He's literally regressed, (or never PRO-gressed from) back to where he started pre-nuthouse. Pictures of gross, greasy food, covered with increasingly unhinged dogma that, to him I guess, somehow suggests something enticing or conducive to attracting young women?
Actually, in some ways he seems to have gotten worse, because his old food-and-dogma memes were heavily promoting his telomerase "research", whereas the new ones are just... bizarre. Incomprehensible, even for those of us who've studied him like a bug under a microscope and know his way of writing / talking...such as it is.
I guess this is just where he'll be for the rest of his life, assuming he can avoid getting arrested for anything, just plodding along sidewalks with his hands clenched behind his back, staring at the ground out of awkward social shyness, farting every few steps, hating the world, wiping his greasy mullet back off his forehead when sweat makes it slap into his face, muttering to himself when he passes a young girl, hoarding unopened, unplayed boardgames, consuming cheese at an unprecedented rate, consuming deodorant, toothpaste, and shampoo at a more conservative one.
And one day he'll die in his government fartbox, surrounded by a greasy laptop with 26 tabs open to lolita porn, stacks of meeples and dice, and the plastic wrappers from untold blocks of cheddar.
