Andrew Anglin, hounded and hunted man and proprietor esq. of the The Daily Stormer, the world’s foremost censored and suppressed pro-White website, is featured in an Atlantic article titled “The Making of an American Patriot“.
An excerpt reveals that Anglin is a member of the Thot Police, a ZFG Guardian of Ground Floor Girls, and Destroyer of Friendzones.
Classic case of a regret rape cheating ho who wanted her boyfriend to validate her desired victimhood and excuse her sluttery, which Anglin sniffed out and smartly called out. My bet is he saved himself a lot of heartache down the road.
(For those new to this crimson-hued degree of realtalk, girlfriends don’t roll solo to parties and get black-out drunk unless they are entertaining notions of cheating. Last I checked, women still have moral agency and a primordial sense of personal responsibility.)
Anglin confirmed for harem whip hand. Game recognized.
CLEANSED OF SOY
ANGLIN ASPIRED
TO BE A BAD GOY
“CLEANSE IT WITH FIRE”
The Atlantic article went to great lengths to exaggerate Anglin into a national security risk, the bastard child of Putin and Lucifer. Clearly the author, Luke O’Brien, is unfamiliar with how girls normally react to rule-breaker badboys with crazy adventurous life stories taking on the entire Globohomo establishment.
Too bad I couldn’t verify a photo of Luke O’Brien to confirm my hunch about his physiognomy.
I am leaving China for #APEC2017 in Vietnam. @FLOTUS Melania is staying behind to see the zoo, and of course, the Great WALL of China before going to Alaska to greet our AMAZING troops.
This story is hilarious. I thought I could love Trump only so much, but clearly there’s room for more love.
In a wide-ranging interview, Brown talks about some of the highlights of her nearly 40 years at the top of the magazine world – including the decision to put the famous image of a pregnant and nude Demi Moore on the cover of Vanity Fair – as well as her recipe for success, her marriage to Sir Harold Evans, her book The Vanity Fair Diaries and her interaction with Donald Trump when he was just gossip page fodder in New York.
“Donald Trump always came on the line with a gag, and in a funny way it did win him the hearts of the press, I think,” Brown tells Dokoupil. “I found him very beguiling actually. He had a kind of freshness and bravado that made me laugh. But then he got less and less entertaining.”
It changed, she says, because “the desire for publicity made him so impossible to deal with. One of our best writers did a piece on him, and she noted in the piece that he had Hitler’s speeches in his office. And he went absolutely ballistic.”
HELLO. Will The Right Stuff jump back on the Trump Train?
Btw, Mein Kampf does have a lot of astute psychological insights.
A few months later, the future president got his revenge at a party by dumping wine down the back of the writer’s dress, she says.
Trump has become an internationally recognized conduit for illustrating Game concepts in action.
A reader writes,
“I don’t blame China” has to be the biggest AMOG statement in the history of mankind; he just made Obama look inferior while complimenting AND gaining the respect of China:
“I don’t blame China,” Trump said during remarks to business leaders inside the Great Hall of the People. “After all, who can blame a country for being able to take advantage of another country for benefit of their citizens? I give China great credit.”
Instead of pointing the finger at Beijing for exacerbating trade disputes, Trump blamed past US administrations “for allowing this trade deficit to take place and to grow.”
Gay Mulatto just got ALPHA’d. Combine this statement with his granddaughter’s beautiful rendition of a Chinese song in Mandarin which dazzled the Chicoms, and you have a Master Salesman setting the table for a great deal that will benefit Americans rather than enrich the Clinton Foundation and globohomo merchantmen.
If Trump’s two terms are nothing but AMOGing Obama and his legacy, he will have knowingly or not done more good for America than the past five Presidents.
PS for those new here and unfamiliar with Game terminology, “AMOGed” essentially means “bitch slapped”.
There have been plenty of cad anthems in the rock and country music pantheons celebrating raw masculine privilege, but the song “I’m a Wanderer”, sung by Guinea-American Dion and released in 1961, is in my factual opinion the greatest alpha male anthem in American history.
Read the lyrics (along with my editorial commentary) and you’ll agree with my judgment of this song’s ZFG ALPHA GLORIFICATION:
Oh, well, I’m the type of guy who will never settle down Where pretty girls are, well, you know that I’m around I kiss ’em and I love ’em ’cause to me they’re all the same I hug ’em and I squeeze ’em they don’t even know my name
Man of Mystery Game plus an attitude of Outcome Independence, aka Zero Fucks Given. The Wanderer knows that the pussy pedestal is a penis prison, and he should fight the urge to idealize women and to succumb to oneitis by treating women as if they were interchangeable.
