We haven't posted this in a few... But here are the socialblade stats if you are interested in that sort of thing. Some key highlights.
Sad. But the real interesting timeline is here...
High on 21's and it's just been a downhill slop pretty much after. But why?
At first, you might think it's an actual review of something shitty like Blood Quantum - But that' isn't the case. The primary 56k video? A large round man calling MAGA PEOPLE BAD got a minor spotlight with 56k views right when the spike came as a flurry of soccer moms and soyboys googled everything they could about the
January 6th insurrection and fell on this video.
A video that gathered some of the most attention was a massive jump from the normal 12-20ish view count level. Bob, like sucking off the bottle of whipped cream can fear this might be a one-time thing. He had to PROVE that this could be his dream job of political commentary instead of reviewing shitty movies from hacks and retards that are marketed towards children. But, to his credit, instead of destroying his YouTube like so many others by shifting gears
*Cough*Jim
*Cough* He decided to try his hand harder on Twitter, hoping for that lighting in a bottle once more. Talking about how he is "Anti-Racist" and "anti-White Supremecy" and other boring fair weather talking points to get that magic golden road leading towards his love of popping his micro-penis in an erection at being angry at his alleged enemies and making bucks doing it.
Unfortunately, Bob despite this slight sign of wisdom is a poor businessman because his product is a fat retard who slurs out garbage with a viewer base already of spergs and babyfurs. It wasn't cool hipsters and Polito-thots like Shoe0nHead. He wasn't a Vaush, the token fat chubby white champaign socialist who already held the spot. There was no way he could ever win over that crowd and get a nice chunk of that money, sex, and fancy cocaine parties that his weight does desperately needs. No, he was doomed to be a rip-off of Yahtzee Crowshaw except more gross, more autistic, talking about uninteresting baby films, and with a fanbase that was mentally ill trannys who love to shit themselves.
So, here we are. A fat man who wants to be part of an alleged cool kids club who hates his guts. A doomed bloated Frankenstein's monster of pop culture, corn syrup, and burning jealousy towards the rural republican farmer boys who picked up pussy on the daily while this fat sad man who no skills or talents failed to impress women with his super Mario shirts and knowledge of Starwars. A literal butterball covered in hair upset at the world for everyone outside of his Hollywood suck-off session having exciting lives and loves. A manchild attempting to crawl in a social group that will never have him and legit despises him just off his ugly looks alone. A butter golem who wants to be in that metrosexual urban clique but his stunted middle-school brain also being a roadblock towards that path, even if his physical appearance changed overnight.
In short, Moviebob will never have sex. Moviebob will never have real friends. Moviebob's only friend is his brother who is a legit manchild that wishes he could murder his wife and kids and be free to roll around in consumer filth like his deadbeat sibling. Chipman, a legacy of attempted Fellatio towards corporates, urban faggot leeches, and politicians that wished both him and his brother dead. Their coat of arms will always be a big pair of sucking lips covered in bruises and sagging with diabetic fat.
