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Trouble in paradise? Odious racist pickup guru Heartiste is growing concerned about Donald Trump, his hero and the Great Orange White Hope of the internet’s Nazis, of both the ironic and non-ironic varieties.

Even though Trump has been boasting about his allegedly yuuuge penis, and picking on “little Marco” (Rubio) like a grade-school bully, Heartiste frets that Trump’s opportunistic flip-flops on immigration and his half-assed disavowal of former KKK Super Grand Whatchamacallit David Duke are making him look a little bit, gulp, BETA.

If Trump is beginning to play defense, at this early stage, he risks losing his lead. …

Any feints Trump makes towards the Nation-Wrecking Alliance, such as support (however tepid) for H-1Bs, or constant disavowals of some internet backwater weirdo because media cucks harass him about it every minute, will simply embolden his foes to strike at him twice as hard and four times as often.

The only way to reinflate Trump’s deflating alphatude? By using the MAD SKILLZ of the internet’s alleged pickup masters:

So my Game advice to Trump is this: Politics is pickup without the bodily fluids.

I will give you a moment to cringe before continuing.

The master seducer doesn’t backtrack at the bedroom door.

And another cringe moment. Seriously, take all the cringing time you need as you make it through the rest of Heartiste’s advice.

Keep up the Zero Fucks Given nationalist populism charm assault, and don’t disappoint the swooning voters at the electoral door. Carry them across the threshold. They want you to take them.

Does Heartiste want Trump to date rape the electorate?

Sure, whisper a few sweetly romantic nothings in their ears, show a little of your beta softie side, but when panties are in view don’t sit up and ask “Should I slow down?”. Slip a finger under the waistband. The seduction isn’t over until the Trump voter sighs.

The Heartiste quote isn’t done until the reader throws up a little in their mouth — a point I think most of us probably got to even before the Trump voter panties made their appearance in Heartiste’s creepy metaphor.

Enjoy the rest of your Saturday!

My feeling exactly

A new candidate for the worst song in history has emerged!

A fan of quasi-Nazi pickup guru and prose-abuser Heartiste has put out a rough version of a song he calls “The Sh*tlib Zone,” a grotesque ripoff — Heartiste euphemistically calls it a “reinterpretation” — of Golden Earring’s 80s classic “Twilight Zone.”

This abomination replaces the original’s enigmatic lyrics with what amounts to a bizarre rant filled with racism, misogyny, transphobia, homophobia, anti-Semitism, and probably a few other sorts of bigotry I’m forgetting.

Adding to the horribleness of it all, the song is littered with the weird racist slang that’s become ubiquitous in certain corners of the far-right today, making portions of the song all but incomprehensible for anyone who’s not a Nazi, a channer and/or a regular reader of Heartiste’s blog. Here’s one of the choruses, to give you just a taste of this horror:

Help, I’m cuckin’ into the shitlib zone
Place is a bathhouse, can’t stop being prone
My manhood’s been moved, under Jenner’s dress
How far am I to bend when they call me racist?

That’s actually one of the more comprehensible bits of the song. Other lines from the song aren’t quite so clear:

Yeah, my daughter’s burning coal, dindu in my bed

As a regular hate-reader of Heartiste’s hate site, I actually understand this nonsense, so let me translate. “Coal-burning” means interracial sex between a white woman and a black man (the term may also mean sex between a white man and a black woman, but I’ve never seen it used that way). “Dindu” is a lovely new derogatory term for black people, based on the notion that black “thugs” (and/or their families) always say that they “dindu nuffin” when they’re accused of crimes that racist white dudes think they’ve committed.

So evidently the “sh*tlib cuck” who is the song’s narrator is being “cucked” by his wife and a black man; meanwhile, his daughter is also dating a black man.

You can read the rest of the lyrics in Heartiste’s post if you feel like putting yourself through that particular ordeal.

Speaking of ordeals, here’s the actual song. I tried, but was unable to make it all the way through; it wasn’t a technical issue but a “goddamn it what the hell am I doing with my life that I’m actually listening to this horrendous crap” issue. You may have a similar problem.

Here’s Golden Earring’s original. You might want to listen to it instead, as it will not make you continually cringe from start to finish.

Seriously, you gals can’t even sit on chairs properly!

Ladies! Stop doing stuff! Doing stuff is for dudes. So quit it with all the doing and concentrate on the be-ing Because that’s all you gals are good at, really.

That, at least, is the thesis of some dude who calls himself Otis, who did a thing over in the comments for a New York Times article. Our old friend Heartiste liked that thing he did so much that he went and did a thing with it on his blog. By which I mean he quoted it.

Otis started off like he was giving a lecture at Birmingham School of Business School:

Peter Drucker, in his famous essay Managing Oneself, advised strongly the need to understand your strengths and weaknesses, and observed that you can never win by improving your weaknesses, only by improving your strengths.

Then on to that doing and being stuff.

In broader socio-economic terms, we have given women the opportunity to build on their weaknesses (ability to compete against men) and discouraged them from capitalizing on their strengths (youth and fertility).

That’s right, gals! Stop working! Stop doing research and practicing medicine and starting businesses and caring for old people and cleaning hotel rooms and writing books and running for president and, well, pretty much everything you gals do.

Well, not absolutely everything. You should be taking every fertility drug you can get your hands on, and popping out new batches of babies, three or six or ten at a time, like puppies.

Oh, and you should be moving backwards in time. Work yourself back into your teen years, if possible, because that’s what the PUAs assure us is the height of female hotness.

Otis isn’t quite done yet:

They compete through artifices of fairness and inclusion that are borne on the backs of an ever-dwindling pool of male supporters.

That’s right, gals. You’re terrible at what you do. Dudes have just been humoring you the whole time, and cleaning up all the messes you make.

We have weakened society as a whole by building on women’s weaknesses in attempts to make them the equal of men, rather than encouraging them in their natural strengths.

Seriously, gals, QUIT WORK and GET YOUNG before you destroy Western Civilization or something.

And while this charade is going on, men are encouraged to adopt feminine attitudes and lifestyles at the expense of their own natural strengths, now deemed unnecessary in the new gender-neutral economy.

Dudes, butch yourself the hell up!

Don’t be like this guy.

Just a modern guy

Seriously, women can’t do anything that a contemporary Red Pill dude could ever respect. I mean, look at the movies they make.

Successful pickup artist and locked-down white woman

Dudes! More specifically, white dudes! Are you interested in “locking down a good White woman” of your very own?

These days, a commenter on Chateau Heartiste explains, you can’t just hypnotize the ladies with your buff bod and masterful pickup artistry. You also need to be racist as hell. Oh, sorry, you need “to reject the anti-White race-propaganda that’s flooding out [sic] society.”

You need White Supremacist Game.

According to a comment from “Corvo” that Heartiste liked so much that he made a post of it,

The culture has become increasingly negrofied, and, whether by nature, nurture, or CultMarx propaganda (seemingly a perfect storm of all three) so many young White men and boys are just unprepared for the reality of the mating game in the current year.

And that’s where the white supremacy comes in:

Without race-awareness, far too many will either end up as wiggers–second-class, embarrassing, pale shadows aping the worst humans on the planet–or schlubby beta borderline incels.

Huh. I’m a little confused here, since I was under the impression that the “worst humans on the planet” were the aspiring pickup artists who read Chateau Heartiste.

It’s not surprising, really, when you’re force fed a diet of CultMarx propaganda that tells White boys they have no culture or history to be proud of (in fact if anything they should feel guilty) and that they should just have some more potato chips and join in the magic negro worship.

So “Cultural Marxism” is basically an exceedingly sneaky plot to sell potato chips? That explains a lot.

For those who don’t believe that racism is the magic ingredient that will allow aspiring pickup artists to score themselves a truly quality woman, Corvo offers a “field report” that attests to his amazing success in attracting the young hotties during, er, a recent trip to a water park with his wife and kids.

Apparently there’s no “game” more powerful than “Racist Dad Game.”

