, outsourcing our conscience. Handing out free will to preachers, politicians, and family names like they’re in God’s HR Department. We’ve given too much freedom to churches who have used that 501C3 like a money laundering retirement plan, and trust me, count the churches in our communities, count the millions they’re rakin’ in, then look around at how much they really do. Payin’ someone’s rent every now and then, handin’ out some free clothes somebody gave them, or lettin’ the real heavy hitters use their parking lot to give away food then take the credit for it doesn’t really count for much. That big building, that land they own, the tax-free money, how is it disbursed back into these poor communities. We should be asking the preachers more pertinent questions, like, why do you expect your followers who spend and hour or two a week in this building, to foot all the bills, because one thing for sure and 10 things for certain, if they lost their home and needed a place to stay, you damn sure ain’t gonna’ let em’ camp out in the sanctuary. How many people are runnin’ around here homeless with all these empty churches sittin’ there lookin’ pretty with a dumbass sayin’ on a sign like that is gonna’ bring a person closer to the Lord. How about sayin’, if you are without shelter, you are welcome here. If you hungry, please come to our kitchen. If you need money, guidance or a pair of shoes, let us seek to help you since we get a tax grift to do just that. Same with the police. Don’t stop somebody walkin’ on the side of road and attempt to arrest them for “breakin’ a stupid fucking law” and instead ask them, do you need help? Are you out of gas? Are you hungry? Homeless? A time traveler? Too many egos out here who haven’t been humbled in their life to know that being down on your luck doesn’t make them drug addicts, or villains. It’s a hard fuckin’ life these days, it’s just easier for churches and the police, ’cause they’ve manufactured enough bullshit to keep the money movin’, but most ain’t gonna’ help nobody with shit, ’cause they have to hoard that shit for themselves.

The Amish, they built an empire of ignorance, tellin’ their people that thinking for themselves would only confuse them, and it was sinful to question anything, so don’t delve too deep into the word. THEY would tell you what it said and what it meant, for only a chosen few should have all the knowledge, otherwise, how would you decide who was controllin’ who? So, of course that was a good mind-control trick to keep people from learning what was in the book they were supposed to be livin’ by, but if they’d ever read the RED letters for themselves, they’d realize that Jesus wasn’t a bishop, he was a rebel mystic who called out the powerful, broke bread with the outcasts, and told folks that God lives INSIDE them, not behind a pulpit., but you’ll never hear that in church, because churches, like the Amish, thrive on control. Keep ’em poor, scared, and dependent. Keep ’em quiet, small, and most importantly, that they keep on givin’. It’s imperative that they know they must renounce their last cent in order to manifest their heart’s desire, and if you say, well, what about the benevolence ministry preacher man, can I get some of that moolah? Can the church see that I am down on my luck, doin’ my best, but in these financial times, it ain’t enough, but the church gets money given to them tax free to help others, so why must a person be forced to prove their worthiness to the likes of them, and just HELP.

The Amish out here livin’ their best 4029 life and gettin’ perk after perk, including the ability to use their children as slave labor, but they wouldn’t piss on you if your guts were on fire. They claim to look out for each other, but that’s not really the case either, or as a general rule, most Amish hate each other. They are always fightin’ and tend to move away when they can’t stand the bishop anymore and can’t deal with the rules. I’m surprised there are so many waning around here now, but they’re all related and hate each other, and nobody else wants them in their community.

Amish church isn’t motivational, it’s anti-motivational. They don’t want you inspired, they want you in line. They don’t want thinkers, they want followers, and that y’all, is the heart of agnotology, the willful breeding of blindness, the weaponization of ignorance.

Now, lemme’ drop a hot sermon dipped in hot grease, bourbon, and brutal honesty. Let’t talk about The Lodge, The Chruch, and The Lie. Let’s talk about Freemasonry. This thing that ain’t a religion, it’s a brotherhood with more discipline than half the pulpit I’ve seen. They don’t sell salvation, they don’t beg for tithes, and they sure as hell don’t need a choir to feel holy. They’ve got morals, rituals, and rules, yes ma’am, but the only real requirement is that you believe in somethin’ bigger than yourself.

That’s it. No “sign this creed,” no “kiss this ring.” So, y’all can think what you want, but I know that this alone sends churches into a full-blown theological meltdown.

