"ADF" / Philip Vincent Haskins-Delici / Isabel Rosa Araujo - The Original Troon Commie Cow

"I need to be more secure, so let me tell you where I live and how many antifa friends I have."

Nice job, Phil.

As if the average blue-collar worker is intimidated, even in the slightest way, by anybody part of (or merely claiming to be a part of) Antifa. Those pussies are the kind of guys that get beat up by a guy who's on his way to an ACTUAL fight.
 
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But Phil, I thought you weren't afraid of the cops and would love to go to jail to show us evil fascist kiwis how hardcore you are? Why are you running away? Are you scared of us?
 
As if the average blue-collar worker is intimidated, even in the slightest way, by anybody part of (or merely claiming to be a part of) Antifa. Those pussies are the kind of guys that get beat up by a guy who's on his way to an ACTUAL fight.

And Phil is the kind of guy you beat the shit out of because you broke your punching bag and don't have a replacement.
 
So, how long until we find his new account? Because you know damn well this asspat addict who ruined his life to spite the internet hasn't left himself with nowhere to sperg out. It's probably some tumblr shit with a spanish or russian (probably both) sounding name, with numbers replacing letters to be so cool and edgy, and some mention of one and possibly all of the following: being a brave super soldier crime minister tran """girl""" latinxyz maoist anarchoriotycommunism smash the state and look at my guns disabled pride did srs xochi is my domme houseless portland three arrows vegan tattooed fuck trump fuck landlords fuck the state rollerderby bikes boots and bdsm australatina street signs show financial solidarity here.

Phil: thinks having a devart account is a breach of personal security. Also Phil: walks around in full military larp all day, including helmet and face mask, and wonders why people stare. Incognito mode activated!
 
Phil can't stay off the Internet because then he'd be alone. Sure, he'll always be alone in real-life terms, but he has a circle of friends online. Cut off his Internet and he's well and truly, unquestionably, irredeemably Alone with a capital A. Trapped in his 440 sq ft apartment with his drawings, his monthly disability cheque and his thoughts. A fate worse than death.
 
Phil can't stay off the Internet because then he'd be alone. Sure, he'll always be alone in real-life terms, but he has a circle of friends online. Cut off his Internet and he's well and truly, unquestionably, irredeemably Alone with a capital A. Trapped in his 440 sq ft apartment with his drawings, his monthly disability cheque and his thoughts. A fate worse than death.
The Internet is key to his identity. It gives him a place where he can make grandiose claims without it being obvious that he’s bullshitting. If he hangs out with a bunch of IRL anarchists and tells them he’s the Antifa Crime Minister, hero to the denizens of the post-apocalyptic fascist dystopia of Portland, they’ll laugh at him. And he’ll be a mashed potato if he does his Latinx schtick around actual Latinos.

Online, he can retell his life as his ego demands. Being forced out of his bedroom becomes “Antifa barracks.” Us laughing at him becomes “Kiwis are planning to invade, I’ll kill them with my guns!” Without that, he’s just a fat little potato man who the world ignores or laughs at, who will die having made no impact on the world. He’ll be back.
 
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