Of course Jack - who has been utterly dependent upon Tammy since the 1990s - not only thinks independence is synonymous with protest, but also doesn't get that the country owned by China and enslaved to Israel celebrates the anniversary of its independence from the British. The fat, evil fuck is anti-First Amendment unless
he's protesting being shorted beef by Chipotle or claiming no one's been to the moon. If only there was a tree of liberty to water by throwing Jack onto its roots from a helicopter.
My personal opinion is that Jack's schizo/doomposting is an example of the phenomenon I refer to as "raging against the dying light." It's when people - sensing the end is near - go all in on demanding the apocalypse arrive, for a revolution or WWIII itself to occur, for UFOs to touch down, for Sasquatch to stroll out of the woods to personally declare
them King of Burgers, etc.
Historically, it takes the form of those unprepared to confront their mortality suffering an existential crisis which they then sublimate into some ego trip fantasy wherein they get to take the world out with them (ironically hanging their hopes upon it). In the modern era, baby boomers who live in a perpetual state of resentment-fueled anxiety and dread in response to increasing constraints (generally as a consequence of poor life decisions they are now living out the consequences of) are pushed by competing industries toward incorporating any of the above doomsday scenarios into one of the two available sides of a doomscroll-fueled TDS or TES dichotomy. Curiously enough, they seem fall for this prescribed, America-centric fatalism, even when they're not American.
In Jack's case, his head is such mush that he wants to live long enough to see his own top banana assassinated, just so he can go "I told you so" on Twitter. That's such a specifically short-sighted bucket list request that,
clearly, the human tub of Bacon Up has a void inside himself which he attributes to never having gotten the updoots or validation he felt Twitter owed him - Kind of like how our
aspiring polyglot Alex put fitting in here on a pedestal. Fortunately, Jack is going to die surrounded by reminders that the world will not only get along fine without him - It will be
better for absence of the burden and general imposition he consciously inflicts upon others. Progress is made one Jack funeral at a time.