Oh, the Fucktards I Have Known!

[Vexation]

On a serious note, Mad Max is troubled youth. His cry for help is hidden deep within his joy of labeling others Fucktards.
But it is there.

Just look at the pudgy bastard. In the metaphorical sense.
A sad, young boy, forgotten by today's society, let in the gutter so to speak. The garbage man even turns his nose up to the youth, who is desperately clinging to his safety blanket, which has been so jizzed up from his constant state of depressed masturbation episodes, that the blanket is as stiff as a board, and as sharp as a razor. Which he applies to himself with great effect. Slicing through his own wrists, he watches his blood mingle with the sewage before flowing away. Sucked down into the cold depths of the underworld.

We must help this youth. We must pull him up from the gutter, and turn him into a productive, joyous man, working for the future of all man kind. We must turn him into a man that can someday run for president, and proudly proclaim himself,his blankets, and towels, jizz free.