You know, I've slept on it, and the more I've thought about the half episode I've watched the worse I feel about it. I'm really straddled between sad and angry.
Dick is one of the only people who have ever stuck their necks out for me or this site, as was Rekieta, which makes being uncharitable towards them very difficult.
However, it has been like 200 episodes since I last had any contact with Dick, and the formula is completely the same. There's two differences:
1. Dick somehow is anti-anti-woke now for some reason, and
2. Dick incessantly brings up pedophilia. It was brought up on three different occasions when I listened.
I honestly wouldn't wish his life on anyone at this point. His wealth exists for no reason other than to satiate his manbaby lifestyle. His house is a quarter acre of mountain in the same neighborhood as people like Trisha Paytas. He lives in the grossest city on Earth and pays out the ass for noble causes like black reparations. The strictest gun laws in the country. He stays in LA so he can bring on in studio guests, such as Vito the Pedo and his greasy chomo friend Karson.
And it all amounts to nothing.
There's no family. No end goal. He recoils at mentions of God like he's been possessed by a demon.
Where does he see himself in a few years? Still doing a podcast about how women suck? Still trying to LA-splain how pedophiles are the real victims?
It's no wonder why he's such a sad sack nihilistic prick faking laughter at the lamest arguments ever recorded and endlessly bitching on Twitter.
I've always been very thankful that COVID cancelled my flight to California because I'm sure in retrospect it would have ruined my life. But now I almost feel guilty. I feel like if I had met him I could have encouraged him to move to Texas like he planned, and maybe by now his life would have more meaning than sucking off a fat pedophile and sticking it to a nigger and his comic book. Maybe I could have prevented this if I had left my house.