I was out in northeast Pennsylvania for a few days with the wife and kids at this big indoor water park / lodge place in the mountains. Demographically it wasn’t quite what I grew up with, but it was still 80% White.

Well that’s a relief!

There were far too many soft White men lumbering around under too much fat; even worse was seeing young White boys already overweight at age 10. I’d estimate that a majority of the boys were fit and could grow into little shitlords given the right guidance. Most of the girls were fit, although most of the mothers were not (most outweighed my petite woman, who’s 7 months pregnant).

That’s right. Even though his wife is pregnant, she’s no fattie!

I’m no looker; 5’10” and about a buck-fifty; bald (been rocking the skinhead since college) and in my early 40s.

But Corvo knows what to do to make sure the young hotties notice him.

I threw up a flag – put the TRUMP t-shirt on and walked around like I owned the fucking place.

Donald Trump is such an awesome alpha that just wearing a t-shirt with his name on it will make you irresistable to the hot babes!

[O]ver two days I had 4 cute girls, none older than 21, come up to tell me they liked my shirt

That’s right, fellas! SOME HOT BABES LIKED HIS TRUMP T-SHIRT at a rate of TWO HOT BABES PER TRUMP SHIRT PER DAY! Obviously they all wanted to bear his children.

(for the record, I got one positive comment from another father, and one smart-ass remark from a 65+ cat lady hag working at the on-site Starbucks – I told the cunt to make my coffee great).

Wait, there are 65-year-old women working at Starbucks? I’m beginning to wonder if this story isn’t really 100% accurate.

Yeah I gave the cute girls some friendly banter and invoked a little very mild dread game with my wife, but this is the point: there are still good (as good as they come anyway) White girls out there just waiting to be taken and lead.

Er, the past tense of the verb “to lead” is “led.” Also, I’m not 100% sure that when a woman half your age says she likes your t-shirt that this is an indication that she would also like your penis.

The quality ones are the ones with latent race-realism in their naughty little hearts. And any real man is going to want a brood of little sh*tlords one day.

I hate to break it to you, dude, but your kids aren’t going to grow up to be carbon copies of you. They might end up rejecting your foul racism. And possibly dating or even marrying someone who isn’t white.

Oh, we can only hope!

I doubt any one of those girls would have approached me back in my go-along-and-get-along-beta-gentleman days.

So over the course of two days at a water park teeming with people, four young women said they liked his Trump shirt. Dude, that doesn’t make you King Sexy of Supersexy Land. I know this may be hard to believe, dude, but it’s possible that they … just liked your Trump shirt.

Corvo follows this story with a lovely racist rant.

Wherever they go, nogs and third-world ingrates showboat and walk around like they own the place. When the truth is they and their culture have built nothing, accomplished nothing, and know nothing; they are shallow, ignorant, and ultimately dependent on White men.

This from a guy whose idea of a great accomplishment is to wear a Trump shirt to a water park and get a few compliments on it.

I don’t walk around hating anything that doesn’t deserve hatred, but you need race-realism to put things into perspective so that you can go out there and pull the quality girls.

Sure, basic Game will get you plenty of warm holes to stick your dick in for a few minutes, and by all means use it to your advantage. But the cocktail of Game and race-realism mixed and served daily by the worthy men of Le Chateau are the prescription for true abundance in life.

That and a Trump t-shirt, I guess.

This dude has some thoughts he’d like to share with you

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So this was the scene outside a Trump rally in Phoenix Arizona last Saturday: A “tribal”-tatted, Trump-supporting Swole-American yelling “F–KING COOK MY BURRITO, BITCH” at a gentleman he evidently believed to be of Mexican descent.

Some of his other, er, observations:

• “Get the f–k out of here! Our country, motherf–ker, our country!”
• “Proud f–king American! Made in USA, bitch, made in f–king USA!”
• “Build that f–king wall, for me!”
• “Trump! I love Trump!”

You can watch the whole performance below, in a video that went viral this past week after being posted on Gawker.

If you pause the video 55 seconds in, you can spot a tattooed number “43” under the arm of the muscular fellow, later identified as Zack Fisher;  this just happens to be a favorite symbol of a small but spirited organization called the Supreme White Alliance. You can probably guess what sort of group it is.

Naturally, Fisher has been warmly embraced by some of Trump’s most obnoxiously racist fans.

But before we get to that, let’s hear a bit more from Fisher himself — who explained to The Tab that, why no, he wasn’t a racist at all.

I love all colors. I’m no racist. I am who I am. There’s people out there of all colors that are horrible. Whites, browns, blacks, yellows out there, it doesn’t matter. It’s the color of your heart. …

It sucks that people are scared to stand up for what they believe in, and yet Latinos can do it and it’s fine. And if we do it? We’re racist. White people? The only race you can legally discriminate against.

He apparently spends a lot of time thinking about White Chicks, a Wayans Brothers “comedy” from 2004 in which two of the Wayanses play rogue FBI agents who go undercover as, well, white chicks.

People make movies about us and do we get mad? Like White Chicks? If there was a movie called Black Chicks, it would be a huge race thing. … We couldn’t do that, no way, they’d be like, “this is so racist.” And yet they can make a movie making fun of white people.

And what a widely celebrated film it is! Richard Roeper declared it “the worst movie of the year,” while Roger Ebert informed his readers that “it took an act of the will to keep me in the theater.” It’s got a Rotten Tomatoes score of 13%, ranking it lower than Wild Hogs, The Love Guru, and Hot Tub Time Machine 2.

I just wish people could get over what happened back in the day, to Mexico or Blacks. That was back in the past, people don’t get over it and it sucks. I forgive and forget. A lot of people don’t.

Dude, you haven’t even gotten over “White Chicks!”

Fisher may want to pretend that he’s not racist; many of his new fans don’t bother denying their racism.

Heartiste, the pickup-artist-turned-internet-Nazi, declared Fischer to be the “Sh-tlord Of The Week” for this week, encouraging his readers to adopt Fisher’s catchphrase “GO F–KING COOK MY BURRITO BITCH” as their own.

“If America is to be great/White again,” Heartiste declared,

she’ll need the help of ALL her sh-tlords, from the meme-making pranksters to the theme-cranking intellectuals to the shitlib-shaming musclebros. … it’s all to the Good in the Time of the Trumpening.

Heartiste’s fans were equally enthusiastic

A fellow calling himself Southern WASP happily declared:

It’s happening — the same noble White Man’s spirit that created the United States, as an act of rebellion, is now returning.

An older gentleman calling himself ultimathule1 happily explained that the video “just made my day!” It also got him thinking wistfully about growing up in a much whiter America.

I’m 60 years old, so I was 4 years old in 1960 when the U.S. was just a hair under 90% White. That”s the Whitest that it’s ever been, before or since. I have clear, wonderful memories of my childhood in the ’60s, growing up in a Finnish immigrant family with loving Old World parents and surrounded by normal, psychologically-healthy White Americans.

These days, ultimathule1 complained,

We Europeans are being squeezed into impending extinction simultaneously from below and above. Regardless of whether Trump wins or loses, he has unleashed a powerful force – the angry and fed-up White Man who will no longer take his dispossession passively, but who will push back and fight for everything he loves. To quote Steve McNallen, the founder of the Asatru Folk Assembly, “The existence of my people is not negotiable!” Let that be one of our war slogans.

The Asatru Folk Assembly, in case you’re wondering, is a white supremacist Odinist sect.

Captain Obvious suggested that he would soon be personally taking up arms:

Shiznat’s starting to get real. I’ve been thinking a lot about the Ruger Alaskan 2.5″ in 44 magnum – will it fit in the pants pocket of my Dickies work jeans?

In a followup comment, he explained why he needed a gun he could easily conceal:

I live on the outskirts of Sh!tlibistan. Folks here would totally phreak out if they saw open carry. … we have a metric sh-t-ton of nogs & muds & mystery meats & other troublemakers in the immediate vicinity [and we’ve even had mohammedan events]. So I need something with stopping power [for large nogs & mohammedans & sh!tlib pitbulls & whatnot] which doesn’t bulge too much.