See, the Catholic Church been side-eyein’ the Masons since 1738, callin’ them a rival system, “indifferent,” “dangerous,” “too equal.” Pope Clement XII said membership was forbidden and could land your soul in grave sin, and the Southern Baptists, who have just as many sexual abuse claims as the Catholics they fight to cover up, followed suit, waggin’ their fingers and whisperin’ “incompatible,” while the Methodists stood there in the middle, blessin’ both sides and sayin’, “We’ll pray on it.”

Why all the fuss? Because Freemasonry don’t need religion to make moral men, and that scares the hell outta’ the ones cashin’ checks off salvation.

The Masons keep their doors open, their books balanced, and their receipts public. You wanna’ know where their money goes? Shriners Hospitals. Billions poured into kids’ surgeries, prosthetics, burn care, real, tangible miracles. Meanwhile, half these megachurches can’t tell you where last Sunday’s offering went, except maybe to a new LED screen for the preacher’s stage or a “missions trip” to Maui, and hundreds of thousands that find its way into the walls after insurance claims have been claimed on it like Joel Osteen, but not the Masons baby, they are the real deal.

Let’s talk about hypocrisy in holy drag, ‘cause everybody loves to scream about Masons until their baby needs surgery. I’ve seen Catholics and even Amish fucks walk right through those Shriners’ doors, hand outstretched, grateful as can be, and not one of them paused to ask where the funding came from. Willful ignorance at its finest. Everybody’s righteous until they need help. Then it’s “God bless the Masons” and “please save my child.” Well, maybe not God bless the Masons so much as, God performed a miracle, yeah, off the sweat and financing of the MASONS!

You wanna’ talk about transparency?
The Grand Lodge posts their financials online.
How many churches you know do that?
Exactly.

Now, about that little dust-up over my “state worker blog.” Folks got offended ‘cause I called out laziness and BMI like it was a national security threat, and I was in my feels about some comments that were made. I was quoting some literary analysis, it’s called affective fallacy, judging a piece by your feelings instead of its meaning. Don’t project your insecurities onto my syntax. I was talkin’ about nobody specific and everyone equally, including myself. We all have insecurities and sometimes we let those muddle our forethought.

I wasn’t draggin’ anyone in particular, just the system of mediocrity that keeps too many people clockin’ in, clockin’ out, and dyin’ of boredom. I’ve been there. Worked for the state. Waded through the red tape so thick it could suffocate a mountain lion. Sat through those safety briefings where we spent ten pages talkin’ about ladder safety while Rome burned in the background.

That’s what manufactured ignorance looks like in khakis and a badge, all paper trail, no backbone. A place where ambition goes to die and innovation gets buried under policy binders, but that’s what happens when people trade their purpose for a paycheck, when they convince themselves that surviving is the same thing as livin’. It’s not.

So yeah, I write when I’m fired up, when I’ve seen too much nonsense and heard too much bullshit. It starts to weigh on me. My wounds are my rebellion, my therapy, and I cannot apologize for that. I don’t mean them as weapons, at least no more than police who use their batons as an act right stick. If my words burn you, that’s because truth’s got a high flashpoint.

I want people to start thinkin’ more and following less. To look around at the things they’ve forced you to believe as gospel, and ask yourself, what is your truth. Look into your own communities and ask yourself why Gateway is the only program for children and why they accept kids too young to talk. Research how much they receive in grant funding, along with other places in this area, and yet, it’s still considered a food desert, because of the income disparity. Have you ever asked yourself why they have this elaborate judicial center built for a Roman emperor, that virtually has no use, or an elementary school being built that is already over budget and YOU have to pay for it, yet, the literacy rate in this area is atrocious! These kids are not reading on an appropriate level, and they sure aren’t being challenged to aim higher than that, and it makes you wonder, if head start where many of the kids start their academic lives, has any inkling on keeping these kids unmotivated. It seems funny to me that this institution receives so much money, yet, what do they really do but babysit your kid and insert their nose into your child’s medical situations, by pushin’ vaccines, dental and doctor visits and whatever underlying thing the government requires them to do so they can get that money. It’s all allegedly, but I would be askin’ questions. I paid $1500 a month for preschool and my daughter ain’t talkin’ to me. 😁and that’s okay! She has her own mind, she’s been raised to know wassup and I trust her to do her thang and realize some fucked up shit when her lesson has been learned. She is not a follower, maybe to a gaslighting deadbeat she calls a boyfriend, but otherwise, I think she’s good. If she ain’t, she’ll get good, but it’s not a head start mentality. Y’all need to stop trusting these agencies that you “qualify” for, ’cause free ain’t always better, it’s usually attached with some fucked-up strings. Just start teachin’ your kids how to read! Please. They don’t’ deserve to be morons because you think it’s somebody else’s job, or they just learn automatically. No, make them crave knowledge, books, going to the library for a nice book and not play games on the computer. Collect novels, not couch pounds from hours of Roblox. Stay informed at the school, question the money, the literacy rate, why they are more interested in the sport’s programs than the debate teams and state levels. Do they want to keep the kids undereducated because there is more funding in “special programs?” Trust me when I say, they’re collecting millions and some of these kids are guinea pigs. (allegedly)

