Russ lives in a weird world in his head where we're still in the Victorian era of hiding away anyone who looks a bit funny and the assumption is that they can't do anything of worth.
Of all the people I've come across I have never met anyone who would think a barely physically disabled person can't write some shitty, cringe lyrics. Nobody thinks that way. This is the world we live in, nobody fucking cares, nobody gives a shit.
The world has progressed to a point of equal opportunity and this is where Dusty Rusty gets confused. Equal opps to the rest of us are, "If you're good enough, go on then", but to him mean, "Pick a result, it's yours".
I'm never getting a gold medal in the 2,000 meters if I email the Olympics team 53 times and asked nicely if I could have the shiny necklace. This is mostly because I can't fucking run 2,000 meters let alone be faster than anyone else in the world. But Russ, oh Russ! He wants the fame and fortune because he's done the equivalent of his 53 emails, he keeps asking nicely and nobody will give it to him. It's not because he can't fucking music, it's because we all think he can't due to his mush mouth.
The beauty of it all is that Russ somehow picks the shit he can't do to prove that he can. He's far too thick for law and hasn't the talent for music. Instead of finding what he is good at he wants what he wants and it becomes a self fulfilling prophecy.
He has the same attitude with women, not satisfied with an attainable relationship, he wants what he can't have and blames the world for thinking he can't have it.
This is a perfect defense mechanism. Russ cannot fail. If he keeps going for people and things out of his reach it'll never happen, he can't mess it up. Instead he gets nothing which is safer than losing something due to his own inadequacies. This way he can blame trolls and stalkers and the whole world who just won't let him be a top lawyer by day and superstar by night before he goes home to his 10/10 mega famous wife.
He's a wonderful fucking mess.