Fisher, too, has evidently taken up arms, telling The Tab that since the video of him went viral he’s been carrying a “gun, with a bullet in the chamber. And that’s fine, I carry a gun with me everywhere and always.”

At the same Trump rally, an apparent friend of Fisher showed up in a “F–K Islam” t-shirt; after being escorted from the event, apparently by Trump’s security detail, he strapped on a gun and gave this interview to Eric Rosenwald, who also shot the video of Fisher.

Not all Trump supporters have picked up guns. Some, like the gleefully grinning young man in this earlier video by Rosenwald, prefer pepper spray.

This is what Trump has wrought.

Alt-right “street artists” will never match the brilliance of this bit of graffiti

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The Alt-Right has a new plan to take over the culture … by appropriating the “corporate symbols of the left” and — get this! — subverting them. And then, like, pasting them on buildings and stuff. Because no one has ever thought of THAT before! 

In a recent blog post, the pickup-artist-turned-white-supremacist-Trump-superfan “Heartiste” proudly posts a photo of one such subversion: street posters that have transformed the Apple logo, “an iconic image of globohomo shitlibbery,” into “a pro-Trumpening war banner” by turning the standard bite from the apple into a Trump silhouette.

Aw, it’s cute — they think they’re Banksy!

Heartiste then posts his own contribution to the “existential war for the soul of Western Man.”

Er, what?

If you’ve ever wondered if it was possible to screw up in Photoshop if all you’re doing is posting words onto a plain white background, it turns out the answer is “yes.”

Here’s a slightly more clever use of the Adidas brand:

Hillary Clinton: Man-murdering warmonger?

As Donald Trump descends ever further into the maelstrom of his own id, the rhetoric of his most devoted fans grows ever wilder.

On the blog of the rabidly racist pickup artist James “Heartiste” Weidmann — you may recall his recent attacks on Paul Ryan — one of the regular commenters has a rather creative new theory about Hillary: She’s deliberately trying to start a war with Russia because she wants to kill off as many young American men as possible. 

In a comment on Heartiste’s blog, someone calling himself Days of Broken Arrows lays out the twisted logic of this hypothesis:

Hillary wants to send your sons off to war so your daughters will get their jobs. It’s a deliberate attempt to kill off large segments of the male population.

Maybe it’s conscious on her part; maybe it’s unconscious, but the end result is that lots of men will be pulled from the labor force making way for women. I’m surprised no one else has picked up on this. To me it perfectly explains why she’d be gunning for a war with Russia before she’s even in office. Has she been pushing for a female draft? No. Therefore, a large-scale war would be the ultimate “full employment” program for women.

The final solution for feminists, so to speak.

Apparently the “alt” in “alt right” is short for “alternate reality.”

Instead of dismissing Mr. Broken Arrows’ theory as possibly the most ludicrous thing anyone has ever said about Hillary (except for those who think she is literally a reptilian space alien who feeds on human blood), Heartiste has chosen to highlight the comment, and more or less endorse its “logic,” in a post of his own.

“thec*nt has been saber rattling for war with Russia,” he writes, using his favorite nickname for Hillary.

I wish that was hyperbole. She is an insane evil witch who hates Putin for whatever godforsaken neocon reason and would work hard to thrust America into a land war in Asia, her finger shaking with Parkinson’s as it dangled over the nuke button.

It couldn’t be that Hillary is critical of Putin because he, you know, invades his neighbors, murders civilians in Syria, and is using hackers to try to influence our elections. Naw, it has to be something else. Like a desire to kill men.

I’ve been saying from the beginning that thec*nt is a man-hating dyke. Literally. She hates men and she eats p***y. This is why she was so quick to forgive Bill’s affairs; she didn’t give a shit. Her heart was with other women. This is also why Trump’s unapologetic alpha male masculinity enrages her. She has a visceral hatred of men, and especially of men who act and look like men. It’s no wonder her campaign is filled with bitterbitch cat ladies, gay men, and effete nümales. Not a drop of testosterone between them to offend thec*nt.

Therefore: war with Russian, men dead, problem solved!

Naturally, Mr. Broken Arrows’ theory makes eminent sense to Heartiste’s eminently senseless commentariat.

“Days of Broken Arrows is on to something there,” WereallPalestinians now writes.

While I think there are many angles at play here, this is an important one. Its also one that the opposition can quickly point at and cry “Conspiracy kooks”. …

The (((Elite))) are getting nervous and pulling out all the stops. But the Trumpening has a slowly waking populace on its side.

The ironically named A Wise Man also seconds Broken Arrows’ theory — and adds another one of his own (which, as silly as it is, at least makes a teensy bit more sense than the “kill men give jobs to women” theory).

I’ve been saying for months that the C*nt wants to start WWIII with Russia. Not only for the reasons mentioned in this article, but also because of her paranoid belief that Russia is behind the wikileaks dump. Don’t doubt for a moment that this bitch isn’t petty and vindictive enough to drag us into a war to end all wars over what she perceives as a personal slight.

A commenter calling himself GB somehow manages to say nothing about Broken Arrows’ theory while using the word “cuck” as many times as possible. Accusing the GOP establishment of wanting Trump to lose, he notes that he

[j]ust got an email survey from GOPe, asking if I was voting Trump, yes. And if I was voting GOPe downticket, nope. Cucks are catching on that it ain’t their country anymore. Don’t be fooled they can’t be converted, backstabbing cucks forever. I think the GOPe dream is a c*nton presidency with both houses being GOPe cucklicans.

“Cucklicans?” Wouldn’t “Recucklicans” be the preferred nomanclature?

I don’t know if I can take another month of this nonsense.

Hillary Clinton listening to Trump at the Al Smith dinner, and looking forward to her imminent landslide victory

If you watched Trump’s appearance at the Al Smith dinner last night, you might be forgiven for concluding that he bombed, big league.

The annual charity dinner is sort of a political version of a celebrity roast, albeit one that is a little less vicious and a lot less funny. The main task of any politician speaking at the event is to demonstrate the rudiments of a sense of humor, especially when it comes to jokes directed at them.

Trump failed. Unlike Hillary, who managed to more or less get into the spirit of the thing, Trump’s only decent self-deprecating joke, if you can call it that, was at Melania’s expense, not his own. And he devoted most of his time to nasty attacks on Hillary that didn’t even vaguely resemble jokes, managing to draw actual boos from the crowd in the process.

Naturally, Trump’s most terrible fans think that he totally kicked ass.

On his blog today, white supremacist pickup artist James “Heartiste” Weidmann celebrates Trump’s alleged victory over “the infirm Queen of C*nts, Hillary Rotten Clinton” with several paragraphs worth of overcooked prose:

At the Al Smith charity dinner, Trump laid a trap for the elites and unleashed his vengeance on a gathering of effete plutocrats, smug globalist whores, lapdog media hacks, intellectually inbred urbanites, and the Wicked Bitch herself. …

He nuked the ruling class and the Clinton Machine from orbit and took a piss on their smoldering ashes. 

Weidmann continues on in this vein for several more paragraphs, but I imagine you’ve got the gist of his, er, argument already.

Amazingly, Weidmann has managed to find another Trump fan whose, er, analysis of the event is even more histrionic than his own, an anonymous fellow running a blog called Face to Face. Here’s what that dude has to say on the subject:

[T]he time for yukking it up with the Establishment is over. Watch as Trump the court jester begins with his routine of juggling several glistening knives in the air, for the amusement of the white-tie audience, then calmly collects them one by one into his hands, and throws them straight into the chests of the plutocrats and the media.

