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It's nihilistic spite. Probably an early 20-something who doesn't even like that stuff but is just posting it because they don't go outside, go to work, or interact with human beings, so to cope with this awful existence they just sit inside on their PC telling themselves they're based and that it's rational to spend 8 hours dumping troll images in online discussions.
This is the only way they can exert any will upon the world. This is the only way they can feel fulfilment, and it's not even fulfilment, it's a temporary cope that will disappear in 10 years of living that way when they become homeless and either die, or disappear.
And then they will be buried in a pauper's grave at midnight, in the middle of a crossroads. The wind and rain will slash and bite at the undertakers as they complete their grim task; the wind howling in the rain and the wet water splashing in their face and hair, the silhouettes of trees dead and twisted framing the shot of a sad grim meaningless end for nobody who ever was anybody, not even to nobody else.
Wolves will alight upon a distant ridge and watch as the body is dumped unceremoniously into the pit. They will howl as the dirt is dumped upon the body. Fierce wind will roar through the trees and grass, picking up sleets of rain and chilling the undertaker's bones as they pat flat the dirt.
No words were spoken as they buried the man.
Finally when all is said and done and the sad unfortunate burnt-end is buried, all workmen will leave the place forever, leaving it unmarked, a sad, cold, dark, wet, final resting place for a mote of failed dust where the moon lives forever watching like a furtive cuckhold gurning for a better view and the wind and wolves howl continuously.
By daylight, travellers will ride over the dead body's resting place without any knowledge that a man was buried there. The dead man will be forgotten and pass out of the world quicker than when they came into it.
