🐳 Alpha & Beta Niggers 🐳

🐳 Alpha & Beta Niggers 🐳

"An American Tradition".

Alpha & Beta Faggots.

I can’t take anyone who places faith in the alpha & beta model seriously.

It’s retarded, assumes human social interactions are as simple and one-dimensional as those of wolves (in captivity) and is basically everything you would expect from delusional PUA LARPers.

As with many aspects of modern “game”, once you scratch a little beneath the surface you quickly discover that it has very little to do with getting cunt and a lot to do with phantasmagorical macho self-masturbation.

Let’s begin the rektal demolition.

I started by documenting myself on what PUA tards consider alpha & beta behavior.

I even torrented an ebook promising to turn me into an “Alpha Predator” (bitch I already a Simian super-predator) and get me pussy that noob betas can only dream of.

Ok.

Rather than an actual guide, the ebook is merely a list of 21 steps to becoming an “Alpha Predator”.

First observation: Out of the 21 steps, only 5 (maybe 6) are about cunts. The rest is fantasy LARPing.

Here is point 5.

V. Eye contact of a real alpha male.

Eye contact should be one of the first things you concentrate on when you begin acquiring game skills.

[…]

Never break eye contact first. Never look down from an opponent. If you must look away, always look up or sideways.

You mean mad dogging?

Is point 6 about dodging bullets?

The author (Carlos something) even uses the word “opponent” to describe an hypothetical person he will likely never meet.

This is grade A delusion bordering on mental illness.

“Alpha Maleness” isn’t about cunt

There is only one kek.

Alpha Nigger Predator.

PUAs love to use the lure of pussy to get an audience, but as I said there’s almost nothing about actual pussy in their content.

Instead it’s a panegyris to their fictional interpretation of imaginary social dominance from the safety of their mom’s basement.

Never look down, take up more space, don’t respond immediately when called, never apologize, make people wait, don’t ask for permission, take what you want…

He even suggests cutting in lane and using a special “alpha” handshake at some point.

There’s literally nothing that can help you get cunt.

“Alpha Maleness” is about violating social conventions.

Social conventions

Tyrone, Housni and "Princess".

This is actual game.

Call me a beta pussy or whatever, but my intuition says the über-PUA author doesn’t actually apply any of these in his (non-fictional) life.

Transgressing taboos won’t get you laid with hot cunts, it will only get you removed from where said cunts congregate.

You’ll be left like the PUA Tyler Durden who has to pretend he’s banging the gentry of Los Angeles when he’s really just filming his hometown in Montana, dressed in UNICEF African Aid, while occasionally getting laid with the average 7/10 tourist.

Alpha / Beta is just feelgood masturbation.

It’s not about females, it’s about mocking other males in the most juvenile and irrational way possible.

You thought Hillary Clinton’s supporters were retarded?

Check out the PUA crowd.

  • US: CONFIDENT, COOL, ATTRACTIVE, MASCULINE, DOMINANT.
  • THEM: SCARED, PUSSY, REPULSIVE, METROSEXUAL, SUBMISSIVE.

Notice that no one ever attributed these qualities to them.

For instance, I doubt anyone who ever looked at Tyler Durden could honestly define him as either masculine or cool.

This is how THEY choose to see themselves.

There is no benchmark, no barometer and, since it’s mostly virtual LARPing, no reality check.

Also, how different is any of that from MSNBC?

Us = tolerant, progressive, educated. Them = ignorant, backwards, bigoted.

Different cultures

Neon Nigger Nazis.

Check out my peacocking.

The thing about mad dogging and infringing on other people’s space… it isn’t dominant in itself.

What makes it dominant is the risk associated.

If I were to go out tomorrow in Kensington or southwest Phillie and “AMOG” someone by staring them down or ostentatiously cutting them in line, which I won’t do and neither will your beloved PUAs, that would be “dominant” not because of the physical act but because of the danger involved in these acts.

It’s the CULTURE that defines what is and is not an act of dominance.

In some places, passing too close behind someone was a dominance display.

Yet, it’s perfectly normal and barely noticed in Disneyland.

White Feminism KILLS!

White Feminism KILLS!

Otherwhere, social dominance is measured by how close to someone you can spit. Mouth, not dick. I guess you could technically spit on the person for maximum points, but it makes it harder for him to pretend he didn’t notice.

These are not subtle displays.

All these acts, when taken out of their proper social context, will not make you “dominant”.

They will make you look like a clown, just like Tyler Durden when he tries to “AMOG” homeless people by screaming at them in his videos.

The social cultures frequented by 6.0-7.5/10 cunts, what most PUAs pull according to their own videos, have different signals for dominance and submission.

Not spit distance or response temporal delay, usually they are more subtle.

Luxury items, clothing, social group, car brand, etc…

So the PUAs fail on both counts: both in identifying the signals of dominance intrinsic to the culture they belong to and in displaying these (non-identified) signals.

“Beta” is a Slur

If he can Nazi, so can you!

If he can Nazi, so can you!

I talked about “alphas”, now lets talk about their counterpart: “betas”.

And that’s exactly what they are, a counterpart.

“Beta” is just a slur used by PUAs against other men, there is literally no coherent or persistent definition.

They talk a lot about pussy, but PUA is stricto sensu a male-to-male dick measuring contest.

Whatever qualities is ascribed to an “alpha”, the “betas” (everyone else) will automatically be guilty of the opposite.

The MSNBC example I used earlier is still relevant.

It doesn’t matter that Donald Trump isn’t a “homophobe”, in any sense of the word.

  • homophilia = good
  • Donald Trump = bad
  • bad = opposite of good
  • => Trump (bad) = opposite of homophilia (good) = homophobe (bad)

PUAs have their own (retarded) variation:

  • confident/masculine/fecal incontinent = good
  • beta = bad
  • bad = opposite of good
  • => betas (bad) = opposite of confident/masculine/fecal incontinent (good) = pussy/metrosexual/rectal virginity (bad)

Orwell’s 2 minutes of hate meet Spike Lee’s stereotypical negro delusions.

Beta just means whatever alpha is not, and even alpha is never properly defined so it’s up to any and everyone to make up their own definitions as they go.

Alpha > Beta > You

Fifty Lampshades of Zyklon. A Tyrone Production.

Fifty Lampshades of Zyklon-G.

Alpha and beta are just imaginary distinctions from barely coherent wolf studies applied to humans.

