I don't think so. Whenever Bob claims he's not that smart, it always strikes me as ironic modesty -- something he feels like he has to say, or something he thinks makes him look like less of an asshole. It never comes across sincerely. The tell is in his spergout with jonnysocialism:
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This is what Bob
really thinks: he's smarter than almost everybody, if you disagree with him that's per se evidence that you're "not very bright," and any debate is him lowering himself to the realm of submentals to bless us with his genius. The hilarious part is this side of him only comes out when he feels threatened. Whatever the merits of jonny's arguments, his manner
clearly got under Bob's skin in a major way, and he felt compelled to haul out the big gun of his megabrain to feel safe again.
Also, fuck you, Bob, for losing arguments to a goddamn Commie.
Moviebob says that the life he's chosen for himself as "cost [...] a lot in terms of happiness" and that "knowledge has a price". Suffice to say, Moviebob's sacrificing his happiness in hopes of gaining knowledge has yielded microscopically close to nothing in regards to returns on investment.
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My God. Girth aside and the persistent risk of getting stuck like Pooh, how does he make it through the door with that gigantic cross on his back?
Almost everyone, save those who are just about as pathetic as Robert himself, sees through his retarded attempts at public relations for his brand and person by aligning with the politically correct shitslinging monkeys, and quickly recognize him for the basement-dwelling loser he is. He's a 40 year old, morbidly obese manchild, who lives in his mothers basement and spends his entire life on his fat ass, slewing baffling diatribe onto the Internet all day long from the safety and comfort of his poor chair, all whilst whimpering about how important, just and compassionate he is. Yet for all his posturing, he's a complete and utter coward, and I believe that a small part of Robert knows this; not intellectually, but instincively. This is why his feverish mind has to compartmentalize so much, and this is also how we get his trademark deluded, contradictory ramblings.
Yet the resulting backlash he inevitably face for being a deplorable deadbeat compels Robert to retreat to the safety of mothers basement, all whilst mewling about how unfairly the troglodytes of the world treat him and his kind, i.e. "the nerds", who wants nothing but to use their Flying Spaghetti Monster-given intellect to shape the world into a better place by consooming the correct product, and punishing the wicked who gave them wedgies with impunity. He then has the gall to try and make himself out to be the lone martyr who speaks truth to power. Thus he is able to come to terms with the hatred he receives for being such a terrible existence, and the shrugging emoji that he's so fond of using to showcase his supposed indifference comes into play yet again. He tells himself that he's the darkness of humanity that, through selfless sacrifice, steers humanity to greener and more enlightened pastures. That he is, in reality, little more than a drooling moron whose life revolves around indulging in the most base instincts of privileged debauchery that humanity has ever seen is of course lost on him.
He will occasionally allow for some public displays of humility, most often to showcase his allegiance to The Cause™ through posturing to the tranny jannies and the like, but as Mola Ram says, it's all performative for the sake of the same optics he regularly discards in favor of his childish tantrums. Actually, this touches upon the one thing I truly despise with Robert above all else, and it's when he invokes his nieces into his retarded Internet banter in a vain and immoral attempt to use them as a shield for all the perfectly legitimate criticism he receives against his disgusting person. Robert often impotently threatens with violence from behind his keyboard should anyone threaten his "friends and family", yet not only is Robert so woefully incompetent as to not being able to enact said violence, either through smarts or brawn, he also doesn't have friends (his imagined ones doesn't count, as Lindsay Ellis so pointedly demonstrated), and I seriously wonder whether or not he can be said to truly love his family, since I don't believe that Robert understands the notion of family love the way I believe it ought to be understood. To sacrifice your own comfort and well-being for the sake of your family is most probably a concept completely lost on him. He might claim that he spends time and money on his family, but I believe there's a good chance that's just him going through the motions of adhering to societal norms. Should his nieces grow up to, say, become Republican, delivering typical Republican talking points across the dinner table, do you believe that Robert would still cling to his purported "love" for his nieces? I don't think so. That he doesn't have the intellectual maturity to deal with others of differing viewpoints is naturally crystal clear, but I don't believe that Robert would be able to selflessly love his family in the face of conflict. He's that kind of weakling.
The story of Robert Chipman is detailed in tales and myths conceived throughout time and cultures as being the embodiment of human wretchedness: a manchild, incompetent and repugnant, yet still harboring genuine feelings of superiority to his betters. This is why Robert is one of my favourite lolcows. He tethers on the edge of complete lunacy and relative normality, while at the same time managing to be part of the worst humanity has to offer. It would be very interesting to hear what Sarah truly thinks about her husbands brother.
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