- Joined
- Apr 21, 2015
Where the fuck do I even begin with this guy?
- Millenial Destructoid Journo and host of a shitty podcast no one fucking watched because it was boring and terrible who lived with his parents after getting a useless degree from Arizona State.
- With his sister, started Hey Ash, Whatcha Playin', an unwatchable vidya-themed sketch show about him being a detestible twat everyone wants to murder within seconds of interaction.
- Somehow got popular enough thru this Goddamn thing to parlay a gig in Plano as a GearBox writer.
- Such a butthurt, whiny faggot, he changed the names of enemies previously known as "midgets" to "little people." Among other gay shit everyone wanted to murder him for.
- Responded to GamerGate drama back during the halcion days of 2014 via deliberate exposure of his prior collusive actions.
- Possesses a cavernous, oxygen-deprived black lump in the part of the brain which, in normal humans, grants impulse control. Spent months pumping out every detail of his failed adventures in marriage, polyamory, and bisexuality.
- Even the complete disintegration of his personal life has changed nothing. He will answer even the most embarassing questions to this day on ask.fm, Twitter, Tumblr, and anywhere else he can stay for more than ten seconds at a time before someone punches him in the stomach for being so fucking stupid.
- Triggered by fucking everything. Became a ULC reverend at 13 during his pre-SJW/atheist phase. But he's such a fucking pusscake he dropped his old handle. He's worried about the title offending religious people even though he's still an atheist.
But even with the brutality I've already inflicted on the Reverend Cuxter -- and will continue launching without restraint -- I have to say there's something beautiful about Anthony Burch. The failure of his every action is so complete, he cancels out all feelings of anger and disgust that I'd otherwise experience should the retardation've sprouted thru a Todd Munson or Dan Olson.
Every one of his individual failures cancels out the wretched qualities of their neighbors. He's too stupid to be insincire, too unrestrained to be a liar, and too bitch'd to hate others with more meaningful lives than his own (i.e., the rest of humanity). I know not one living creature that depends on him not being a complete tool to lead a meaningful existence or even survive, and he's too inept with relationships to worry of a future where he inflict his endless neuroses on those bound to him by blood or marriage.
I hope you one day read this Anthony: I bear you no malice, and in fact, wish for you health. Every day the world has you in it, even those who've felt their lives reached the bleakest mires possible for a naked ape, that poor soul can take comfort thru any indignity by one simple maxim: a daily reminder, they're "Not-Anthony Burch."
God's Blessings to you, mine Cuck of Cucks. May you and your anus survive the desperate adventures in homosexuality your liberal guilt mandates of her.
Edit - November 11th, 2016
Burch remains too cowardly to be another man's hole, is still too much of a manlet to top even twinks without standards, and was so triggerd by Hillbot's loss, he immediately wished death upon his own family.
The Cubs may've just won the Series, but Cuckboy'll never regain his Wii U.
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