Although you later said you weren't even there that day, you quickly became the Darling of the Anti-Gun Left, appearing everywhere anybody looked, your salty language a deft touch of verisimilitude, while folks in Flyover Country hunkered down and cleaned their weapons. They are a patient folk who don't talk a lot.
And then cam Laura Ingraham and her asinine dig at the Boy King.
You called for, and got, an advertiser boycott, and Ingraham apologized. And here, at the the pinnacle of youp power, you withheld mercy, rejected her apology, and thus revealed yourself as the arrogant, egotistical, vindictive little asshole you are.

You're done, David Hogg. Your fifteen minutes of fame are over.

Oh, a couple of Kimmel cameos, of course. But you're done. You have no career as a Crisis Actor, nor one in Hollywood. "Overexposure" is the term. And you have no one to blame but yourself.

Such a pretty face!