The courtiers mocked him as a reality TV clown, and struck cruel blows against his little-people supporters whenever they felt like a little entertainment. So the jester decides to put on a show for the court where “Trump acts like Trump” and they’re all laughing along with the act. He convinces them it would be a riot for them to put on wax masks showing elitist caricatures, then begins a fire-breathing routine — only to spit the fire right onto their masks. As the courtiers scramble around the ballroom with their faces ablaze, the jester and his little-people companions storm out and burn down the rest of the palace.

Yipes. I think someone’s metaphoric license needs to be revoked.

If you want to watch what actually happened at the dinner when Trump got up to speak, here are some of the highlights, by which I mean lowlights.

You can see the whole thing here.

Mad Magazine on Mad Max: Fury Road

I admit I probably write about pickup-artist-turned-alt-right-opinion-haver Heartiste a bit more often than he merits. But his combination of furious bigotry and purple prose is irresistible.

Consider his brilliant new plan to defeat Hillary Clinton by impugning the masculinity of her male supporters.

“All politics is gonadal,” he declares in a post on his blog today.

Given this reality, the most effective political persuasion techniques are those that evoke the ancient rhythms of the sexual market.

Rhythms?

Heartiste ‘s favorite “persuasion technique?” Calling people names in order to make them feel bad about themselves. In this particular case, he hopes to make Hillary’s male supporters so ashamed of their alleged betahood that they can’t bring themselves to actually vote.

[I]f sufficiently shamed and ostracized by effective [counterpropaganda] that leverages the power of anxiety over one’s sexual market status, many nominal males who plan to vote for Inmate Hillary can be dissuaded from exercising their right to notarize the featherweight class of their shrunken scrotes.

Yeah, I don’t know why he writes like that.

Much as virulent homophobia can force gays into the closet, Heartiste suggests, shaming male Hillary supporters as “manginas” will keep them from going to the polls.

Just as a healthy and strong society with rock-ribbed shitlord norms can keep gays far enough in the closet that their petri dish flamboyance doesn’t creep out the kids, so can a fearless embrace of immutable and omnipotent sexual market law — and the exploitation thereof — cow mincing betaboys from pulling the lever for thec*nt.

In case you’re having a little trouble parsing the end of that sentence — I had to reread it several times myself — he’s using “cow” as a verb. “Cow-mincing” isn’t a real thing, though perhaps it should be.

Also, thec*nt (with its “u” uncensored) is Heartiste’s favorite nickname for Hillary, though you probably figured that out already.

You may be wondering how exactly Heartiste’s brilliant new strategy differs from the traditional alt-right strategy of calling everyone “cucks.”

For one thing, it uses a greater number of words, castigating Hillary’s male fans as “nominal males,” “mincing betaboys,” and “f*ggy Millennial manlets with incipient bitch tits.” Obviously this is TOTALLY DIFFERENT than just calling them “cucks.”

Heartiste also suggests that his fans make use of a helpful visual aid in their efforts to shame the aforementioned “mincing betaboys” into non-voting. Namely. this little meme here.

The picture at the top of the meme is, as you’ve probably gathered, a still from Mad Max: Fury Road.

I’m guessing Heartiste has not seen the film.

Obama has had just about enough of this nonsense

Once upon a time, the pickup artist who calls himself Heartiste (real name James Weidmann) actually provided his readers advice — terrible, backwards, and thoroughly misogynistic advice, but advice nonetheless —  on how to pick up the hot babes.

These days he seems to devote most of his attention to laments over the “demographic displacement of White heritage America” and to increasingly elaborate fantasies of revenge towards the “shitlibs” and other alleged traitors who have supported or encouraged these alleged crimes against Whitey.

Now these fantasies have expanded to involve the sitting president, who Weidmann thinks should be literally hung for his “treason.”

In  post on his blog yesterday, Weidmann reported with some alacrity that the

lame duck White House squatter Gay Mulatto [has] admitted to committing treason against the United States of America.

Oh, did I forget to mention that Weidmann has a strange habit of referring to Obama as “Gay Mulatto?” Well, he does. Because he thinks “mulatto” is a terrible insult and also because he’s convinced for some reason that Obama is gay.

So what exactly does Obama’s alleged “treason” consist of? Did he call upon a hostile foreign government to hack the email servers of his political enemies?

No, nothing so trivial. It seems that Obama acknowledged, in a recent interview on NPR, the incontrovertible demographic fact that America is getting less white.

“If you stopped all immigration today,” Obama told an NPR interviwer, “just by virtue of birth rates, this is going to be a browner country.”

To Weidmann, this is a SMOKING GUN.

A browner country is exactly what Gay Mulatto wanted. It’s why he refuses to close the border, why he won’t enforce immigration laws, why he wanted to fast-track unconditional amnesty and give illegals the vote, and why he has spent years and political capital bum rushing Somalis into heartland America.

Well, not so much. For what it’s worth, we’re hardly being flooded with foreigners. Illegal immigration hit a peak in 2007, and has been down ever since. In recent years, more Mexicans have left the US than have entered it. And while the actual numbers are murky, there’s no doubt that Obama has deported a substantial number of undocumented immigrants.

That said, Obama is right: people of color are having more babies than whites, and the country is getting “browner.” In thirty years or so, demographers expect, whites will no longer be the majority in the US.

As Weidmann sees it, this is all Obama’s fault:

Make no mistake, this was Gay Mulatto’s treasonous plan all along: the dispossession and demographic displacement of White heritage America. Open borders to the brown world was his biggest middle finger yet to the White lineage that he so despises in his own family tree.

Well, aside from the fact that the borders aren’t open.

HE IS OPENLY BRAGGING ABOUT THE INEVITABILITY OF IT NOW, because he thinks, not unjustifiably based on past experience, that White America won’t hold him accountable. That instead Whites will line up behind Gay Mulatto and cheer their till now bloodless annihilation from the nation their ancestors built and their White posterity will inherit.

But NO MORE! With Trump in power, Weidmann declares, evil “traitors” like Obama will get the retribution they deserve.

In clown world, he gets away with it. Luckily for him, he’s leaving right at the moment clown world is about to cede to a resurgent sane world, in which the gallows for traitors to the nation are returned to service. We have these treasonous vermin on record and every legal justification at hand. All we need now is the will to make our enemies pay for their crimes against the People of the United States.

Cue the Mitchell/Web “Are We the Baddies?” sketch.

Mel Gibson and Vince Vaughn definitely not enjoying Meryl Streep’s Golden Globes speech

At various points during Meryl Streep’s Golden Globe speech on Sunday the show’s producers cut away from the actress to shots of fellow actors listening somberly but sympathetically to her heartfelt critique of Donald Trump’s bullying of a disabled reporter.

And then there were Mel Gibson and Vince Vaughn, two decidedly non-liberal Hollywooders whom the cameras caught looking, well, a little less than thrilled by Streep’s deft takedown of The Donald. The moment was screenshotted and passed around on social media; that’s it at the top of this post.

While most of those passing around the grouchy Mel and glowering Vince pic found it vaguely amusing, one Nazoid pickup artist found it downright inspiring.

And yes, I’m talking about the flamboyantly racist, metaphor-abusing Heartiste (real name James Weidmann), who in recent years has more or less stopped providing his readers with the dopey pickup tips that made him internet-famous in the first place and turned instead to racist diatribes and weird fantasies of violent retribution against the “shitlibs” he hates so much.

In a blog post yesterday, Heartiste waxed poetic about the “white hot fire” that he thinks is rising in the hearts of white dudes. “There’s fight left in White men,” he proclaimed.

The time is coming, very soon now, when the paper tigress of shitliberalism is exposed on the vivisecting table, and unapologetic shitlords stream out of their bunkers armed to the teeth with the liberating knowledge that the passive-aggressive snarl is all their enemies bring to battle, and behind that snarl there’s nothing but cowardly submission.

Yeah, he has a bit of trouble restricting himself to one metaphor at a time.

