This is probably going to get me all kinds of dubious ratings, but I actually feel mildly bad for Bob here. Bob's philosophy is monstrous, ignorant, bigoted, and totally incoherent. But "Twinksylvania" (seriously?) isn't really calling him out on any of that. Instead, he seems to be playing an easy game of gotcha with the Round Mound of Beantown. Bob's stuff is so outrageously over the top that it's easy to call him out, but this guy is going for the only stuff that Bob sweatily frets about: pleasing his SJW superiors.
I mean, really, is the worst thing you can say about Bob's idiocy that it's "ableist" or that it doesn't examine his own privilege? There are hundreds of pages in this very thread that eviscerate his crap on far more substantial grounds than those. "Twinksyvania" (no, seriously?) is so on-the-nose with what lefties love to ding self-hating straight white men for that it almost reads like a parody account. I can only assume it must have some lefty bona fides or Bob wouldn't have bothered to engage for as long as he did.
But in the end my extremely limited sympathy is totally misplaced. These are the allies Bob wants to cultivate. These are the screaming mobs that he wants to mollify, apparently ignorant of how quickly they'll turn on a creature like himself when they get bored or if he puts so much as a single wooden toe out of line. Good luck, Bobby. You're gonna need it.