THE FINAL WORD: WAKE THE HELL UP!

So, here’s what it all comes down to, agnotology, religion, Freemasonry, government, and every self-anointed savior in between-they all orbit the same damn sun: power through ignorance. Manufactured, chosen, native, it don’t matter the flavor, it all tastes like control. They feed you comfort, fear, and faith like its soul food, and you eat it ‘cause it’s easier than chewin’ on truth, or you’re too willing to put your life into the hands with sinister agendas and grovel off the bullshit of propaganda they force-feed you like a dimwit.

But truth don’t melt in your mouth y’all, it burns going down.

Every system that claims to save you profits from keepin’ you scared, silent, and confused. They say “trust us” while pickin’ your pockets, “forgive” while hidin’ predators, “pray” while ignoring pain. The world runs on willful ignorance, and it’s the most dangerous fuel there is.

So, stay awake. Stay bold. Stay hungry. Question everything, the preacher, the politician, the parent, and the part of yourself that still wants to please people who ain’t earned it. You already have the map, it’s your gut, your intution. That quiet little hum that doesn’t need a Bible verse or badge to be right. That’s the God within’, that is the universe tellin’ you that your soul is alive, it’s not guilt or the devil, it’s your navigational beacon. Follow that, always. The day you stop askin’ questions is the day you hand over your freedom, mind, body, and soul.

Because your intuition is the compass they tried to steal from you.
Your fire is the sermon they fear, and your awareness, well, that is relentless curiosity, the revolution they can’t legislate.

Let the churches count their tithes, the Freemasons build their hospitals, the state write its grants, and the small towns shake their backroom hands, but you? You stand ten toes down in the truth, ask the questions, and teach your kid at home if you can and teach them to question everything. Show them things that schools won’t, go to museums, travel, and don’t let a grant whore of an institution suffocate your child’s intellect with bullshit. Kids are sponges, don’t force them into follow the leader every day of their life until they have lost their imagination by the time they graduate, bring back adventure! Bring back outdoors, fun, play without tech, books, knowledge, creativity, because every child learns differently and I’m neurodivergent, I don’t color inside the lines. Ask yourself why so many “groups” are collecting millions in grants and tithes around this community, yet there are no activities for kids. There are no decent parks and ask yourself why Ewing is trying to hide the fact that some older kids forced a younger kid to get naked, not to mention the drugs on the playground, the used condoms and God knows what else. (allegedly) but, worth askin’ the questions. Why isn’t that news, because they would lose their funding? Sexual harassment and potentially assault is the willful ignorance of these schools now, like the literacy rates aren’t enough. I don’t have kids in the school, so I don’t know, but I would start questioning this rumor and see if the officials lie to you or admit the issues.

I’m not sayin’ be the Golden Calf (Exodus 32) When people started demanding a God they could see, it became contagion of conformity, Mechanism of social pressure, patience which equals bad judgment. Demand answers for your own well-being and your child’s. We all know that kids who are doing these things already and displaying sociopathic behavior are a danger to themselves and others, remember the case in Ohio when the teenager raped, murdered, filmed his acts in Ohio. He was a child, and still, after all these years, a complete and utter sociopath, psychopath, and danger.

Be the Prophets of Baal vs. Elijah (1 Kings 18), create some manufactured certainty, instead of discord and ignorance. Demand verification.

Pharisees’ “traditions of the elders” (Mark 7:6–13)
Jesus says tradition can nullify God’s intent. Mechanism: institutionalized rules replacing the heart of the law.

False teachers & “other gospels” (Galatians 1:6–9; 2 Peter 2)
Early churches are warned about persuasive but corrosive teaching. Mechanism: manufactured ignorance via eloquence and status.

