- Joined
- Jun 27, 2014
Once upon a time, a very nerdy Asian man became a big fan of Jeopardy!. Unfortunately, said nerdy Asian mad was born with the complete inability to inquire upon fields of knowledge. But that dweeb never let such a thing get him down, and in response to his handicap, he figured out he could compensate by acting like an FPS camper upon Alex Trebek's game board. He'd deliberately play to tie to keep weak opponents on the show for the next week. He hopped around the board looking for the Daily Double even when he had no idea how to answer the question, once betting five dollars just so he could answer "I don't know", or the "I'm taking my ball and going home" approach as some might call it. He made really annoying noises with his constant fast buzzing, and in a move no one could have foreseen, he acted like a complete sped on social media:
Hours upon hours of unwatchable TV later, the dweeb walked away with a pretty decent chuck of change, and nobody would ever have to see him again until his obligatory "weird uncle" visit for his Family's Thanksgiving.
But Young Foureyes had tasted the sweet flavors of fame and drama, and honed in on it like a child hones in on the paint of a Chinese-made action figure. On that day, the dork made a vow to never again be ignored like he was until he bought his first hooker. He became a columnist on Salon and The Daily Beast. He enlisted in the front lines on the side of Social Justice in the Great Gamergate War. He became a grandmaster of the ancient Far-East Art of Mindkill, where the only way to be "rational" is to be "irrational". He launched attacks on a cancer victim, victims of religious fascism, and sent a bomb threat* to a convention of his political enemies. And, apparently misplacing his hundreds of thousands in winnings in a the stack of empty tissue boxes in his basement, took to Kickstarter to crowd fund a documentary about himself.
* Allegedly. Sue me now, motherfucker.
Some among you might doubt that such a person can exist, but the man I speak of is no fairy tale. Ladies and gentleman: I present to you the man. . . the myth. . . the legend. . . Arthur Chu. . . .
Updates will come when they may. In the meantime, here's a few more links to help you get started:
http://arthur-chu.com/
https://twitter.com/arthur_affect?ref_src=twsrc^google|twcamp^serp|twgr^author
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arthur_Chu
https://encyclopediadramatica.se/Arthur_Chu
Don't forget my personal favorite, where Brote caught him on Tumblr posting Tranny porn and violent gay sex. The account pre-dated his involvement in Gamergate by about 3 years, and was found alongside his flickr - and, like it, featured a number of his personal photographs, so naturally, he denied everything and deleted it all (though not before Brote and the Internet Autism Machine Archived it).
Now, Kiwis, I'm not so much of a prick that I will bash a man for his fap fodder. This is the internet after all, and everyone has their own shit they favor. What I will, however, mock with the force of a surface-penetrating nuclear device, is that we have someone who claims to be so fucking moral and above everyone proving to be a sexual deviant to a degree that's frankly hilarious, openly spanking it to the same "Problematic" shit he complains about at length.
Irony is a delightful mistress, Kiwis.
