He's this guy.
The guy with nothing to offer but helplessness.
Nothing to add but predictions of certain doom.
They fucking love that guy.
Odd, then, they can't even be bothered to take ten minutes to set up their very own online shrines to glorify his name: a cozy little spot where they could repose in the comforting perfume of their own dismal stink extruding one dreary, sour post extolling the virtues of sneering futility after another... until they died of loneliness.
But of course that would not serve His Holy Cause, would it? Because their wee church of Give The Fuck Up Because Nothing Matters depends entirely on infecting others with their petty pestilence, and you can't really do that off in some dank corner of the internet penning little paeans to despondence that no one wants to hear.
And so we end up trying to make sense of this longstanding internet paradox: How is it that these connoisseurs of disconsolation and impotence also have such bottomless reserves of time and manic energy to squat in Liberal comment sections obsessively preaching their gospel despair? I mean, if everything is useless, pointless, hopeless -- if we'll never make it out of these caves! -- why exactly are they so fanatically devoted to convincing you that hope is for pussies and change is impossible?
Why not follow their own advice and give up, shut up and go away?
The answer is simple.
However much they posture as the humble evangels of cynicism and misery, they are, in reality, nothing more than stooges for these guys.
I hope they're getting well-paid.