I have to admit that this was a particularly painful video to watch. Not due to the vitriol TJ spewed over the course of it because, let's be honest, this is the same heartless nonsense we've all been subjected to time and time again and, more of often than not, by people far better than the once-amazing atheist. Yes, sure, he's gone his entire life enjoying the sexual affection of women despite all of his egregious flaws. He's dull, spiteful, grotesquely obese, a slave to nearly every single vice imaginable, but there's always been a woman willing to embrace him. Granted, if memory serves, a good portion of that time was spent with a "woman" who was actually born a man. But what of it, really? He's good and we're evil even though God is dead and all things should be permissible, even the scandalous sense of entitlement indulged in by the incels. TJ is virtuous even though his own philosophy precludes the possibility of virtue and we're wicked even though the one indicting us likes to pretend he's transcended the primitive distinction between good and evil. After all, in extremis, he can always call upon Nature as his judge and provide as evidence plenty of women and a couple of "women" as evidence that he's been loved and, consequently, is lovable and worthwhile. God is dead, all the idols have been smashed, the horizon delineating Heaven and Hell has been wiped away but poor TJ still needs some villain because, in the absence of one to rail against, he would have to shut his fat fucking mouth and resign himself to silence.
But TJ can't go silent, can he? He may have abominations of both sexes sucking his stubby cock, but just as money can't buy you love, a parody of affection can't pay your debts. In his diabolic wisdom, Mephistopheles made sure Faust signed Hell's contract with blood instead of ejaculate: a humid fantasy can bring a man to orgasm but it takes an actual blade to make him bleed.
So although TJ no longer has anything of substance left to say, he finds himself obligated to say something. His obnoxious noise pays his bills, maintains the roof above his head and serves to keep his pipe, bottle, and belly full. Unfortunately, he convinced his disciples he slew God a very long time ago, and there's not much profit to be made in watching a corpse decompose, even if it once belonged to a deity.
It should thus come as no surprise our Amazing Atheist's channel is hemorrhaging subscribers and, like all dying men feeling their life blood seep away, he has to find some way of staunching the wound. Wild with desperation, with no more dignity than any animal doing whatever it can for the sake of drawing its next breath, poor TJ grabs the discarded cum-rag of hacks like Cuestar and BasedShaman and presses it to the gashes time and circumstance ripped open in his ponderous gut.
It's a shame, isn't it, to watch an eagle degraded to a vulture, a wolf to a jackal?
But we all need to eat, even if it means gorging yourself with the dead things the living have the luxury of leaving behind to rot.