Imagine you’re a narcissist and you’ve massively lost a lawsuit against a group of trolls. This lawsuit has essentially taken over and ruined your life. These are your blood enemies and they‘ve not only beaten you in court, but also taken over the only thing that matters to you - your Twitter presence.
You’ve put everything to the sidelines in order to combat the impersonator accounts - they must be stopped and you’re willing to dedicate 1/3 of your day, every day, to stopping them. You may have lost your lawsuits but you’ll win the war.
Then, someone imitating you mocks a famous artist you respect, and this artists shits all over you to their massive audience. This artist would have never acknowledged you personally, but they will acknowledge your blood enemy posing as you.
What a situation. Patrick has been felted by the universe. His trolls and detractors own his ass. He’s been tricked by a mole and recorded talking about private details of his lawsuit, recorded in court sounding like a faggot and getting treated like a child by a judge, and recorded losing his lawsuits as well as every other aspect of his life.
Fatrick Tomlinson is a buck-broken slave to the O&A rascals, the Kiwi Farms, and the American Court system. A less narcissistic man likely would have ended their life, but Patrick is too fat to kill himself properly.