Careercow Robert Chipman / Bob / Moviebob / "Movieblob" - Middle-Aged Consoomer, CWC with a Thesaurus, Ardent Male Feminist and Superior Futurist, the Twice-Fired, the Mario-Worshipper, publicly dismantled by Hot Dog Girl, now a diabetic

How will Bob react to seeing the Mario film?


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Peace doesn't want you? Are you absolutely retarded, Bobby? Where's war in your life? Where's hardship? Where's anything that could give yourself meaning? You don't fight, you just talk shit on Twitter! You don't train in any aspect of fighting. When was the last time you hauled your fat ass to a firing range? When was the last time you practiced any kind of martial art? Have you even ever been in a fight?! Your whole life has been peace, but like most Americans you have to pretend it wasn't simply to sound strong.
 
Moviebob is willing to accept that peace won't accept him because Moviebob doesn't believe in peace (see above tweet regarding Matt Walsh) (original thread, if you're seeking context).
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Ok, for the first time I am actually wondering about Bob's alcohol (and possible other substance) use. Thus is some Spoony-tier shit, if Spoony had delusions of grandeur.

And while I can't speak to the wishes of Peace, Bob, I know you need to lose a hundred pounds before War will give you the time of day.
 
I'm trying to comprehend this tweet but does Bob basically hope that Matt Walsh is a pedo so that the police can kick his ass.
He seems to be implying that pedos generally look like Matt Walsh. I'm no big fan of the guy (mostly for failing to understand that Trumpian populism is the future of the GOP and not his namby-pamby corporate bullshit), but he looks like a generally normal human being.

Compare to the one leveling these accusations, and, well...
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Who looks more like a kiddy diddler to you? (Note also that one of these men has a penchant for wearing clothing emblazoned with Mario characters, a real kid-oriented video game.)
 
Peace doesn't want you? Are you absolutely retarded, Bobby? Where's war in your life? Where's hardship? Where's anything that could give yourself meaning? You don't fight, you just talk shit on Twitter! You don't train in any aspect of fighting. When was the last time you hauled your fat ass to a firing range? When was the last time you practiced any kind of martial art? Have you even ever been in a fight?! Your whole life has been peace, but like most Americans you have to pretend it wasn't simply to sound strong.
I see Robert is once again donning the mantle of world weary Cassandra, bitter and tired of a people that ignore his prophetic and sage advice. His battle is one of words and will, not of mere meat and bone. He is of course able to fight that fight, but his real battleground is the supieror one of mental might. His great war is the console war.
 
I see Robert is once again donning the mantle of world weary Cassandra, bitter and tired of a people that ignore his prophetic and sage advice. His battle is one of words and will, not of mere meat and bone. He is of course able to fight that fight, but his real battleground is the supieror one of mental might. His great war is the console war.
And he loses every. Single. Battle. It's not a war, it's a fucking massacre. Might as well rename Twitter to Chipman's Last Stand.
 
Moviebob is willing to accept that peace won't accept him because Moviebob doesn't believe in peace (see above tweet regarding Matt Walsh) (original thread, if you're seeking context).
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Glad we found Bob's cringey 15 year old emo live journal and not something he tweeted out a couple of hours ago. Imagine how embarrassing that would be if a 40 year old man still thought like that.
 
Once again, Moviebob condones violence/murder against someone he doesn't like:
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Walsh looks like a better-groomed version of Lesser Brother, who talks about children all the time.

Moviebob is willing to accept that peace won't accept him because Moviebob doesn't believe in peace (see above tweet regarding Matt Walsh) (original thread, if you're seeking context).
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"Peace doesn't want me; I'm too damaged."
War doesn't want him for the very same reason. Worthless snots like Bobby can survive only in prosperity.

Peace doesn't want you? Are you absolutely retarded, Bobby? Where's war in your life? Where's hardship?
He survived through the 80s equivalent of Nam and doubtless has cPTSD to prove it.
(Seriously that line gives out strong spree-shooter-manifesto vibes. People around Lynn should stay away from shopping malls, especially those with video-game stuff on sale.)

Don't forget the vagina-proof codpiece.
 
He survived through the 80s equivalent of Nam and doubtless has cPTSD to prove it.
(Seriously that line gives out strong spree-shooter-manifesto vibes. People around Lynn should stay away from shopping malls, especially those with video-game stuff on sale.)
Bob won't go on a spree. He doesn't have any killer instinct at all. Despite his Twitter screeds, he's a wuss who avoids any type of conflict at all cost. A standoff with police? Bob doesn't have the stones to knock someone's MAGA hat off!
 