But I digress. Here’s where Mel and Vince come in. “Look at the fire in Vince Vaughn’s and Mel Gibson’s eyes,” Heartiste wrote, after posting the now-legendary screenshot of the two. Then he basically projected all of his anger and racism onto the two of them:

They forge in the furnace of their unalloyed disgust a quiet and seething intolerance for the enemies of White men; a vengeance devised to settle the ultimate score — recapture of their homeland from degenerates within — percolates in their blood and radiates from their irises.

Now, Mel Gibson may be something of a bigot — he’s spouted racist and sexist and anti-Semitic nonsense pretty freely in the past. But I don’t see much “vengeance” in his eyes, at least in the screenshot from the Golden Globes. He looks less like some avenging Aryan warrior than he does someone who’s trying desperately to remember if he turned the stove off before heading to the awards ceremony.

Vaughn, on the other hand, looks ready to murder someone. But I’m pretty sure he’s not actually a Nazi.

But Heartiste doesn’t let minor considerations of fact cloud his fantasies, and soon he was imputing the same vengeful thoughts to literally millions of white dudes in America.

Look at those eyes brimming with righteous hatred closely, and multiply that look by millions, because that’s how many White men of the West feel the same way. And their numbers grow daily. White men are awakening to their planned and active dispossession by malevolent forces corrupting the creation of their ancestors.

And these white guys are definitely not fans of Ms. Streep. Sorry, Ms. StreepThroat:

They see Meryl StreepThroat as another in a long line of preachy hypocritical reprobates shitting on their race and culture and values for fun and profit and the adulation of the elite bubble crowd.

You might wonder how exactly Ms, StreepThroat was shitting on her race in the Golden Globe speech, given that the disabled reporter that Trump mocked and she defended was actually a white guy. Ah, but Heartiste has the answer: Any criticism of Trump is a “proxy attack” on the white race.

This rapidly coalescing army of normal White men and the White women who have not yet abandoned them for the wigger low life knows that attacks on Trump are proxy attacks on Whites. They know, too, that Meryl Creep gave a standing ovation for child-rapist Roman Polanski, and wonder who is she to lecture White Trump-supporters about decency?

While it is true that Streep, along with too many other Hollywooders, applauded Polanski after he won best director at the Academy Awards in 2003, this seems a rather odd line of attack for Heartiste, who has claimed in the past that it’s natural and normal and SCIENTIFIC for grown men to want to have sex with 15-year-old girls.

But never mind, because Heartiste is on to yet another dumb nickname for Streep:

Meryl HeatStreep, in the act of mendaciously regurgitating a media-generated fake news story about Trump mocking a disabled reporter, says “Disrespect invites disrespect”. White men of the West say to her, “Your cretinous ilk have been disrespecting core White America for generations. You just don’t like that now there’s return fire.”

I’m just trying to follow the logic here. Streep and her “cretinous ilk” are mad that Trump (representing “core white America”) has fired back at Streep et al for “disrespecting core White America.” Except that the “return fire” from Trump is supposedly just “a media-generated fake news story?”

This race war is more complicated than I thought.

Heartiste ends his post with a very strange vision of nuclear Armageddon.

And this time, anti-White shitlibs, the war won’t be fought with rhetorical BB shooters. The cucks are chastened, the silos opened, and the shiv-tipped nukes ready for launch.

Er, why would you need to attach knives to the tips of your nuclear missiles? Wouldn’t the giant nuclear explosions be enough?

White supremacy is weird.

Non-existent child at the Women’s March in Charlotte

Were the Women’s Marches last Saturday an inspiring act of resistance to the incoming Trump regime, or just a collection of bitter, aging childless bitches looking for some drama in their lives?

It’s the latter, at least according to one bitter, aging, and I’m pretty sure childless bastard. The virulently racist, woman-hating, Trump-loving pickup artist Heartiste — real name James Weidmann — offers his take on the march in a blog post today.

His working hypothesis?

The … Bitter Bitch March can be explained, in part, as the mass hysteria of childless women seeking the drama in their lives that their childlessness denies them.

Huh. So apparently the assorted pictures floating around of children at the Women’s Marches in Washington and elsewhere are all just photoshop jobs? If so, kudos to the photoshoppers for making them look so realistic.

Meanwhile, a writer for Forbes either apparently hallucinated a whole little army of kids at the march. “Among the estimated 1.2 million people at the Women’s March on Washington were a staggering number of children,” Forbes’ Frances Bridges writes.

I was surprised by the myriad of babies swaddled to their parents, children marching, sitting in strollers or on the shoulders of their parents and grandparents. 

But let’s just set aside the photographic evidence and eyewitness reports. This is Trump’s America, and in this new reality, Heartiste is entitled to his own set of alternate facts.

So let’s just, for the sake of argument, assume that the marches were overflowing with bitter childless women. Why does that matter? Heartiste quotes one eminent expert on all things female, namely an anonymous commenter on his site called Days of Broken Arrows, who posits that

Women are psychologically built to deal with drama, because nothing is more drama-inducing that having to deal with a baby or a toddler.

But if there are no kids, women still have the psychological need for drama. So they create it.

You can’t argue with this SCIENCE.

Heartiste goes on to wax poetic about the evils of childlessness and women and Ashley Judd.

American White women — and Western White women in general — have the easy life, all whims catered to, all conceptions thwarted, all egos stroked. Their abject sexual liberation and child-free lifestyles … has made them yearn for submission to a greater dramatic power. Now that God is gone and the patriarchy is prostrate and supplicating boringly drama-free beta males orbit them like cosmic dust, to whom do these placated women submit?

Islam. Leftoid equalism. The cock carousel. And finally, they submit to incoherent rage fueled by the dying eggs of their childless wombs.

Orbiting beta dust. Cock carousels. Dying egg fuel. I’m having a little trouble visualizing all of this. Could someone with better graphics ability than me construct a useful diagram?

Anyhoo, the worst example of bitter childless womanhood that Heartiste can imagine is actress and activist Ashley Judd, childless by choice, who apparently read some sort of poem before “a squealing crowd of whores and harpies” at the DC march.

Heartiste, who has apparently seen video of the recitation, is not impressed, declaring that Ms. Judd’s

“poem” was a psychotic, obscene fusillade of nonsense and man-hatred. A more iconic representative of the inchoate mentality and emotional infantilism of modern feminism would be hard to find. A literal crazy bag lady screeched like a loony toon as half a million sympatico spinsters and sluts metaphorically scissored her c**ty discharge.

Not only is scissoring not really a thing, that’s not even how it works.

After weighing all the scientific evidence, Heartiste concludes:

Childlessness and cresting sexual worthlessness are the two unspoken, subconscious psychological drivers impelling the scattershot and scatterbrained “protests” of the women who went to the Bitter Bitch March. …

Strip away the sound and nagging of the bitterbitches, signifying nothing, and you are left with the sad tragic realities of their lives. Childless Ashley Judd with the dead womb six feet under a mound of piling regret is Exhibit [vagina-related slur redacted]. 

Heartiste — himself childless, as far as I know — follows his attack on Judd with a passage that is perhaps a little more revealing than he intends it to be. Judd, he declares, is

a nasty woman because her heart is small and black, poisoned with envy and regret, with nothing but ugly feminist anthems to alleviate the pain of spinsterhood and cratering SMV that consumes her.

Projection, it’s not just a river in Egypt.

Filthy slut! I blame Cultural Marxism

In the midst of all the excitement yesterday, I kind of forgot to do any Valentine’s Day posts. So I’m going to make up for that with a POST-VALENTINE’S DAY 50% OFF SALE ON BELATED VALENTINE’S DAY POSTS.

First up, everyone’s favorite Naziesque pickup artist, the adult human man who actually calls himself Heartiste. Mr. H thinks it’s hilarious that some random single lady on Craigslist posted an ad in hopes of finding a date for Valentine’s Day.

After quoting her fairly innocuous message seeking a fella to “meet for coffee and just talk about life and things,” Heartiste lays into Valentine’s day itself, lamenting that the once-special day has allegedly changed from a celebration of “couples [rejoicing] in their love” into a holiday that

has had to bend to the new reality of pump and dumps, flings, the extended cock carousel ride, delayed marriage, and late in life marriage.

