You live in a fanfiction world where you really believe a baby boomer Christian who wears ghey pants could violate and impreggors any women with lazor-tentacle-eyes-Fifty-Shades-of-Grey horseshit testimony. You stan for (and I absolutely despise using a made-up word like "stan"); a violent manlet women beater wielding remote control nunchuks who also fed his then underage kid booze, then bragged about it all because remote warrior made up some terrible fanfic about Thicc Lasagna transforming into a 50 something meter tall hentai tentacle totes violating con goers because it sounds "kewl". But you still give a pass to Ron Toye and look the other way when he threatens to chop up poodles, shitzus or weiner dogs up because "I DO NOT RECALL" is okay with you. ROFLMFAO LUL OK. (SRSLY DO UR RESEARCH U FAKE NOT REAL GURL. Looks bad when you don't even know your own champ of wahmynz rights shouted at his ex-wife "YOU WANT THIS FUCKING REMOTE UPSIDE YOUR FUCKING HEAD BITCH?!", yet that's somehow worse than autographs and hugs being given with consent).
This is some autistic mental gymnastics of special needs olympics being played out. He really is gunning for the next stress sigh meme with that ugly ass face he makes.