I can find infinitely more proof that Bob is a eugenicist than I can find of Tucker talking about Lizard people.

And Bob wants the Germans to retake Poland. For someone who hates the nazis, he sure seems to be cheering them on in spirit.
Bob is the modern day equivalent to Hermann Göring in the sense he is a decadent, obese, genocidal creep. The similarities end there however. Göring had an IQ of 138 and made his heinous machinations a reality. Bob has an IQ below room temperature and couldn't be bothered to make the effort required to get off Twitter long enough as to not embarrass himself every hour or so.
 
It seems Bob is slowly coming to terms with the fact that he's a useless ingrate who's killing himself via Twitter, cheap alcohol, and terrible food, and that he will never see the Superior Future.

It comes across to me as more like being one of those guys who saw that old t-shirt: "Heaven Doesn't Want Me ... Hell's Afraid I'll Take Over!" and instead of seeing it as a mildly funny gag decided to take it 100% dead seriously, despite its cheap fabric barely constraining his sweaty man-tits, even in the XXXL size.

Ok, for the first time I am actually wondering about Bob's alcohol (and possible other substance) use. Thus is some Spoony-tier shit, if Spoony had delusions of grandeur.

And while I can't speak to the wishes of Peace, Bob, I know you need to lose a hundred pounds before War will give you the time of day.

For the last year or two I've simply been going on the assumption Bob has at minimum a mild buzz on whenever he's awake. I know people have argued he wouldn't be so coherent if that were true, but a lot of folks who spend as much time at the keyboard as Bob does can type *extraordinarily* well even when crocked.
 
Once again, Moviebob condones violence/murder against someone he doesn't like:
I'll give Bob a pass against Matt Walsh. Guy advocates for letting your relatives touch your kid's butt since kid's should not be allowed to refuse being touched. I'd enjoy seeing the fucker get hit by a truck myself.
 
Gotta admit, if I was manning the battlements and saw 100 guys coming over the hill wearing that helmet, I'd be terrified.

It comes across to me as more like being one of those guys who saw that old t-shirt: "Heaven Doesn't Want Me ... Hell's Afraid I'll Take Over!" and instead of seeing it as a mildly funny gag decided to take it 100% dead seriously, despite its cheap fabric barely constraining his sweaty man-tits, even in the XXXL size.
Oh, I loved that shirt! When I was a kid there was someone who had one. The badassery was appropriately blunted because the text was surrounding a cigar-chomping biker... who was also a cartoon duck. Hard to look badass when you're wearing Daffy's roided-up albino cousin.

Then again, there was also someone a bit older who had a car with Mr. Horsepower on the side. He got it second-hand so even he thought it was Woody Woodpecker. (To Google's credit, the first result for "woody woodpecker smoking a cigar" is the Wikipedia page for Mr. Horsepower. I wouldn't have found it any other way.)

... y'know, when I think back to my childhood now, I realize how downright weird stuff was at times. It's fun to look back and even take dips in it every now and then but... goodness, building a life on this stuff would just make a person so damn twisted. Good thing no one would ever do something like that, right?
 
Peace doesn't want you? Are you absolutely retarded, Bobby? Where's war in your life? Where's hardship? Where's anything that could give yourself meaning? You don't fight, you just talk shit on Twitter! You don't train in any aspect of fighting. When was the last time you hauled your fat ass to a firing range? When was the last time you practiced any kind of martial art? Have you even ever been in a fight?! Your whole life has been peace, but like most Americans you have to pretend it wasn't simply to sound strong.
The amazing thing about Bob is that he literally could be doing anything he wants to. Bob has zero responsibilities. Not saying that is a good thing at all since responsibilities can often make your life better. But with all his more serious financial concerns being covered for him by his family, there is no reason why he can't be investing more time into bettering his life. With all the free time on his hands there is no reason why he can't be an award-winning bodybuilder.

Bob is the one who chooses to spend his time being a miserable asshole.
 
"Peace doesn't want me; I'm too damaged."
WAKE ME UP INSIDE
Bob is the modern day equivalent to Hermann Göring in the sense he is a decadent, obese, genocidal creep. The similarities end there however. Göring had an IQ of 138 and made his heinous machinations a reality. Bob has an IQ below room temperature and couldn't be bothered to make the effort required to get off Twitter long enough as to not embarrass himself every hour or so.
Maybe he's a reincarnated Goring, punished for his sins by giving him a worse body, no social skills, and beetus brain.
 
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