"Yes, please believe that and don't come here. Thank you," typed the child of upper-middle-class suburbanites from his bedroom in the basement of his lifelong Democrat-voting parents' McMansion deep in the heart of their gated community.
An official Rick and Morty^TM lava lamp, the room's only source of illumination barring the light from his multiple monitor setup, cast a faint blue glow over his surroundings, barely enough to make out the silhouettes of the piles of empty Doritos^TM bags and Mountain Dew^TM bottles that took up whatever space on the floor that wasn't already occupied by semen-encrusted clothing or shrines to various anime characters.
"California 4th largest GDP in the world," he added.
His lips, until now turned up in a tight, smug smile, parted to allow him to take another hit of Dank OG Krizzush from his limited edition Bob Marley Rasta-Mon^TM bong. Coughing violently as he exhaled acrid-smelling smoke, he turned his attention back to the post he was about to make on the Reddit-based fansite of an internet Tuvian throat-singing forum.
He clicked "Save." He lay back in his $800 HyperX^TM gaming chair with satisfaction, his task complete; his comment sped through the information highway and would soon be transmitted to the optic nerves of his enemy by way of a small orange mail icon. Another racist drumpf-supporting alt-righter completely and utterly 'bee-tee-eff-oh'. Soon it would be five-thirty, and his mother would call him for dinner. He had asked for chicken tenders.
*What an excellent end to a productive day,* he thought.
