Grant’s tantrums are crystalline moments of aching, heart-rending beauty. The grinding of teeth, the clenched fists banging on the keyboard, the language of the profane. Never in the life cycle of the internet has one man been triggered so hard by a singular idea: that any person he despises dare use a chat forum he has designated as his own safe, special space.
Only the frenzied, spittle-flecked threshing of never-Trumpers on anti-social media approaches this level of swivel-eyed rage; a man in his forties, with children of his own, behaving like a spoilt brat over something as mundane and socially-awkward as the use of an online message board.
Deary, deary me.
