So, it has come to my attention that our dearly beloved BT is turning 35 today. I feel it is appropriate to dedicate a post to him in honor of all those years of living on this planet.
Imagine being Brian Thompson for just a few minutes here. Imagine waking up each day, putting in low effort into a dead-end, minimum wage career and coming online to stroke your ego as he does. Defending below average women who would never give him the time of day and only acknowledge him because he is easily manipulated as he is desperate for acceptance and asspats.
Beyond his little Weeb Wars crusade, he has nothing to live for. This man has no partner, no real hobbies beyond being a mouthpiece for manipulative women (and sometimes Shane, who is an absolutely pathetic choice of human being to emulate), and looking to ride the next big online hype wave for attention he didn't receive as a child so now he's looking for it online.
I won't even go into the race game because once again it's redundant. Becoming the lap dog of fat, ugly, old white women is the absolute lowest of the low that he could go and he seems to love licking the floor of rock bottom.
Seriously, maybe he'd have better luck with women if he wasn't so fixated on people who literally just see him as a tool to exploit. But he's not the sharpest tool in that shed, as you know. He's about as sharp as a rubber ball when it comes to situational awareness.
So, happy birthday to the one dude who is still waiting for some fatty to acknowledge his hard work at defending the honor of all the whales. A passionate animal activist who will singlehandedly carry all these victimized women on his back and protect them from the evil Thicc Lasagna and his minions.
And what does he get in return for all of his hard work?
Nothing.