The big guy simply isn't very bright.
He's like a male version of Pam Dawson, dumb as an ox and desperate for envy from the DUmp.
Like Pam, he makes up stories about the luxuries he enjoys that most DUmpmonkeys can only dream of.
His OP is a Dawsonesque masterpiece.
In one comical essay, he brags about 1) owning a high-end audio receiver attached to 2) a two-year-old widescreen TV that attaches to 3) Wi-Fi and receives his expensive 4) satellite radio subscription. And in case you were wondering, he can afford an expensive 5) extended warranty.
Along the way, he courts DUmp approval by mentioning he got the receiver from his local mom-and-pop audio store (as if such a place actually exists). Maybe mom and pop own the local Best Buy.
Then, to re-emphasize that he rolls at a level of affluence beyond Dummy dreams, he mentions having tickets to the Miami-Nebraska game tomorrow night.
(I've never been in Nebraska's stadium, but at Ohio State the seats are 18 inches wide. How would the big sweaty guy and Marta fit into two of those?)