Earlier, I shared a Tweet response by someone who refers to himself as “Beep Beep Ribby Ribby” in regards to his response to the death of former NHL goalie Ray Emery.
How do I know it’s a “he”? Well, his other Tweets gave him away:
So, it is a grown man with a teenage son.
This reminds me of a conversation that I overheard in the patio area of a local Starbucks not too long ago. I could hear the conversation because the one guy who was talking was LOUD.
He was saying – loudly – to his group how the government in Canada is screwed up, and he then said the following several times, in his loud voice. He talked about how he has taught his son, “If I die or drop dead at home, do not call 9-1-1. Instead, carry my body out onto the street and leave it there. I’m not paying for any funeral or any [blah blah blah]…”
That’s twisted, just like how B.B.R.R. is twisted. The Starbucks dude was talking about how he wasn’t paying for anything that would benefit the government. And he would “have the last laugh” when he dies, because the government or the city would “be paying for it.”
And he kept repeating the same thing over and over. No, he wasn’t unemployed or anything. From the context – again, he was speaking rather loudly – he had a decent-paying job.
But there you go. Grown men who are twisted with these, well, let’s just say unconventional, views….