Yeah I mean, look at it from his perspective (skewed though it may be): what's a malignant retard to do when something so central to his life changes so dramatically? Even other retards would maybe howl or thrash on social media or something but ultimately that would be that, they'd learn that whining about it would cause people to laugh at you and stop the aberrant behavior. In ol' Sweetie's case I do believe that he is just barely cognizant enough to feel the need for the things in his life to matter, to anyone at all, and I think he recognizes that they profoundly do not matter to fuckin anyone at all. Thus, the big TV switch which he needs to get out to the public, with it being a central theme for the remainder of his life too.
I maintain that he still possesses the things that made him hilarious back in the day, the inability to understand new shit due to crippling disorders and the desperate need for the resulting hilarity to be broadcast at maximum volume, so that the world can come and make things better for him. That's what I firmly believe he wants: a parental figure to come and figure it all out for him while he sucks his thumb and stares blankly at the TV.
I think I brought it up as an insult years ago but I wonder if he genuinely has some sort of genetic disorder or something that would explain this thinking on his part. My money was always on some sort of problem as a baby or little kid, but even that wouldn't necessarily account for the profound lack of curiosity about the world as a whole. I always thought that came with base human right out of the box... isn't curiosity a survival instinct?
