That's another interesting thing about Lou. Someone once asked him what his favorite song was, and he replied with something from MLP. That's not only horribly embarrassing for a man in his late thirties, but it just shows how he doesn't really enjoy or appreciate anything outside of these communities of losers he gloms onto. If you were to ask me what my favorite music, my ghost would still be talking about David Gilmour, David Bowie, and Rush to your feral great-grandchildren long after our bodies have become worm food. You, you reading this, you have something that you connect with because it speaks to something deep inside of you, that challenges you, that you keep coming back to because there's just so much there. But not Lou. Lou listens to the MLP soundtrack. Lou reads self-published furry fapfic. Lou watches furry documentaries and capeshit on his TV. I'm not saying that your favorite movie has to be Casablanca, but it's so goddamn dark that Lou's consoomer persona extends into the cultural sphere, too. He's the placidly narconized baby that he accuses the religious and Trump supporters of being.