So when PUAs finally noticed that their house of cards was falling apart, namely because people started noticing the incoherence and incongruities in their model, something they would have noticed much earlier had they known anything about what they profess to teach (i.e. social interactions), what did they do?

They simply patched it by adding even more retarded categories.

To just Alpha & Beta they started adding Omega, Delta, Gamma and what not.

I even suggested Smegma, specifically for Tyler Durden.

Neither Omega, Delta, Gamma or any of the other social roles have any basis in ethology or animal behavioral ecology.

This is once again the PUA clown brigade trying to patch their broken model with completely fabricated pseudo-scientific absurdities that have no link to reality, much less serious zoological studies.

PUAs certainly have a thing for fantasy LARP.

So not only do they make up their own terminology as they go (it’s Greek so it must be serious!), they also mar and misuse existing albeit retarded scientific concepts.

For instance.

  • if a man approaches a woman offering her to buy her drinks, he becomes a “Beta Orbiter“.
  • if he grabs her by the hair, he instead becomes a “Alpha Male Other Guy“. (emphasis on “other guy”, implying the narrator is himself an alpha male… who decided that?)
Ultimate Cuck Compilation - Volume 1488.

Ultimate Cuck Compilation – Volume 1488.

A cunt and a man who happen to be at the same place at the same time are not a group.

For there to be a dominant and a/several submissive(s) positions, there needs to be a group.

A man that randomly approaches a cunt is not Alpha or Beta anything.

The entire premise is retarded.

The alpha and beta dichotomy is just there to provide moral sanction to transgressing social codes in the most impotent and risible ways imaginable, such as having Tyler Durden scream like a cunt at a fat homeless nigger smoking a cigar in Venice or having “Alex” steal a cheeseburger from McDonald’s.

Cheeseburger AMOG

A word about the Cheeseburger incident.

There’s a video of “Alex” (also from RSD) stealing a cheeseburger from McDonald’s.

It’s not even funny like the pranks involving soft drinks thrown on the waitresses, it’s just Alex taking a cheeseburger from the serving racks while his friends are laughing retardedly behind the camera.

Usually I would be the one to demonstrate, via my monumental genius and propensity for sarcasm, but this time we’ll do something different: you, retarded reader, will be the one to showcase Alex’s faggotry and that of the entire PUA clown brigade.

How, you ask?

I will ask a question and you will provide and answer.

  • Detroit, MI
  • Moss Side, Salford, UK
  • Val Fourré, Mantes-la-Jolie, Yvelines, France
  • Chester, PA
  • Étang-Noir, Molenbeek, BE
  • Jefferson, Rockford, IL
  • Hamilton Heights, West St. Louis, MO
  • Droixhe, Liège, BE
  • Cherry Hill, South Bal., MA
  • Sweden

You answered Chester too?

I was so sure it was Chester 😔

Tyrone’s REKTAL Disembodiment

Internet gangsters.

Internet gangsters.

The first part of this post was about establishing context.

This is where Tyrone’s R.E.K.T.A.L.A.B.U.S.E. begins.

As you may have noticed, The PUA alpha fetish is nothing but an excrescence of the Internet macho fantasy.

In the real world, literally no one grabs cunts by their hair while staring down their boyfriends, ostentatiously takes peoples possessions (felony), cuts people in lane or bothers with a “secret alpha handshake” to establish dominance over someone they don’t even know.

The last part is unfortunately true.

In the “Alpha Predator” guide, the author urges his readers to learn the “secret alpha handshake” otherwise “it WILL be used against you“.

It takes a certain kind of asperger retard to attribute malice to a handshake.

The secret? Don’t let go first.

You can be the most alpha of the pride parade. You might even get to ride the tank.

Why is Pepe circumcised?

Why is Pepe circumcised?

But fantasies often have an unconscious connection to reality.

Out of curiosity, I began to ponder the possible causes of their obsessional delusions with misunderstood leadership.

Specifically, I asked myself where these types of retarded dominance displays are employed.

Even in prison it’s usually a lot more covert and deniable (like “accidentally” using someone’s sink).

In elite management?

Perhaps a CEO towards a regional manager, but even then it’s usually more subtle.

I literally know of no social strata or culture that could potentially tolerate trisomic “alphaness” as practiced fantasized about by PUAs.

And then, after re-reading all these noobs pretending to be master at social manipulation from their transgender mother’s basement, it finally dawned upon me.

Schoolyard Virilism for Maladjusted Faggots

I was vindicated in the sense that alphaness had indeed nothing to do with getting cunt, something anyone with a brain could have noticed at their first encounter with the PUA crowd.

But alphaness isn’t even about dominance either.

Let’s go back to what behaviors PUAs define as “alpha”:

  • stare down passerby
  • take up more space
  • don’t respond when called
  • never apologize
  • make people wait
  • don’t ask for permission
  • take what you want
  • grab cunts by the hair
  • “secret handshake”

You get it?

This isn’t an alpha male checklist, this is a description of Demetrius, their elementary school tormentor.

PUA is merely an excuse for them to attempt to exorcise the childhood trauma of having Demetrius steal their lunch money for 6 years.

Who else grabs women by the hair in public, “makes people wait” and commits larceny with no regard for witnesses if not Demetrius in fourth grade?

The “secret handshake” should have been a dead giveaway.

They are extrapolating from their childhood abuse.

The retards leading the blind back to the school where they were sodomized by their special ed teacher.

The Reality

Paul Ryan, "An American Tradition".

Paul Ryan, “An American Tradition”.

The concept of Alpha & Beta applied to human social interactions is retarded.

What does exist are leaders and followers.

But being faggots, the PUA clowns get everything wrong.

There isn’t some subtle battle for dominance involving secret handshakes and mad dogging your geriatric wife.

Leadership isn’t something you take, it’s granted.

VOLUNTARILY.

The followers (beta) GRANT the leader (alpha) his “privilege”.

Moreover, leadership is situation-dependent.

A leader (alpha) in one situation will be a follower (beta) in another. By his own volition.

That’s why “Alpha Lifestyle” is such a laughable fantasy.

A special message to Tyler Durden and the PUA clowns.

Get it, faggots?

Get it, faggots?

We saw your Instagram and Youtube videos.

No one is impressed.

I know they say fake it til you make it, but at some point you have to make it.

You would most likely be the laughing stock of actual Pick-Up Artists if they only knew that you existed.

