Yesterday, from deep within the confines of an undisclosed memelab, David Hogg took a break from LARPing as a journalist and tweeted a screenshot of an article from our Battle Buddies’ site, Stop Communism in America, titled “Why David Hogg and Leftists Can’t Win the ‘Meme War’,” along with the word “Bet.” He has since called on his fellow cucks to enlist in a digital army for the purposes of waging memetic warfare against the AltRight. This coming from the soyboy who didn’t realize the hashtag is actually called the “pound” sign, so he started a movement called #MeToo. He’s definitely a product of the public education system.
“Hold my tide pod and watch this shit.”
I don’t think he’s old enough to remember what happened in Meme War 1 back in 2016, but he’s about to get a firsthand lesson in what happens when you bring down the full brunt of the weaponized autism that is 4chan and the AltRight upon yourself. The left’s low-resolution humor and fuzzy-think were crushed so badly it led to Trump being elected as president for Christ’ sake. And Hogg is an adult now, legally at least, which means the rules of engagement have changed significantly. We’re not Publix, kid, this won’t turn out well for you.
“The only outlet that appreciates my journalism is some website called Liberty Hangout.”
Sure, it’s a desperate bid to remain relevant now that his 15 minutes are over and no amount of school shootings can land him a college acceptance letter. But he’s a walking, talking conglomeration of stereotypes, and the spergs are not known for backing down from a keyboard war. This is the same bitchboy that got asshurt and demanded boycotts because Laura Ingraham made fun of him.
I fully expect to see Hogg calling his FBI buddies when the heat from this baitzkrieg gets to be too much for him and he realizes far too late what a group of bored nerds are capable of when united against a common enemy. If we’ve learned anything since they meme’d a president into office and wreaked nationwide havoc on Starcuck’s, it’s that Hogg hath no fury like a Pepe scorned. You can’t boycott us, pussy. On that note, I’m going to leave you with some fresh, dank ammo, lads. Good hunting, and praise KEK!