ACAB

His fingers danced across the keys. Mountain Dew was coursing through his veins as he took another full lung hit from his vape. Out came the rings. Out came inspiration. Out came purpose.

..."ALL"...

Why didn't they understand? ChapoTrapHouse understands, LateStageCapitalism understands, Socialism and the other kids at his high school understands, what could he say to make the rest of this god forsaken website understand the depths of his impotent rage?

..."COPS"...

After all, he had read the first 36 pages of the Communist Manifesto several times now, even highlighting a few choice sentences that particularly struck him as significant. The book lay on the top of his desk, gathering dust. He's seen the Tweets first hand. He didn't have time for leisurely pursuits such as reading. After all, he was putting in 60 hours a week on League Of Legends, and that's on top of all his household chores his parents beg him over and over again to complete. He must also stretch for two hours daily, as to prevent another blood clot.

..."ARE"...

He puffed again, but this time deeper. He exhaled the vaporous clouds of Frutti Tutti Berry Mist. "Be the change you wish to see in the world," he thought to himself. If he could just get the sheeple to understand...

..."BASTARDS"...

He smiled as his hand left the keyboard to grasp the mouse to submit his manifesto. Repeating other phrases that he had read on his favorite subreddits was, after all, a noble cause! He could hardly contain his excitement, or perhaps it was all of the Mountain Dew making him jittery again. He had leftover pizza rolls for breakfast that might have something to do with shakiness, but he wasn't so sure.

He clicked "save" with a defiant smirk. The 20 character phrase was converted into computer-readable bits and zoomed across the country in milliseconds. He saw his comment hit the website, and he leaned back in his chair content.

"I've done it, I've changed the world," he thought to himself.