They don’t, so enjoy your respite.

I know you still suffer deep down inside from what Demetrius did to you.

I know how he made you feel “feminine”.

Last Time Anal, an Adult Comedy.

Demetrius and Tyler’s wife.

I know how you wake up crying at night, the tears and perspiration on your face subtly reminding you of the much more glutinous liquid you received on that day.

I know how he destroyed your precious, how he turned it from a ring to a bracelet to a necklace to a seatbelt.

I know how you spill Fanta on your $2 jeans each time you see African-American children playing, even when you weren’t drinking Fanta.

I know you think no one understands you, how society looks past you, like you don’t exist, like your suffering amounts to nothing.

I know how you feel when you look into the eyes of others, those who don’t understand your pain, those who blame you, who say you should have dressed more modestly.

I know how your parents couldn’t afford to buy you more modest clothes, how you want to get back at society for humiliating you, again and again.

I know about the feelings of hatred, of bitterness, of vengeance that linger in your head, how badly you want to punish these hot bitches, to make them feel the same pain you felt.

But they’re not hot bitches, Tyler.

They’re simply average females trying to blow off steam on a Friday after a week of taking order at a McDonald’s Drive-In.

You can stop stealing cheeseburgers now, Demetrius is gone.

He’s gone Tyler, let go of the past.

Demetrius died, he was fatally shot in Febuary 2012.

He is gone now.

Tyler, do you remember when he died?

What did you feel?

Pain? Anger? Relief?

Tyler, do you remember the trial?

Demetrius Martin was shot by your wife.

Before the operation.

She went by a different name, back then.

She couldn’t take your constant crying.

She felt she had to act.

The jury understood.

Your wife was acquitted, Tyler.

What did you feel?

Guilt?

Were you guilty that she was acquitted for second-degree murder?

Or because you actually enjoyed it more when you were taken by Demetrius than when you had to fuck your wife with two boxes of Viagra?

Would you prefer if Demetrius were still alive, still caressing you like he used to?

That’s too bad.

But look on the bright side, you still have scar tissue from where he touched you.

Or is that what you fear?

That Demetrius will continue to torment you even in death?

He can only hurt you if you let him.

Some people are a part of your history, not your destiny.

You can let go, Tyler.

I know it’s hard.

Free yourself from this burden, Tyler.

You can do it.

I know you can.

A brighter future awaits you.

One in which you no longer need to pretend you’re a character from the book of a homosexual.

You a free, Tyler.

You can become a woman now.

It’s legal.

You’re already halfway there.

Demetrius can’t hurt you anymore.

LEAVE US ALONE, DEMETRIUS!

LEAVE US ALONE, DEMETRIUS!

LEAVE US ALONE, DEMETRIUS!

Dicks out.

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🖕 Nigger PUA 🖕

🖕 Nigger PUA 🖕

"Rape" is a Social Construct.

“Rape” is a Social Construct.

PUA (Pick-Up Artistry) is shit.

Not even “sheeeit“, it doesn’t deserve the additional vowels.

Just shit.

The entire MRM movement and everything associated with it, be it PUA or the utterly ludicrous MGTOW is a train wreck.

I’m here to save you all before the crash.

Just kidding, I’m here to make fun of those idiots still aboard.

A lot of you have been asking me to write about game ever since something I said was apparently misinterpreted as implying I’m a PUA of sorts.

It’s not the case.

I have very little positive to say about what is being sold as “game”.

I can, however, offer rectal degradation to self-proclaimed PUAs who feel like Casanova after having fucked their grandmothers in the dark for Valentine’s day.

Tyrone’s Erectile Gigantism

The Alt-Right 101.

PUA faggots.

Let’s start with Tyler Durden (Owen something from RSD), a rather influential PUA judging by how many faggots recycle his (already unoriginal) material.

He’s also the only PUA I know well enough to legitimately criticize.

Observation: Tyler speaks to faggots and retards.

That’s not a problem in itself, one could say I’m the biggest offender in that regards given how often and openly I mock stupid people (you).

The problems begin when Tyler and his RSD crowd pretend to be advanced master tactical PUA experts who create teen cunt geyser each time they remove their (dollar store) sunglasses.

You’ll find my skepticism disturbing, but I never got into game to get good with cunts.

I got into game to get better with cunts.

As such I, and anyone with minimal skills in actual social dynamics (the irony), will tell you that Tyler pulling anyone more than average 6/10 or 7/10 is pure fabrication.

The Fantasy

A true PUA.

A true PUA.

The illusion could have worked in the last decade, when PUA was quarantined to message boards and DVDs, but “infield footage” signed the death of his charade.

I want to draw your attention to something important.

There was, to my knowledge, no imperative for him to start releasing video footage of his “feats”.

He did it of his own volition, knowing full well that it would destroy his credibility.

In addition, he was I believe one of the first major PUAs to do so.

Do you know why Nigerian scammers are so obvious in their email baits? The logic is that they only want the most absolute retards (you) to answer them, hence even the moderate idiots (RSD tards) must be filtered out.

Tyler applies the same rationale to both picking up cunts and, most amusingly, to getting and audience for his Youtube sales pitches.

Remember this while reading the following.

1. The cunts

The way to deal with white feminists.

The way to deal with white feminists.

In all of his “infield footage” videos Tyler conveniently blurs the face of the cunts he is approaching.

Fair enough, except he most likely knows (one can hope) that facial recognition isn’t the only way to determine a cunt’s social status and attractiveness.

Proxemics, social group, agitation, situational and spatial awareness, social role, orientation…

All these tell a very different story than the evocative clickbait titles he uses on his videos.

Pay close attention to the orientation (two cunts facing away from the entrance in his latest footage), the male to female ratio and most importantly their barely concealed enthusiasm at being approach by men.

In another video he tries to “intimidate” (lol) some loser faggot. I sense he’s trying to look cool, but he mostly just highlights the fact that he willfully associates with losers to make himself look good by comparison.

He is not pulling hot women, hot women do not react the way the cunts in his videos do. He is pulling the sewers that barely get noticed in nightclubs.

2. The nightclubs

Taylor Swift on xenoanthropology.

Taylor Swift on xenoanthropology.

A word about said nightclubs.

Just how retarded do the RSD crowd believe you are?

They pretend to frequent the most high-end nightclubs while dressed in Habitat for Humanity shitwear.

The Red Cross Fashion Week meets Cheyenne, Wyoming.