Then he unleashes this sentence, a doozy even by his standards.

So V Day has morphed into a convenient, plausibly deniable excuse for these future cat ladies to crassly advertise themselves in the hope they’ll get banged out by cads or showered with sexless sympathy feelz by gullible white knight betas all too willing to drop a bennie on expensive cocktails so that they can trudge homeward with full aching balls after doing their last ditch V-date duty and cheering up a studio apartment slut who’s experiencing a bout of regret and timetable disorientation in between cock hops.

Here’s a fun game: Try reading it out loud in one breath, and see how far you get!

I only made it up to “showered.”

Ein Mann von Charakter?

So over on Chateau Heartiste, the pickup blog now devoted mostly to Nazi-riffic racist rants, they’re talking about ways to fight what blog proprietor James “Heartiste” Weidmann calls the “globalhomo agenda.”

Heartiste suggests that it is the duty of all “MAGAmen [to] engage their civic duty and report illegals to ICE.” And it doesn’t have to just be “mexicans,” as one commenter on his site notes; there are plenty of “chinks” and “bindis” who deserve deportation too!

Heartiste ends his brief post with what has become a fairly regular feature of his blog — a suggestion that unless the US gives racist white dudes what they want these white dudes might just have to start murdering people who aren’t pale enough for their tastes.

“Now that’s a resistance worth its name,” he writes, referring to the strategy of reporting brown folks to ICE. But if this

battle tactic … fails to thwart Globohomo, Inc., there aren’t many civilized options left before we’re talking a real resistance that splatters the history books.

I am assuming he means splattered with blood, not the contents of his juice box. Usually, Heartiste’s threats — oh sorry they’re just “predictions” — involve hanging white “leftoids” and people of color from the nearest lampposts.

While Heartiste is always careful to couch his murderous threats “predictions” in language he evidently thinks will give him some sort of plausible deniability, not all of his fans are quite so circumspect. A fellow calling himself swimologist writes

You know what a better “resistance” effort would be? Next time you’re near a Trump immigration protest, or a Muslim riot in Europe, just shoot ten of the protesters. I guarantee you that will bring the a resolution to the entire issue to the fore more quickly.

While some of Heartiste’s followers were shocked — shocked! — to discover explicit praise of racist murder on the blog of a man who regularly praises racist murder in slightly more circumspect language, others saw swimologist’s “shoot ten” and raised it.

A commenter calling himself  tomjones — presumably not the singer — thinks that phone calls to ICE won’t be enough to effectively combat the brown menace.

“You need STATE power to make a difference,” he declares, recommending the solutions engineered by such lovely fellows as “Putin. Hirohito. Mussolini. Franco” and, of course, Hitler’s Wehrmacht.

Anything else is the equivalent of wanking to old playboys. Armies. Militias. “just shoot ten of the protesters.” well, that’s more of the right idea from our brother swimologist.

You can see some of the Wehrmacht’s handiwork here. (Very NSFW.)

Another regular offers this rather final solution to the “Muslim problem” in Germany:

Elsewhere in the comments to this repugnant post, I noticed that some of the regulars had moved on from bashing brown people to attacking a blonde woman who’d made a YouTube video they didn’t like.

One of the more irregular of the regulars, a fellow who writes in his own oddball patois in which “llzozozozzozozozz” and similar outbursts take the place of the standard internet “lol,” even made his own little meme about her.

I’m struck by the reference to “good men of character.” Presumably the meme-maker considers himself to be part of this demographic. Presumably Heartiste and his genocide-hungry fans do as well.

Maybe this is just me, but I’m pretty sure white dudes who spend their spare time gleefully fantasizing about murdering everyone who’s not white are not strictly speaking, “good men of character.”

Our dystopian future?

If you want a picture of the future, imagine a cat sitting on a human face forever.

That, at least, is the nightmare vision of the future of these United States that emerges from a recent post by pickup-artist-cum-Nazoid-philosopher James “Heartiste” Weidmann.

Weidmann, you see, is alarmed by reports that testosterone in American men has been declining for several decades now, and in a post on his blog a couple of days ago, he suggests that this long decline portends a dire future for America — soon t0 be overtaken by weak-chinned men, “man-jawed” women, widespread cuckoldry, mandatory drama club in high schools, and cats, lots of cats.

Also, “ears may become floppy.” Human ears, that is.

Let’s go through some of his predictions so we can all prepare for this brave new world. In low-T America, he suggests, men will become a bunch of cat-owning pussies.

“[T]eam sports will disappear,” Heartiste laments.

marriage will increasingly be platforms for brides to take selfies and grooms to blubber during the vows. jerkboy best men will be tasked with the job of deflowering any virgin brides remaining in the wilds as the soyfatted grooms recite lines from their favorite feminist poets. …

the rate of cuckoldry will increase.

cat ownership will increase among men.

muscle cars will become a distant relic.

Men will grow so wimpy that their bodies will shrink, turning soft and rounded, with

balls, penises, jawlines, chins, noses, and musculature … literally shrink[ing] in men. ears may become floppy.

As a result of the increased pussyhood of men, women will have to

dress and act sluttier to capture the attention of increasingly benumbed men who need the services of the hardest of hardcore porn to feel aroused.

Meanwhile,

weird sexual paraphilias and fetishes will rise (those afflicted with declining libido will compensate with outlandish substitutes to bring back that lovin’ feeling).

Not all women will become sluttier and/or kinkier. Alongside the sluts, Heartiste warns, “the population of … cat ladies and bitter spinsters will explode,” as will, on the other side of the gender divide, the numbers of “basement bachelors” and “increasingly servile and pathetic” male feminists.

With most American men transformed into libidoless wusses, Heartiste imagines,

high libido men — cads — will reign supreme in the actual sexual market (what’s left of it) as opposed to the pretend sexual market that lonely feminists jabber about during their intersectionality bullshit sessions.

Workplaces will no longer be manly and productive.

corporations will turn into ghettos of bickering crones, slutty college girls, and yes-manlets. nothing will be produced but social media apps and articles about online dating.

the resulting economic collapse will create a run on arable urban land as millions of useless [white liberals] fight to the death for patches of communal gardens to plant their sad kale and heirloom tomatoes.

Meanwhile, American “politics will intensify its shift leftward because low T men will vote more like women.”

As you may have noticed, many of the things that terrify Heartiste actually sound pretty good.

But low-T American wusses will get their final comeuppance, as the nation’s testosterone deficit will likely inspire “higher T conquerors,” by which Heartiste means Muslim men, to crash our country and “wipe out the low T White submissivists.”

Still, Heartiste holds out some hope. Maybe, just maybe, he suggests, some American men will “somehow evolve … an immunity against the low T disease.” America will then

rebound as Nature, in her infinite wisdom, entrusts the low T landscape to high T spermlords who, despite feminists’ faux abhorrence to the contrary, will piledrive a wide swath through a lot of parched pussy that has spent decades lost in an anhedonic wilderness of un-men.

A Nazi can dream, I guess.

NOTE: Apologies to George Orwell for that first sentence.

Not sure that portraying the woman voter here as a total badass really helped the antifeminist argument, but whatev

Men’s Rights Activists, and anti-feminists generally, are forever warning anyone who will listen that excessive feminism could, any day now, bring about the end of western civilization itself.

This is not a terribly new or original idea. And a post on Nazified pickup artist blog Chateau Heartiste today reminds us just how old and unoriginal this notion is.

The proprietor of that blog, James “Heartiste” Weidmann, brings his readers’ attention to a lengthy quotation from a 1911 book by a fellow named Octavius Beale.

[U]nreasonable demands for exaggerated “rights ” of women will always find a limit in the fact that the majority of men will constantly prefer for wives those who do not claim such rights, but who rather seek their happiness in cultivating and developing their specially feminine virtues and attributes, apart from any aim at equality with men.

