Okay, Now We Know It's An Act

Wait, what? Rehab?  Bullshit.  This was the guy who supposedly let his beloved cat get killed by a dog in his own yard.  This was a guy who was supposedly a conservative blogger who became the most enthusiastic Obama fluffer in the galaxy.  Was in the military.  Was going to adopt an older child as a single man.  Has some sort of well-paid, stay-at-home job at a school where his parents taught which doesn't require him to do much or show up anywhere but still pays him enough to live a privileged middle-class lifestyle even though he's a junkie or a lush.  Lives with a dude he knew in the service but is not at all gay or some sort of deluded closet case.  Now has to go to rehab?  Bullshit.  It's an act.  A character.  This dude is no dude at all, but a classic internets troll, probably a middle-aged soccer mom and attorney from Oregon who is often bored at work in the family law firm, and uses this character as an outlet so she doesn't pick on her husband so much that he won't go down on her anymore, cuz, damn, he's good at it now, and she really, really likes it, and he still enthusiastically bones her all the time after all these years and three kids.  Mystery solved.