Do you really need me to tell you why that’s delusional? You know very well these aren’t “high-end” anything, most of the time they are barely even urban.

Those aren’t nightclubs they’re village fair for promiscuous goat herders to blow their load without contaminating the livestock.

They’re not banging cunts they’re fucking cowboys and cattle.

Their VIP corners are surrounded by electric fence.

They make their booze out of bison piss.

Their only DJ is Billy Graham.

Seriously.

3. Booze

Tyler will teach you how to bang drunk cunts for a $9,999 bootcamp.

Wow.

Tyrone will teach you how to bang drunk cunts for free.

Make her drink more.

Where’s my medal?

4. Tyler’s wife

FFS his wife is George Zimmerman.

Why do you take dating advice from Jeb Bush?

Because you’re stupid.

5. The content

White Women were the TRUE VICTIMS of Jim Crow.

White Women were the TRUE VICTIMS of Jim Crow.

The four above points were just gratuitous malice directed at PUA faggots that take the RSD scam seriously.

The real issue with PUA is the professed advice.

I’m no fan of the original PUAs, Mystery and his brood, but to their credit they actually applied the scientific method to a subject once shrouded in primitive mysticism.

Their conclusions were shit, but the method at least had some validity.

But modern PUAs, under the impulsion of RSD tards, do away with scientific analysis completely and crawl back into the sewers of eastern pseudo-spiritual mysticism and aboriginal self-help.

The dream of every girl is to become a White Woman.

The dream of every girl is to become a White Woman.

It’s much more convenient to have immeasurable criteria to judge success, particularly when you have nothing of value to teach.

A dick in a cunt is concrete and measurable. “Nirvana” is not.

RSD inspired modern game claims it wants to do away with gimmicks to replace them with… nothing.

Sure, that’s going to work.

The only thing you’re going to do away with is your sphincter because you have to be a homosexual nigger to believe any of this.

Modern PUA caters to a teenage fantasy, the Hollywood dickwaving special snowflake.

If you believe you can make any cunt swallow, particularly a 10 with what likely amounts to a stock of over 200 male clitsuckers, simply by “being yourself” and smashing your macrocock through prenatal hymen like in the movies (the good movies), you’re a delusional faggot.

The conflation of competence and confidence is laughable.

Competence is an ability.

Confidence is a state.

No wonder Tyler Durden uses the latter to compensate for the former, which he doesn’t have, he needs at least that much to cope with the fact that he married Xristina from Taco Bell.

He even made a video in which he denounces the idea of a “batting average”.

I understand why.

6. The cargo cult

My Rape is my Privilege.

My Rape is my Privilege.

There’s a pervasive cargo cult accompanying the PUA community, mostly stemming from the fact that self-proclaimed game gurus really have no idea what they are doing, why what they are doing doesn’t work (or rarely, why it does) and how to teach it.

I recently discovered Heartiste, a site many recommended to me as a less retarded version of PUA.

I didn’t even know they were affiliated to WN.

This is exactly what I’ve been demanding since forever, just read covert politicization.

We need more Heartiste and less crusade LARPers.

But their game advice?

Just read the “Sixteen Commandments of Poon“.

IV. Don’t play by her rules

If you allow a woman to make the rules she will resent you with a seething contempt even a rapist cannot inspire. The strongest woman and the most strident feminist wants to be led by, and to submit to, a more powerful man. Polarity is the core of a healthy loving relationship. She does not want the prerogative to walk all over you with her capricious demands and mercurial moods. Her emotions are a hurricane, her soul a saboteur. Think of yourself as a bulwark against her tempest. When she grasps for a pillar to steady herself against the whipping winds or yearns for an authority figure to foil her worst instincts, it is you who has to be there… strong, solid, unshakeable and immovable.

They forgot:

IV-B. Use your larynx to vocalize words.

IV-C. Use your lungs to inhale dioxygen.

And of course.

II. Make her jealous

Flirt with other women in front of her. Do not dissuade other women from flirting with you. Women will never admit this but jealousy excites them. The thought of you turning on another woman will arouse her sexually. No girl wants a man that no other woman wants. The partner who harnesses the gale storm of jealousy controls the direction of the relationship.

[…]

V. Adhere to the golden ratio

Give your woman 2/3 of everything she gives you. For every three calls or texts, give her two back. Three declarations of love earn two in return. Three gifts; two nights out. Give her two displays of affection and stop until she has answered with three more. When she speaks, you reply with fewer words. When she emotes, you emote less. The idea behind the golden ratio is twofold — it establishes your greater value by making her chase you, and it demonstrates that you have the self-restraint to avoid getting swept up in her personal dramas. Refraining from reciprocating everything she does for you in equal measure instills in her the proper attitude of belief in your higher status. In her deepest loins it is what she truly wants.

How to fly a plane (Polynesian style).

  1. Use a helmet.
  2. Have a good trip.

I don’t know much about the other PUAs, they may be better or worse.

The Reality

There are certain subject that never appear on the Internet without their share of macho posturing.

These are:

  • cunts
  • violence
  • lifestyle

This macho bravado is a teenage fantasy.

Get it, faggots?

Get it, faggots?

Whether the keyboard warrior that stares down a freight ship of indolent manacled niggers or the keyboard Casanova that believes all that stands in the way of  his 10/10 domesticated harem is insufficient belief in his preternatural pick-up abilities, it’s a fantasy.

One very often driven by the pretense of perceived “manliness” and, being a matter of personal identity, having very little basis in reality and a lot to do with emotional coping.

If it were anything else than a delusion, your gurus would have done it.

The fact that they can’t tell you all you need to know.

The reality of banging hot cunts is this: you’re alone vs a cunt you don’t know, in a social setting likely more familiar and favorable to her than you, and the potential 200+ male slaves that form her social circle, without even mentioning those actually present on the scene.

What you need isn’t feel good mantras, bigger muscles or herbal supplements.

  • In cultures where hot cunts are at the top of the social hierarchy -> they have a choice.
  • In cultures where they aren’t -> they are subservient to whatever is and have no impetus to change.

That’s the reality of the sexual market when playing at high level.

And I see absolutely no one in the pick-up scene mentioning any of this or any of the skills necessary to manage it.

What I do see is either delusional or dishonest PUAs selling their recycled therapies to eager and stupid believers in vapid self-soothing magic.

I guess even incels have a better grasp on the reality of pick-up than self-proclaimed game gurus.

