In and of themselves, having big dreams and failing in attempts to manifest them is no big deal, but when the dreamer is presented with undeniable proof that a person he's formed an alliance with is a serial liar, namely Leroy Fodor, but doesn't heed the warnings, and worst sticks it up the asses of the very people literally trying to get his mind right so to protect his brand, he resorting to playing the troll and having-mental-issues cards et al., in kind the dude's former failed dreams, along with dug-up past nefarious activities become fodder in demonstrating that the bonkers Yonkersian (delusional fuck for those acclimated to the neologistic term)  hasn't changed his stripes after finding a new space - cryptocurrencies - trying anew to advance his concerns, of which perhaps are nefarious given his ethos.