"People aren't even gettin ready for the day at 6:47AM" says the tub of lard who drunkenly wakes up at 1pm every day.
He really thinks that everyone with a job is scuttling around at 5am to go slave away for their corporate overlords, adding to his superiority complex about only having to holler on camera for 8 hours a day to make the same salary as a low-level accountant.
Nawt troo pal, we're in sweatpants hanging out at home making three times what you claim to make even in your biggest copes and don't have to publicly embarass ourselves day in and day out.
Ralph, scratching the gunt hanging over his stained greasy sweatpants, looks around the sidewalks in Rome. He sees all the immaculately dressed professionals, in fine wool clothes and polished leather shoes, walking to lunch together amicably chatting. Ralph mumbles āfucking losersā and farts.
Ralph is a dedicated, forever NEET. Ronnie showed him the ways of the jobless alcoholic at first, but even fatherhood was too close to a job so he left. Then the only male role models left to teach Gunt were the trailer park mooches. They showed Gunt that living off a womanās welfare, and not having to work no job, were noble life goals. Gunt took these lessons seriously and lived off of Sandra until age 35.
Sandra herself did work for years, but Iām sure having a severely retarded son, plus another with severe cerebral palsy, made her working life as a single mom extremely difficult. A woman accountant with a mountain of difficult family issues wasnāt going to find any plum positions and probably tolerated some awful bullshit because she had two kids to support. Sandra probably did bitterly complain, with justification, about her treatment at some jobs.
Ralph got to see first hand what her unemployed, SSI, Medicaid and welfare dependent was like, because mooched off of it for twenty years. Gunt knew being dirt poor white welfare trash was still better than the unrelenting torture of employment.
Sandraās life was very difficult, but Gunt was fine being a NEET mooching off the meager resources of a sick old woman in renal failure. It truly demonstrates the type of man Ethan Ralph is. Iām not even suggesting Ralph would have gotten a job to help support Sandra, but he wouldnāt even get one to support his own fat ass. Instead Sandra had to spend her meager SSI check to support Gunt and buy him weed.
Gunt wouldnāt get even a part-time job when Sandraās house, her ONLY asset, was in foreclosure. The mortgage couldnāt have been more than $300 a month. Using white trash math, Ralph figured HUD would just pay rent to the new owner for the crackshack. Now Sandra couldnāt bitch and cry about her son spending her SSI check on weed, rather than the mortgage. Most importantly Ralph still didnāt have to be gainfully employed. Big W for Ralphamale!
The fact is a gainfully employed, productive Gunt ceases to be a Ralphamale. A job is complete Ralphamale annihilation.