The PUA Trainwreck

Fifty Lampshades of Zyklon. A Tyrone Production.

Fifty Lampshades of Zyklon. A Tyrone Production.

The real problem isn’t even with the leaders, it’s with the followers.

We have an entire generation progressively buying the idea that you can get any cunt you want without any skill required.

Competence is nothing, confidence is everything.

In modern PUA, there is no benchmark, no barometer, no hierarchy, no quantifiable criterion for success.

So naturally, young aspiring PUAs won’t be forming families since the 10/10 harem is just around the corner.

To the tards obsessed with White babies, please reread that sentence as many times as necessary.

And that is still nothing compared to what happens when the delusional retards wake up from their dreams of unrestricted everlasting cunt.

You get rid of hierarchy, you get equality.

Nature doesn’t like it, so it repairs.

In ways amusing to niggers like I.

Start da fambies?

Hav da chillunz?

Wat?

Wat u takin bout?

We youff got da BIGDIK ready 2 XPLODE!

We gun ejakultate man, we gun MAGNUM .357.

Dems kunts gun com sukmadik when I learn PUA “non-needy” n “self-actualized” n sheeit.

It be lik in fiv mintes, for mintes, free mintes…

SHEEEEIT IT GUN XPLODE!

IT GUN XPLODE!

IT GUN XPLODE!

Dicks out.

📝 Neo-Zoanthoid Nigger Dogmas 📝

📝 Neo-Zoanthoid Nigger Dogmas 📝

Why is Pepe circumcised?

Why is Pepe circumcised?

Every civilization, society, culture, sub-culture or group has its taboos.

The Alt-Right is no exception despite its best efforts to portray itself as edgy and iconoclastic.

These taboos are mostly retarded yet unchallenged dogmas that anyone with a room temperature IQ can correctly identify as risible.

Luckily, it usually only takes one nigger to challenge those assumptions for them to expediently vanish.

A few of such quasi-religious precepts have already been quite easily refuted.

Homos, weed, porn, white knighting, booze, libertarianism and Waffen SS LARPing were all commended and embraced until some slightly less retarded nigger eventually points out the obvious.

Unfortunately the rhythm is much too slow so once again I, Tyrone J. Trump, the Simian BBC-Predator, will have to do the White man’s work by exposing why you’re all stupid and married to your grandmothers.

Read carefully, niggers…

I will crush the dogmas of the Alt-Right under the girth of my epic phallus.

1. Hate

Neon Nigger Nazis.

Neon Nigger Nazis.

WNs are obsessed with “hate“.

I am constantly told by practitioners of the anti-nigger arts that “hate is good“, “it’s okay to hate” or that I should “let the hate flow” (yes, from Star Wars).

Why?

It just feels like yet another justification for the Alt-Right’s patented inaction… “but it’s ok because I HATE“.

Hate is retarded and counter-productive.

Our minds are designed to reason inductively.

Hatred shuts down our capacity for judgement and discernment by inserting an emotional response in the reasoning process.

It might work for anti-Whites, habituated to compensate their lack of cognitive capabilities with numbers, but anti-intellectual aversion parties sound cuntish and aren’t a winning strategy anyway.

Hating is for losers.

Ted Bundy did more damage to cunts than your MGTOW homos.

Humans are judged by their actions.

2. Cunts

Taylor Swift, a racist White feminist.

Taylor Swift, a racist White feminist.

Some WN claim that women are human.

Not really.

Women are instruments.

Not even tools or objects.

An object can have multiple functions, women have one.

They don’t even deserve that I waste time on their sex.

But some of the males that claim to hate cunts sound cuntish themselves.

He who fights cunts should look to it that he himself does not become a cunt. And if you piss long into a cunt, the cunt also pisses into you” – Tyrone J. Nietzsche.

Makes sense.

It’s often other cunts that hate cunts the most.

Both cunts and anti-cunts should be raped by niggers.

3. Egalitarianism

Kristen Stewart is a Neon Nazi.

Kristen Stewart is a Neon Nazi.

I am constantly told that I should worship blue-collar homos.

According to the Alt-Right, the apex of human achievement is a plumber commuting seven days a week and fucking one (singular) obese quadriplegic over-aged ex-feminist cunt who calls my grandmother “kiddo“.

And that’s the best case scenario, others would demand I worship some full retard in medieval chain-mail impotently flailing his sword at imaginary negroes on the Internet (oops, that was your plasma screen… better work extra hours fixing faucets so Eleonore can watch Sex and the City on Netflix) and growing tomatoes in his trailer park. “Blood and soil“.

I piss on the middle-class, the “poor” (if there’s even such a thing in Welfamerica), blue-collars and other average retards.

You fellate Da Vinci, Edison and the Wrights yet all you can manage is beaner-level manutention.

You masturbate Bob the Builder with one hand and Donald Trump with the other.

Effete, incoherent and complacent in the perceived “manliness” of being a $7 whore.

At least niggers don’t work.

Economic and social egalitarianism breed racial egalitarianism.

If the only explanations for economic and social disparities are “greed” and exploitation, it follows that the only explanations for racial and biological disparities are privilege and exploitation.

4. Pseudo-medieval morality

Paul Ryan, "An American Tradition".

Paul Ryan, “An American Tradition”.

Do you live in Ohio yet include quasi-cathartic rants about what you spell “honour” in all your interventions?

Do you frequently interrupt my mockeries of cunts being raped, tortured and/or mutilated by niggers to DEMAND that I, an Internet persona, avenge the damsel’s “honour” by dueling to death against a Youtube nigger?

Do you, after I finally cede to your incessant whining about saving cunts and offer you a potential solution, immediately decry me as a “dishonourable infidel” and publicly doubt my European heritage?

Then you might be are a rectally prolapsed faggot and should kill yourself slowly.

You can’t even LARP credibly or coherently about the Middle-Ages so you just make up fantasies as you go on, or at the very least you extrapolate from an insignificant concept (chivalric ethos) that barely impacted its history.

Fifty Lampshades of Zyklon. A Tyrone Production.

Fifty Lampshades of Zyklon. A Tyrone Production.

Chivalry applied to knights and governed their relations to the Church and its subjects (i.e. other knights).

It had literally nothing to do with dueling Saracens in the desert and neither does White advocacy in the current year.