• “Test everything; hold fast what is good.” (1 Thessalonians 5:21)
• The Bereans examined the Scriptures daily to see if Paul’s claims held up and are praised for it. (Acts 17:11)
• “The simple believes every word, but the prudent gives thought to his steps.” (Proverbs 14:15)
• “Do not be conformed… be transformed by the renewing of your mind.” (Romans 12:2)
• “Test the spirits.” (1 John 4:1)
• “My people are destroyed for lack of knowledge.” (Hosea 4:6)
• “The first to plead his case seems right, until another comes and examines him.” (Proverbs 18:17)
• “They deliberately overlook (are willfully ignorant of)…” (2 Peter 3:5)
• “If any of you lacks wisdom, ask God…” (James 1:5)

Those passages don’t sanctify blind following; they command discernment.

Any high-control culture (religious or secular) can produce agnotology by:

• Punishing dissent (“troublemaker,” “rebellious”)
• Gatekeeping interpretation (only leaders can “really” read)
• Social/financial penalties for questioning
• Overuse of “forgive & forget” to short-circuit accountability

Think two columns-what fights ignorance vs. what fuels it.

Religion at its best (anti-agnotology):

• Commands truth-seeking and self-examination (Ps 139:23–24; 1 Thess 5:21)
• Encourages multiple witnesses and due process (Deut 19:15; Matt 18:15–17)
• Elevates wisdom as a virtue (Proverbs; James 1:5)
• Honors conscience (Romans 14)

Religion at its worst (pro-agnotology):

• Silences whistleblowers under “unity” or “submission”
• Replaces Scripture’s core with traditions of men (Mark 7)
• Uses fear, shame, or excommunication to block scrutiny
• Turns leaders into untouchables

Believing the bible is not willful ignorance, No, not if belief includes the very discernment the Bible commands. Willful ignorance is refusing to examine claims, penalizing questions, or excusing harm in the name of loyalty. The text itself repeatedly warns against that.

Faith isn’t a blindfold; it’s a lamp (Psalm 119:105). If somebody insists you keep it dim so their story looks holy and lit up, you turn your lamp on with a 2000-watt lightbulb baby and tell them to go fuck themselves! Truth doesn’t wilt under the light, control does.

I’m not here to entertain-I’m here to wake the sleepin’ and warn the willin’. I write for the ones who’ve been silenced, gaslit, dismissed, and damned for askin’ questions. My words ain’t soft, I’m not soft. I’ve been through some thangs, seen some thangs, did some thangs, so now I don’t give a shit about some thangs. All this is sandpaper for the soul, meant to scrape off the varnish of deceptions and leave you raw, real and ready.

I’m the daughter of grit and grief, the voice that don’t tremble in courtrooms or sanctuaries. I’m what happens when Southern charm gets tired of being polite.

This is my ministry: truth over tradition, justice over reputation, and light over every dark, comfortable lie we’ve been spoon-fed since birth. Emmie says he’s done fightin’, he lost his spark because he still hasn’t seen justice, and his kids are still being abused but I wake up every damn day piss n’ vinegar! I love it! Fuck everybody if they have somethin’ sideways to say.

I want every soul to wake up that part of them that wants to have a better world. Feels every kid, though probably deserving of a butt whoopin’ ’cause kids are bad as hell, still deserves to be safe from predators. Where we all get along because that indoctrination has been shed and nobody feels better than the next person.

We never know everything about anyone; people are oceans, not ponds. But “truly know” doesn’t mean “perfectly map.” It means reliably understand across time, enough history, patterns, values, wounds, and joys that you can predict their heart more often than not. Believe the patterns, not the promises, don’t be willfully ignorant about anything or anyone. Context over contradiction. Read, question, go to the meetings, stay aware, don’t let strangers mold and shape your kids if you can help it, but always teach your kids at home. Quit being lazy! Have slow trust and fast boundaries. Watch a person’s care in small things. Check somebody’s character. Don’t let your co-worker get away with some slick shit just to keep the work peace. You’re sellin’ yourself short just to what, be liked? They don’t like you, ’cause they don’t like themselves. If somebody treats a waitress like shit, he’s probably gonna’ treat you like shit. Check yourself and what you accept as okay and start expecting more and better for yourself. Don’t self-betray yourself because of agnotology.

Bottom line: willful ignorance is a choice to keep the lights dim. Knowin’ yourself or another, is a practice: turn on more lights, accept the shadows you can’t erase, and adjust as the room changes. That’s grown-folk clarity: not omniscience. It’s honest seeing..

Have a good week!

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