Kevin is still mad
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Jesus Christ. Imagine being this fucking potato. Imagine keeping fucking track of how many followers different Twitter accounts have and using those statistics to create a literal social hierarchy.
I actually have a Twitter account of my own, which I mainly use for shitposting whenever
Donald Trump Kevin McCarthy says something stupid. For some reason, I actually have a few dozen followers. How many? I don't know, and if I ever find myself caring about it I will take that as my cue to take a header off the nearest highway overpass. But then, I actually have a family and a career to give meaning to my life.
Kevin has nothing like that. His entire existence is Transformers and Twitter. So naturally when it comes to evaluating another person's worth, his primary metric is how many followers they have
on fucking TWITTER. Seriously, take a moment to evaluate how empty of a life you would have to have for something like that to enter your mind for even a fraction of a second. Look, I've got problems of my own, and doubtless you do too. But seriously, take a pause to reflect upon how far you would have to fall before you would stoop to impart meaning to the number of
Twitter followers someone has as a mechanism for evaluating their worth, and then think about what it means that
Kevin has actually done that.