Why do obviously homosexual (just look at their historically inaccurate yet completely LGBBCTQ+ friendly depictions of medieval armor, most notably the completely useless “slim” helmet) LARPers constantly exhibit their ridiculous moral fantasies and command everyone else to abide by them?

You’re not “blood and soil” because you can’t stay on your soil, your Ebola ideology only spreads by infection.

Henry Bouquet and his smallpox sodomy of Injuns faggots are more European than your Lord of the Rings v. Compton reenactments.

Get rid of moral faggotry.

Cut the 0.9 with birth control pills, cunts don’t deserve detergent.

Also, from the actual Code of Chivalry.

Thou shalt love the country in which thou wast born.

So stop saying “honour“.

5. Niggers and MINOs

Muffugah I still not gay niggarz.

Muffugah I still not gay niggarz.

The day of the rope is coming, amirite?

Go fuck yourself and your ropes.

The Alt-Right is obsessed with niggers and other MINOs, it’s like watching a reality TV show about retarded African semi-chimps.

Trayvon has HIV, Jerome went prison gay, Jamal hates the popo…

Juan impregnated his niece, Carlos fucked the baby, they all got deported (jk, José works for ICE)…

Even the dumbest libtard of Vermont knows about “those people”, which explains why they live in Vermont rather than next to diversity.

Nobody needs a KKKFC Grand Pigeon or your ultra-edgy FBI statistics to “avoid the groid” as you like to say.

Liberals were avoiding the groid since before you were born.

It was jew-York City, not Houston or Kansas City, that implemented Stop & Frisk.

Maybe that fact is worth more consideration than an endless diatribe on Shaquilla putting her 17th child in a dishwasher.

White people know about Trayvon, Arash and José.

They may not know about Haim, Jonathan and Gad importing them.

Forget the nigs, they aren’t going anywhere until you deal with the ENTIRE multiKult apparatus.

Starting at the top.

6. White babies

Baby Hitler was a Nigger and a Nazi.

Baby Hitler was a Nigger and a Nazi.

White babies should be gassed and sodomized.

The monomaniac fixation by some on the Alt-Right with increasing “White” birthrates at all cost is further proof of the degeneration of White nationalism into multiKult niggerism.

Niggers have 50 chilluns so we must have 51!

Monkey see, Nazi do.

You’re not even giving birth you’re just watching your pig wife shit out plastic bottles, manure, dead cats, cardboard boxes and other shit she shoves in her cunt when you can’t please her with your barely visible circumcised microcock.

You just assume they’re babies because you’re so retarded that’s what you looked like when you were born.

What’s White, hairless and pisses razors?

Your daughter’s cunt after I give her syphilis.

7. Islamophobia

The True Arab-Right.

The True Arab-Right.

Islamophobia is retarded and doesn’t work.

Wherever politicians tried to make “Islam” the focal point of their campaign, it failed.

Be it Marine Le Pen, Geert Wilders or Norbert Hofer.

Even trump suffered from being portrayed as an Islamophobe.

People can understand getting rid of beaners, pakis, shitskins, even niggers.

But neo-cohen Islamophobia is never about deporting anyone, it’s always gratuitous provocation against Muslims in the vein of the “Draw Muhammad” vulgarities affectionated by (((Pamela Geller))) and her tribe.

Anti-Muslim propaganda doesn’t work, much less when trannies and faggots are used as arguments to demonize Islam and it’s adherents.

Leave it to neo-cohens.

8. Homos

Tyrone is the new KKK.

Tyrone is the new KKK.

The Alt-Right seems to have a love/hate relationship with faggots.

I don’t love them nor do I hate them, but I do wish to see at least a few thrown from rooftops.

For entertainment.

Hence why we shouldn’t demonize Islam (see above).

However homos do serve the strategic purpose of spreading STDs both amongst themselves and to women called Yaelle or Saloma.

So 50% will be thrown from the Reichstag and the other half will attend Yeshivas.

9. Mudsharks

Kristen Stewart and Dylann Roof. Two Nazis.

Kristen Stewart and Dylann Roof. Two Nazis.

The Alt-Right seems to rabidly detest mudsharks for reasons I can’t seem to fully comprehend.

Are they jealous?

Mudsharks are usually the most racist cunts you will ever find.

It’s just that they hate themselves as much as they hate niggers, sometimes more, so instead of the KKK they go KFC.

If they get impregnated and the father leaves the cunt, which happens, the GMO child will often be abused well into his teens.

Kristen Stewart and Donald Trump.

Kristen Stewart and Donald Trump.

How many of you hardcore Neon Nazis are dedicated enough to waste your life psychologically abusing shitskin babies?

Mudsharks are, of course, no longer part of the White race.

They are “honorary” once they drive their mudchild to commit suicide, either by razor, cop, crack or fellow shitskin.

And even those who do feel attraction to non-Whites should be commended: they remove that particular strain of mental illness from our gene pool.

The Alt-Right should be much more concerned with racist anti-Whites, those who consciously promote a lifestyle inconsistent with the one they choose for themselves.

Forget the occasional cunt that falls on Jamal’s cock.

The spawn will be ripe to blow up a Syna-pse.

10. Machism

Tyrone's Banana Face Mask.

Tyrone’s Banana Face Mask.

Some of you niggers make met so wet (💗💗💗) when you mention how you manfully take on AN ENTIRE CARGO of niggers armed only with your GIGANTIC PHALLUS and your faith in our LORD AND SAVIOR DONALD TRUMP!!!!

Forget those niggers anon, come ravish me instead 💗💗💗.

Give it to me anon 💗💗💗, tell me more about how you don’t take shit from niggers on the Internet.

Some of you are so obsessed with Internet posturing that you forget we already have a benchmark to measure efficiency without resorting to phallus measuring: results.

If you don’t have the Dick, don’t talk about condoms.

If it doesn’t result in an FBI investigation, don’t mention how you stared down a barrio with the EYES OF A KKK GRAND TIGER.

And if it does that’s all the more reason to shut up.

In short, stop posturing.

That’s what animals do when raped in captivity.

Don’t finger me human, I’m a dangerous Internet predator“.

Dicks out.

😬 George the Carpenter 😬

😬 George the Carpenter 😬

Tyrone "Trigger Nigger" Trump.

Tyrone “Trigger Nigger” Trump.

Based on a true story involving niggers.

One man…

One preschool…

Everyday, the same impulses…

The same carnal imperative…

But today, George will take action!

