I feel like it is wrong to classify Jack as being lazy. Maybe ten years ago he was. But at this point he is physically and mentally incapable of doing the minimum amount of work that is needed for something like this. It is no longer a matter of Jack not doing something he should be, it is a matter of him being legitimately incapable of doing anything.
How do you think he got to this point? Jagoff's refusal to stick with PT to regain mobility and independence was a product of sheer, terminally narcissistic laziness and entitlement to be waited on hand-and-foot while still acting smug on Utoob by inconsistently cutting the walkers, scooters, wheelchairs, and Tammy being his arms and legs out of the footage. What Jack's medical team failed to recognize was that they were expecting him to have the willpower to try for the first time in his squandered, affront-to-god life. Of the bare minimum of actions necessary to remain alive, the only one Jack is willing to expend effort toward is eating GUD MEETZ - Even when warned that it will result in his agonizing demise.
How dare you attempt to draw a line in the sand around humanizing this noisy turd. What you're seeing is yet another ugly stage and consequence of a life not well-lived; and there will be
yet another resulting from the selfish decisions he makes during this one: One in which he petulantly demands that Tammy and Junior sneak fast food into his room and then GET OUT to upload the footage of him reviewing URBIES MEGAS MEETZ SAMWISH from a hospital bed while his penis is visibly half-submerged in an overflowing pitcher of liquid that shouldn't be
brown.
And it will be
hilarious. Imagine videos of Jack with oxygen tubes in his nostrils, snoring while talking until he trails off and falls asleep in the middle of talking about a BISKIT BACUN BURVECUE HUMBURGHURR he's still chewing, and hearing Tammy saying "Jack. JACK!" in a panic; because any time might be the last time his eyes roll back in his head. Then the review ends with thirty four seconds of Jack blanking on telling people to comment, like, and subscribe; so it's just him weakly arguing with Tammy about what day of the week it is, Tammy complaining that she "can't even understand" what he's trying to say, and the video ending with the beeps of some machine near Jack's bed audibly increasing in frequency and volume as he grows more and more frustrated.
Don't pity Jack - Pity those who endure him. If Jack possessed or even
affected the smallest fraction of the good will or humility he pretends having ten bibles means he does, he wouldn't insist on making life more difficult for every person he interacts with. At the very least, he might shut the fuck up. But, for better or worse, those of us who recognize that Jack's primary lolcow trait is his irredeemability will never have to worry about that.