Take that, feminist cat ladies with no husbands!

These attributes will also therefore be preferably inherited, whilst the extreme tendencies of the women’s rights movement will usually not come into heredity, but will constantly tend to die out.

Well, he was half right. Feminism did die out, for a time, but then it came back.

Notwithstanding, should woman-rule —contrary to all expectations— become so strong in any single State that it will be able to enforce all its demands, even the most extreme, that result could only be possible where the men are completely degenerated.

Degenerated, huh? Can you see where this is going?

Such a nation would soon be supplanted and dissolved by healthier peoples, who might, perhaps, stand on a lower scale of culture.

I believe he is referring to what the Nazis of today like to call “white genocide.” Back in 1911, Beale called it “Racial Decay” — which was in fact the title of his book.

Amazing how quickly and easily Beale slid from antifeminism to white supremacy. Just as so many antifeminists do today.

Heartiste follows up Beale’s dire, racist warning with a dire, racist warning of his own.

After declaring “equalism” to be “a corruption of civilized man’s soul,” he tries his best to rally the troops in defense of their white “tribe.”

[F]emcuntery will only achieve wrecking power in a nation of degenerated men unable and unwilling to act to preserve their culture and protect their tribe. Women are followers and will follow their nation right into the abyss if it guarantees their social standing among peers; as I’ve been saying, it’ll take shitlord men with big balls to bring their women to heel and their nation back to greatness.

Heartiste, seriously, no one wants to hear about your balls.

Sexy robots: Harbinger of civilizational collapse?

Will sweet sexy sexbots and “carnally-neutral industrial robots” unite to destroy civilization? Woman-hating “pickup artist” and wannabe white supremacist philosopher-king Heartiste says yes.

Heartiste, as long-time readers here may vaguely recall, has been obsessed with sexbots for some time. In the past he seemed most excited by the possibility that pliable and bendy sexy robot lady slaves could render all but the hottest flesh-and-blood ladies obsolete. Or at the very least force sub-par ladies to be less picky about who they have sex with.

Now Heartiste thinks that sexbots might just herald the end of civilization — at least in conjunction with the decidedly-non sexy worker robots who will be terkin all er jerbs.

Mr. H hasn’t really updated his thinking on the sexbot portion of the coming robot revolution.

The biggest impact will be a reduction in the asking price of women (in normie terms: a lot of sub-hottie women will have to date below their league if they don’t want to be alone). Sexbots, and other realistic simulacra of sex with a hot woman, will occupy the attention and, ahem, energy of a mass of omega and beta males who will prefer the intense experience of release with their Minka Kelly lookalike bots over uninspiring sex with the human plain janes and fatties who would normally be their lot.

Well, at least until they realize they need to clean their new robot companions.

What sexbots and VR tech (yolodecks) will essentially create is a massive unemployment crisis among Western women. These castaways will struggle to find love and marriage (which is a woman’s prime purpose in life).

Says you.

Meanwhile, “omega males and those marginal rejects on the left hand side of the beta male curve” will take themselves out of the

sexual market … content to wile away their recreational time (by then almost all their time) in the uncannily supple bosoms of their sexbots.

Meanwhile, cool dude alphas — the kind of man Heartiste likes to think he is — will end up with vast harems of desperate hotties.

“Alpha males won’t have to worry about sexbots,” Heartiste promises.

[F]or them, the sexbot revolution will create a pornucopia of delights as they are besieged by desperate women who literally can’t find a man because three quarters of them are locked in their bedrooms completely satiated from week-long sessions with their Ivanka Trumpbots. Slender hot babes will still have a real man to call their own….as long as they’re ok with him calling additional women his own.

A douchebag can dream, huh?

Oh, sure, the ladies will eventually have sexbots too, but it may take longer, as “lonely women will want them mostly for romantic pillow talk, intuitive understanding, and household chores.”

Heartiste is apparently unaware that women already have a vast array of mechanical sex toys to choose from, and that “pillow talk” is not very high on most lady sex-toy purchasers’ list of priorities.

So the sexbot revolution seems like great news for Heartiste and his allegedly alpha fanboys, right? Not so fast, because there will also be robots doing things that don’t involve penises at all.

[T]he mass immigration of robots into the job market will place more downward pressure on the wages of blue collar men and in most cases drive them completely out of work, with no hope of new market niches opening up that don’t require high IQ and educational attainment to realistically enter.

And then the jerb-terkin robots will invade our offices.

“[C]arnally-neutral industrial robots will move into pink collar and even some white collar occupations,” he warns.

In fifty years, robots will be doing accounting, legal, administrative, HR, data entry, reporting, and maybe even programming jobs. 

And don’t think retraining will allow anyone who’s not a certified genius to keep up with the robot usurpers.

As robots take over ever more low-, mid-, and high-skill jobs, the humans formerly employed in those jobs simply won’t have the IQ horsepower or suitable temperament to adequately retrain themselves …

The ones who will be spared the negative externalities of the robot and sexbot revolutions will be those whose creativity, fluid intelligence, spontaneity, and incomparable sexuality can’t be sufficiently mimicked by artificial substitutes. 

Sorry to have to break it to you, Heartiste, but you aren’t going to find a lot of people like that in the manosphere.

So what happens after the robots terk almost all the jerbs? Heartiste sees two possibilities: economic armageddon, or Wall-E world.

In the first scenario, jobless Westerners will have no money to buy anything, which will lead to “sexbots rotting on the shelves.”

Or perhaps we’ll all end up like the future fatties of Wall-E world,

all needs catered and pleasures serviced by round-the-clock robots and sexbots, as we get fatter, weaker, stupider, lazier, more feminized, and less rebellious toward the disappearance of meaning from our lives. 

Heartiste thinks economic collapse will be more likely.

Robots will herald financial collapse from debt spending and money printing. Sexbots will herald fertility collapse from marriage abandonment and a mass exodus of men and women from the dating scene. Literally, currency and seed will be spilled fruitlessly into an empty abyss.

Try to get that image out of your head.

But there is still hope, Heartiste insists, and it comes in the form of TRUMP!

The people who voted for Trump, in their unarticulated way, are the first angsty salvos against this coming collision. Nationalism, race, and family are the only bulwarks that can stop the dystopian juggernaut, and that’s why the elite are in a frenzy to stump what Trump represents.

If the choice is between a robot-triggered economic armageddon and Trump-world, well, let’s just say that I, for one, welcome our new robot overlords and ladies.

Snape, what a beta!

The (alleged) pickup artist who calls himself “Heartiste” is a lot of things — a misogynist, a homophobe, a racist, a bizarrely overwrought prose stylist, to name just a few of his more charming features. But one thing I never would have pegged him for? A Harry Potter fan.

Or if not necessarily a fan, per se, at least someone familiar with the basic plot of the Harry Potter series. But that he is.

In a blog post today (archived here) about the alleged omnipresence of cuckoldry in “popular (read: single White female and gay homosexual) culture,” Heartiste (real name James Weidmann) drops this bit of Harry Potter knowledge:

Harry Potter was perhaps the first major shitlib touchstone to vault willing cuckoldry into the wider culture as some kind of moral imperative; it was beta orbiter Snape, a man with the worst case of oneitis imaginable because he was in love with a dead woman who when alive wanted nothing to do with him, who vowed to look after Harry, (the child of his oneitis by another man Snape hated), out of a misplaced sense of loyalty and maybe hope for an afterlife consummation.

Literally “alpha fux and beta bux” from beyond the grave. What independent, empowered modern woman wouldn’t love that?

Well, the ladies do love them some Harry Potter, I’ll give Heartiste that, but I’m not sure “cuckoldry”has much to do with it.

It’s not that surprising that Heartiste looks at Snape and sees a cuck, because pretty much everywhere he looks he sees cucks. Indeed, the basic thesis of his post today can be pretty much summed up as “cuck, cuck, everywhere a cuck, blockin’ out the scenery, makin’ me cluck.”