Chapter 1: The First Abduction

George “The Carpenter” Rockefeller is a thirty year old hispanic community watch organizer from Sanford, Florida, but lives alone in a trailer park in Madison next to homeless muslims and obese mudshark mutants like Paul Ryan’s waifu because he’s poor and hispanic.

George was wounded by life.

He suffered three rejections: one in daycare, one in kindergarten and one in preschool (after that he suddenly lost all interest in women).

George is a broken man so please do not judge these acts too harshly.

George was peacefully patrolling his neighborhood, fighting racism and bigotry in the name of MLK the Black Founding Father, when he witnessed a sight that provoked an enticing yet ineffable biological reaction that he hadn’t experienced for nearly three decades.

He saw a 7-year-old African-American walking in a rather effeminate fashion, dressed in bright pink and carrying a Hello Kitty handbag with what he assumed to be his named stitches on its rear: “Trayvon, the Queen“.

This was too much for George who assertively grabbed little Trayvon by the hand like a true hispanic alpha male and disappeared into the mist…

24 hours later an AMBER alert was activated and an abduction notice was sent out to all Seminole police stations.

Chapter 2: The Sequestration

Paul Ryan, "An American Tradition".

Paul Ryan, “An American Tradition”.

George woke up covered in his semen after a short nap in which he dreamed of the SLUT Trayvon.

He hadn’t gone to work today, and instead planned to spend the day with little Trayvon.

Little Trayvon the SLUT of Florida hadn’t been sleeping because this SLUT couldn’t sleep and was crying like a nigger bitch without her weave and banana face mask.

George, being a kind man, begins to comfort the SLUT Trayvon by rubbing his unshaven and oversized hispanic cock over little Trayvon’s SLUT face.

Little Trayvon, being a 7-year-old African-American SLUT, rejects him and begins to scream.

George begged him to stop, claiming that he would alert the residents of his trailer park, but the SLUT Trayvon refused to comply so George only had one choice he pulled out his penis again and put it in Trayvon’s mouth.

As soon as his sexual organ came into contact with little Trayvon’s African saliva, George’s warm cock began to swell and progressively fill the entire buccal cavity of the little SLUT.

Chapter 3: George’s First Time Zimming

Last Time Anal, an Adult Comedy.

Last Time Anal, an Adult Comedy.

The little SLUT Trayvon finally went to sleep and George decided to go to work as any period of prolonged absence would seem suspicious, for he had no social contacts aside for Donald T. Muschigreifer his community watch supervisor.

But the foreplay that he experienced earlier in the morning awakened a deep carnal drive in George.

So powerful were his biological impulses that he couldn’t concentrate on his work and opted to go home early to see his new girlfriend, the little African SLUT Trayvon.

But just as George was entering his trailer park, he saw a vision that nearly froze his blood…

The African SLUT Trayvon had managed to escape from his mobile home.

He was nearly out of the house, it was a matter of seconds.

Distraught and confused, yet forcing himself to act through his stupor, George immediately grabbed the young SLUT by his curly Afro hair, dragged him back into his “house”, pulled out his stinger, proceeded to apply a severe correction to the SLUT’s rectal hole and finished the act by spitting his load on little Trayvon’s SLUT face.

The contrast between his white juice and Trayvon’s dark angelic face filled George with pride and racial bliss.

George was happy.

He had finally taken his revenge on Luciana, the mexican cunt who had rejected his sexual advances in kindergarten.

George wipes the precious liquid from the face of the little SLUT Trayvon and gently caresses his crying face.

Chapter 4: Sexual Interlude

There is only one kek.

There is only one kek.

Back in the Madison city police station, Assistant Commissioner Dylann R. Dächer was interviewing David L. Fahrspur, Lieutenant Colonel of the Sanford police department about a potential suspect in the abduction of Trayvon Martits, 7, African-American, gender unidentified.

The prime suspect was a hispanic man, George “The Carpenter” Rockefeller, who routinely traveled between Sanford and Madison for professional reasons.

He was reported late to his workplace on the day Trayvon Martits disappeared.

In addition, Trayvon’s single-mother (Sybrina, a diabetic African cunt with a lisp and fake hair) described a “brown nigga taco” who was “crossing da border” while frantically waving his dick at her 7-year-old son.

A.N.A.L.D.

All Niggers Are Like Dat.

Dylann Dächer immediately dispatched a vehicle to apprehend the suspect and bring him into custody for a comprehensive interrogation.

Chapter 5: Last Time Anal

Tyrone says: Why be a racist when you can be a nigger?

Why be a racist when you can be a nigger?

Meanwhile, George was swelling with pride at the realization that he had finally lost his virginity with the barely conscious body of a 7-year-old African child.

– “This is what Anne Frank must have felt when she gassed herself” he thought.

He couldn’t resist bragging about his performance to his friends… I mean to his boss, Donald Muschigreifer.

But let’s not dwell on these insignificant and somewhat exaggerated stories.

The arrival of little Trayvon managed to brighten the morose and splenetic life of George.

Whenever he had free time, usually at work or while commuting, George found himself planning up to the minute detail of such things as their marriage, even going so far as to consider adoption and to ponder whether society would accept the idea of a (apparently retarded) 7-year-old African homofather.

While Trayvon was uncommunicative and rather cognitively impaired, both via his African genetic heritage and the sexual abuse inflicted unto him, he seemed to finally appear more responsive to the great delight of George.

Whenever he saw his captor, little Trayvon started letting out feeble cries and began holding his anus in a near fetal position.

Fifty Lampshades of Zyklon. A Tyrone Production.

Fifty Lampshades of Zyklon. A Tyrone Production.

The sight of this young SLUT holding his already badly damaged rectal hole in such a suggestive manner never failed to send tickles down George’s phallic instrument.

Trayvon progressively became George’s full time homowaifu.

George took that opportunity to test everything on little Trayvon: scat, uro, gangbang, exhibitionism, pyro, asphyxiation, BDSM, CBT.

But one day George brought home a special “Tyrone” dildo (45 inches wide, named after yours truly) he had found in a junkyard while coming home from work.

During the act, George decided to introduce the dildo in little Trayvon’s asshole without his knowledge.

Trayvon stopped making noise.

George was pleased as Trayvon’s constant screaming, while erotic at first, was getting rather distracting.

To reward Trayvon’s silence, George turned on the vibrating function of the dildo.

It was a carnage.

