Keith, you are already living in Hell. Old, unemployed, irrelevant. Fired from every job you ever had. Unmarried and childless. Spending your final years alone, shitposting into the void, begging to be noticed. When you die you will leave behind no legacy and there will be nobody to mourn you or even remember that you existed. Truly, I would rather be dead than live your life. I cannot imagine the misery that you feel every second of the day. And you deserve all of it.
Burn in hell, Sinclair.
Alongside Charlie Kirk.