As Heartiste sees it, “popular (read: single White female and gay homosexual) culture” is awash in cuckoldry because the ladies can’t get enough of this rampant glorification of “alpha fux and beta bux”– that is, the allegedly widespread female human mating strategy of having sex and making babies with hot, arrogant alpha dudes and then, when the alphas stop answering their texts, conning wimpy beta workadaddies to marry them up and pay the expenses of the bouncing baby alpha spawn.

As a result, Heartiste alleges, television today has become

a feminist wish fulfillment wasteland … There are shows that have blatantly pro-cuck plot lines in which a pregnant slut or single slut mommy has beta phagg suitors lining up to swear their loyalty to the bastard spawn, while the alpha cads that knocked these hos up are either nowhere found onscreen or they come and go continuing to service the sprog-saddled skanks with the least investment possible.

Hmm. The last TV show I binge-watched involved a guy with telekinetic powers trying, with the help of a mutant super-team, to fight off a secret government army while simultaneously defending his brain (and the world) from a devious mind parasite that sometimes takes the form of Aubrey Plaza. But maybe Heartiste has different TV tastes than I do.

So why do women “cheer Cuck Nation,” Heartiste asks, then quickly manswers his own question:

They know that good men, on a gut level that is impossible to sway with sophistic shaming appeals to the contrary, don’t want to raise the bastards of other men. No man wants to be duped into 18 years of servitude to a child that’s not his own. For the few men who walk into cuckoldry with eyes wide open, they never shake the resentment that ceaselessly thrums from knowing they willingly chose to be cuckolds for the chance at regular sex with a single mom.

Women cheer because the fantasy of the willing cuckold saving women from their big mistakes is a repudiation of the intractable laws of Biomechanics .. TV tells them, hey ladies, you can have that happiness without those cumbersome rules. Magic is real!

Men have their own version of this fantasy, Heartiste argues, in the form of

the trope of the nebbishy omega male with a hot blonde shiksa, or nerds exacting revenge on their jock tormentors. Rarely happens outside TVland, unless you count supreme gentleman Eliot Rodger.

Like the murderous Rodger, Heartiste has convinced himself that none of us ever escape the primal high school rivalry between jocks and nerds. And nothing (outside of “race mixing”) seems to evoke so much primal terror in him as the thought of men marrying single moms and (gasp!) caring for children that contain some other man’s DNA. This sort of “voluntary cucking,” he declares,

is in a way more loathsome than unwilling cuckoldry, because it’s harder to fathom the depth of depravity to which a man must have sunk if bartering his cuckoldry seems to him like the only way he can buy sex and love, and with damaged goods no less.

I can only wonder what Heartiste made of The Brady Bunch, that classic TV ode to the blended family. Were Mike and Carol Brady each simultaneously cucking the other?

But I digress. Let’s return to Heartiste, who is currently working himself into a frothy fit:

We can say then that Cuck Nation is nothing less than the total surrender of masculinity and any male prerogatives to runaway androgyny and sexual polarity-inverting feminism. It’s the metaphorical equivalent of lopping off a nation’s balls and importing a few foreign stud horses to do all the seeding. And the saddest facet of this DNA-denying degeneracy is that there are more than a few self-flagellating manginas who lap this shit up and hi-five bitterbitches under the false impression that this will earn them a pity handjob.

What the hell is going on in the heads of guys who think like Heartiste? Seriously, outside of literal cuckold fetishists, no one thinks about cuckolding more, and more obsessively, than alt-righters like him. And to what end? At least the cuckold fetishists are enjoying themselves.

Donald Trump and his favorite daughter (Sorry, Tiffany!)

Time for a news quiz!

Source for quote here.

Every alt-right dude’s worst nightmare

One thing you can say for alt-right dudes: They’re not shy about exposing their sexual insecurities to the world.

The only thing is: They don’t actually realize that’s what they’re doing.

Take the preening narcissist who posts pickup tips and racist diatribes on the internet as Heartiste. In a blog post today with the lovely title “Single White Women Want To Spread Their Legs For The World,” our boy Heartiste clearly thinks he’s delivered a masterful takedown of America’s insufficiently racist white ladies and their “betatized male” equivalents.

But all he’s really done is show how not-so-secretly terrified he is of what he sees as the superior sexual vitality of men with skin darker than his.

“[A] large chunk of America’s White men have spectacularly failed the dominance/ZFG [Zero Fucks Given] test,” Heartiste writes.

America the Shitlib Feminist Shrike has effectively neutered White men, and unmasked them for romantically unappealing doormats to single White women.

On behalf of all white men, I feel I must offer an apology for Heartiste’s terrible prose. He always writes like that, apparently convinced that nonsensical buzz-phrases like “America the Shitlib Feminist Shrike” are clever zingers of some sort.

But his writerly eccentricities can’t conceal the sexual insecurities saturating passages like these:

As women are wont by the essence of their sex to spread their legs for the dominant tribe’s men, they will wish to see tribal battles play out so that they may enjoy the luxury of choosing winners and their winning seed. The single White woman desire for open borders is nothing less than a desire for alpha male interlopers to test the mettle of their betatized male loafers. 

Apparently Heartiste is convinced that there’s no way to keep white women from choosing these (to him) obviously more appealing men of color.

For this reason, it was always a mistake to entrust the nation’s future to its native daughters, especially while in their pulchritudinous primes. Women are more xenophilic than men and this difference goes deep, all the way to the Darwinian pulses in the primal part of the brain that regulate reproductive algorithms. No logic, reason, accountability, or basic common sense can defeat such a primitive force.

The only way to keep white women from making choices Heartiste doesn’t like, he suggests, is to make sure they can’t choose at all.

Or, as he puts it, in his inimitable way,

There aren’t many solutions to this intractable cognitive block in women’s hindbrains that don’t require serious divestment from the recently operative political and social calculus.

His preferred solution is a bit Handmaid’s Tale-y.

1. rescind suffrage and disenfranchise single White women
2. get more White women married off and pregnant at younger ages
3. break America into regional entities, diluting the single White woman vote
4. convince married White women to socially ostracize single White women by any means necessary
5. make divorce harder for women
6. economically and socially incentivize early marriage (e.g., conduct a massive draw-down of women from the workforce and cease glorifying single momhood and tankgrrl careerism)
7. ban abortion and contraceptives (good luck with that)

“Tankgrrl careerism?” Really? Apparently Heartiste’s idea of a clever cultural reference combines a movie that came out in 1995 with a musical movement that peaked slightly earlier than that.

But Heartiste’s final action point is my favorite:

execute a vast, mass propaganda psy ops involving reframing of contentious national question issues and other rhetorical gambits that constitute the heart of Game to reorient the acceptable opinion avenues by which single White women gain social status rewards so that they find value in claiming the opposite of the self-defeating open borders beliefs they comfortingly regurgitate for now. (whether he knows it or not, this is the Trump Option.)

No, I can’t translate that mess of verbiage into ordinary English. But I can — and I did — use Google Translate to translate it into an assortment of other languages and then back into English. Because why not?

Production advertising is largely dependent on large-scale and largely rhetoric and other dictionaries constitute the heart of the game, only free to participate in the reconstruction of the redistribution of social incentives for white women to accept the method of opinion found for the discovery of the value of the belief border claims, It overcomes the problems of ethnic issues for the same time this time. (Whether it is this option to know if you want Trump.)

Well, that’s no clearer than the original but, hey, it really isn’t any worse.

Heartiste wraps up his post with what he sees as an ominous warning:

[T]he way forward is for White men to retake control of their homeland and scoff at the precious political boilerplate their women solipsistically indulge.

I can tell you that if we refuse to tackle our shared single White women problem, the nonWhite invaders will tackle the problem for us.

Since “we” clearly won’t be “tackl[ing] our shared single White women problem” in the manner that Heartiste recommends, we can all look forward to many more badly written self-owns from this sexually insecure racist.