They call me a wanderer Yeah, a wanderer I roam around, around, around, around
Chicks love a hard-to-get man.
Oh, well, there’s Flo on my left and there’s Mary on my right And Janie is the girl, well, that I’ll be with tonight And when she asks me, which one I love the best? I tear open my shirt and I show “Rosie” on my chest
‘Cause I’m a wanderer Yeah, a wanderer I roam around, around, around, around
What’s the opposite of a beta male puppy dog begging for validation? An alpha male lion roaming the veldt for prey!
Oh, well, I roam from town to town I go through life without a care And I’m as happy as a clown I with my two fists of iron and I’m going nowhere
I’m the type of guy that likes to roam around I’m never in one place, I roam from town to town And when I find myself fallin’ for some girl Yeah, I hop right into that car of mine, I drive around the world
Love is The Wanderer’s Achilles’ heel. But instead of allowing himself to swoon straight into tingle-killing domestication, he makes distaff hearts flutter wildly by refusing the nuptial leash.
Yeah I’m a wanderer Yeah, a wanderer I roam around, around, around, around
Oh yeah, I’m the type of guy that likes to roam around I’m never in one place, I roam from town to town And when I find myself a-fallin’ for some girl I hop right into that car of mine and drive around the world
Yeah, ’cause I’m a wanderer Yeah, a wanderer I roam around, around, around, around, around, around
‘Cause I’m a wanderer Yeah, a wanderer I roam around, around, around
‘Cause I’m a wanderer Yeah, a wanderer
I doubt a song with this unapologetically caddish message could be released today. Not so much because the arts and entertainment complex is suffused with bitterbitches and gays, but because there aren’t any men left with the requisite high T and heavy balls who’d want to proudly celebrate the male romantic prerogative. We’re in a male feminist world now, and our women are the worse for it.
The theme of this song and its time — 1961 America, right in the heart of the Great Compression when relations between the sexes were at its precious polarity zenith and wage-earning men could still acquire a reasonably pretty and slender wife (and nonWhite Diversity™ had not yet gutted the soul of the nation) — is puzzling when examined in its cultural context. Was it a rebellious sneer against the implicit monogamous restrictions placed on men, or was it a reflection of a sexual market that was perhaps wilder than we assume, or (my personal theory) reflective of the attitude of people at the time who understood the sexes were innately different and that men who make themselves a challenge to women are sexier than men who appease women?
PS On another note, check that handsome 1961 crowd in the video. Not a fatty, bluehair, or soyboy in the mix. America was truly a better country then, and no amount of blathering about BUT MUH IPHAG is gonna change the reality that as a culture, we Americans have devolved into quasi-mutants. Sad!
It’s good to be alpha. Women will let you do things to them that would make Harvey Weinstein fertilize the nearest potted plant.
Beta males should watch this video below for real world proof showing how cute, “good” girls honestly and naturally react in the company of an alpha male. What gets lost in the moral panic about famous men groping women is that, like Trump said, the women LET THEM DO IT. Ben Affleck is to women what a random HB10 is to men: a passcode that unlocks the sexes’ most primal desires.
If you walked up to a girl like that as a total stranger and, after introducing yourself, drunkenly grabbed her all over like Affleck is doing here, I think you can guess what would happen to you.
Fame Game and Power Game are unstoppable arousal triggers and disinhibition stimuli of female sexual desire.
Untutored beta males and insol bitterbitches need to see this side of women, because it’s routinely hidden from social consciousness by anti-male propaganda and by women themselves who don’t want their depraved natures exposed to idealistic young betas who may be their provider hubby fall-backs in ten years time after the cock carousel has made them sore. That pussy pedestal requires a lot of good PR to keep its squeaky clean vajeen sheen.
Male power is both intimidating and intoxicating to women, and as I have argued (and others like commenter PA have as well) the rush of women into the workforce has undermined marriage and poisoned relations between women and the mass of betas who don’t glitter with fame and power, by exposing so many women to alpha male bosses.
Keep in mind that in women there is the natural pleasurable impulse to submit to a dominant man…it’s instinctual really… so when you read women who describe such men as “intimidating”, know that the intimidation psychologically strikes women much differently than it strikes men who would be the natural competitors or worker drones of powerful men. When a woman meets an “intimidating” man there is a part of her that is sexually and romantically aroused, and if conditions are right that part will flourish and manifest at the expense of the cautious part of her. When a man meets an intimidating man, he is aroused to fight, fold, or flee, all of these reactions serving in their particular ways to guard his honor, preserve his dignity, and spare his social status. Sometimes even spare his life.
