Boogie repeatedly insulting a fan with autism when he himself has used a phony autism diagnosis as a shield against far, far less reasonable things than what the fan said is a special type of disgusting. Normally I’d say that anyone dumb enough to still be a fan of his deserves to be treated badly, but Boogie just started berating the guy for misunderstanding his shitty “joke”.
Even when he responds to outright hostile comments he usually just does some passive aggressive “yeah I’m still pretty fat. Love ya though!
”, but then when a fan seems to genuinely misunderstand him he loses his shit? Fuck off, boogie. Hope you keep that same energy for yourself next time you want to use that “but muh special brain makes me like this!” excuse after your next public meltdown.
“Not actually racist but I’ve made some racist jokes and that sucks”
Then stop making racist jokes you fat motherfucker, it’s that fucking simple. You were repeatedly saying “negro” as a publicity stunt two weeks ago. You can’t act like this was some lapse in judgment that you’re trying to move past.
Like everything else in his life, he acts like he has no fucking agency over what he says or does. You can’t say you’re a “product of your time”, that’s something people say about their meemaw who was born in 1936 after she starts dropping slurs at Olive Garden, not someone who was born in 1974 and has spent the last 3 decades perpetually on the internet. At no point in the 80s would publicly telling a black guy “that’s a lot of money for a person of color, I guess!” be considered okay. Hell, it sounds like something a white person in a Very Special Episode of Diff’rent Strokes would say before everyone gets a long speech about tolerance.
To be clear, I don’t give a shit if he made some racist jokes, it’s the feckless horseshit way that he goes about addressing the backlash that really gets me. Nothing is ever his fault, it’s either mom, or his dad, or his siblings, or “his brain”, or his ex, or the year he was born, or where he was born, or his history teacher that told him the Holocaust was actually kinda based, or his friends who brought over cans of Mountain Dew and left them all over his house.
How is it that someone at 50 years old hasn’t gotten it through his fat head that
he is the one responsible for his life? I’d even be willing to spot him the first 40 or so years of his life if he had used the divorce and surgery as a wake up call to get his life in order. He had all the resources you could ask for to get help, and he actively rejected it because at the end of the day, he doesn’t want to be a good person. He might want people to
perceive him as a good person, but if he actually wanted to be better, he’d have done so already. Instead, he’s perfectly content to surround himself with fast food, toys, and his drugged out child bride who is literally to dumb to realize that the way he acts isn’t acceptable.
He 100 percent hopes that he’s going to die of a heart attack, or a massive stroke, or something similarly quick. He wants to eat shit and play video games right up until the moment it all goes dark and then he doesn’t have to do anything anymore, and the video tributes from idiots on the internet will flow in and he’ll be remembered as the fat funny guy who wanted his Mountain Dew.
", fuck even small interactions like this make you wish he would just stroke out already, he's insufferable.
