He is going to be hitting the gin HARD tonight. I wonder how much longer he can keep the accelerating dumpster fire that is his life from seeping into his pahsitive chill gaming content.
I mean sure, he's been acting all bitchy this week, but he is still pigsplaining and gaslighting like no tomorrow and I wonder if we will ever see that crack. Not like him "giving the court permission to anally obliterate him"-style cracks where he controls the narrative, but a real breakdown of the pigroach exterior where we get to see whatever it is that Phil is like without the impenetrable shield of autism that is his "stream presence" these days.
This is a man who just got exiled from a group of people who drop more money on greasy pixel muscles than most people spend on cars. Who spend their free time trying desperately to get the number next to their name higher in the spreadsheet, knowing that every week the commitment will get ever more expensive. THEY decided that Phil was no longer welcome. Even for the King Pigroach, that has to cut pretty deep. This is in the middle of a pandemic which is destroying a number of DSP's safety nets, his looming and ever-worsening bankruptcy, his total alienation from every social circle possible, his plagued legacy suffocating him and anyone who associates with him, his shit marriage most likely collapsing, and his legally-certified-worthless son/cat gobbling up yet another line item in his abyssal budget.
I don't know about you, but if I imagine myself going into a job I hate on a day like that to court a bunch of tards and spergs whom I loathe so I can have them toss me some coin, I'm not sure I would keep my composure. Here's hoping.