Trayvon’s little guts were sent flying all over the mobile home, carpeting the walls, covering the ceiling.

It was on this day that George earned his nickname, “The Carpenter“.

Chapter 6: Zimmerman of Steel

My wife. Michelle the House Bonobo.

My wife. Michelle the House Bonobo.

George didn’t even bother to clean the pieces of Trayvon’s prepubescent guts hanging from his ceiling fan, he immediately left his home, still covered in cum, blood and bits of African skin which considerably darkened his complexion (unless it was the shit from Trayvon’s bowels).

– “Why don’t you have a seat over there” said a voice from behind George.

George was then arrested by the Madison police department and brought to the police station for interrogation.

Having fucked little Trayvon like a pig for the past several days, George was naturally quite tired.

As soon as he was placed in his holding cell, he immediately fell asleep and dreamed of destroying Trayvon’s anal watermelon once more.

When he wakes up, a man is standing over him.

– “I’m Assistant Commissioner Dylann Dächer. You the pedobeaner?” he asks.

– “Yeah. Why?” George answers.

– “You’re free. Take a shower and go home.

– “Wut? I thought you were going to deport me lol.

The man looks at George carefully and then starts laughing.

– “We have the same pulsions, you and I. I understand you. Each time I bust a young nig for drugs or larceny I make a point to break both his asshole and any gunshot wounds on his firm body” says the man. “This, what’s his name… Trayvon? He was a Nazi. You did your country a service by removing a racist, fascist, homophobic bigot“.

– “Yes, I’m a hero. I’m the Zimmerman of Steel. I combat hate and bigotry in the darkest corners of Florida. I’m the hero niggers deserve, but not the one they need right now. I’m Florida’s reckoning.

– “You either die as a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain.

And thus ends (or begins?) the true story of George the Pedobeaner and his lust for African meat.

In exactly one week, when they celebrate Trayvon the cadaverous glory hole, be sure to correct the record by sharing the true story of George’s inspiring fight against racism, sexism and pedophobia.

Together, we can oppose the disinformation of the Alt-Right fascists and their fake news.

Dicks out.

 

Paul Ryan’s Autobiography 🤤

Paul Ryan’s Autobiography 🤤

Paul Ryan, "An American Tradition".

Paul Ryan, “An American Tradition”.

An American Tradition“, by Paul D. Ryan.

Chapter 1: The Awakening

I never really considered my 11 year old daughter, Elizabeth, as an object of sexual desire. It is my honest opinion that I am and have always been a caring, available, Christian, benevolent, feminist, anti-racist and protective dad. In short, a model modern father free of toxic masculinity 👌.

I considered her a sexless being… just as I consider my wife.

It was not a woman but a daughter.

Or so I thought.

My wife is very busy with both her professional life and her numerous sexual partners, and even during her free time she is very rarely at home.

Such was the case of this Saturday of June.

Paul Ryan cucks his entire family for Tyrone.

“Family values don’t stop at the lingual tonsils”.

On this particular weekend, my wife Janna had taken our two other children, Charles and Sam, to visit the sidewalks of Detroit.

For real estate prospecting 😕.

Elizabeth had refused to follow along, claiming her “holes were still sore” from last time.

Perhaps they were playing golf 🤔?

As always, I was sitting on an armchair in the living room browsing my favorite porn website, the DailyStormer, on my iPad.

The front page was occupied by a 4K HD video of what appeared to be my wife Janna 😚 being taken from being by four college-aged African-American males 🐵. I wondered if they were Christians.

Amongst the erotic moans of my wife, I reflected for a long time on the nature of the scene I was witnessing… These boys were not much older than Trayvon Martin, the innocent African-American child atrociously murdered by the White Hispanic Iranian Muslim KKK Russian NRA terrorist George Zimmerman.

"An American Tradition".

“An American Tradition”.

Perhaps if Trayvon Martin was still alive he would be ravaging my wife alongside his brothers. The mere thought of what could have been brought tears to my eyes. Tears of guilt. White male guilt.

Naturally I was also caressing myself while watching my wife being boned by Natural Conservatives in the making.

As I was approaching orgasm, I heard Elizabeth exiting her room upstairs on the second floor. She was coming down the stairs. She would inevitably pass next to me in a matter of seconds.

All she had to do to see her father both hands in his pants on a neon-Nazi porn site was slightly turn her head to the left.

Strangely, I was not disturbed by the thought of my 11 year old daughter watching me ejaculate in my $5 jeans. On the contrary, I felt aroused ♥️.

But she didn’t turn to face me. She continued walking towards the front door without a glance in my direction.

I felt a slight tinge of disappointment 😠 watching her pass a few feet by my erect cock 💪.

This morning she had told me that she would be seeing a few “friends”.

From where I was seated, I had a direct view of our front door. I saw Elizabeth go down the stairs and proceed towards the small entrance table on which the keys to the front door were lying.

As she grabbed the keys, she turned to me and said:

– “Ok, dad, I’m going out.”

No you little slut. You’re going back in your room like the dog whore prostitute you are.

Don’t think that just because your mother is out you get to call the shots here. This is my house!

And even the DNA tests did show that none of my wife’s children were genetically related to me, I’m still your FUCKING DAD as long as you live in MY HOUSE you cunt! Get it?

– “Y-Y-es”, I replied. “Have f-f-fun with your f-friends. And be careful of b-black people.”

A christian feminist™.

A christian feminist™.

She opened the door and it was then that she dropped the keys she had just taken. My daughter is particularly awkward and often drops whatever she is holding.

– “Shit!” she exclaimed.

She bent down by bending her knees to pick them up. And that’s the moment when something changed in my mind. I could see her from behind as she was lowering herself, the skirt she was wearing went up as her knees bent down. This action allowed me to see her light blue panties 😵 gently covering the prize that cost my wife 15K to surgically repair 🤔.

Elizabeth was going on her twelfth birthday in the Summer and she probably wore panties for a long time now, but I somehow had just never noted.

Adult entertainment, not so adult performers.

Adult entertainment, not so adult performers.

It only lasted a moment, she picked up the keys and left without saying a word.

It was well after she left that I noticed something peculiar… without conscious thought, I had nevertheless allowed myself to cream my pants while leering at my daughter’s preteen ass 😱.

I felt guilty for having this orgasm partly caused by my daughter. I tried not to think about it any more, but without success. Seeing that tiny bit of protruding fabric had turned my entire world upside down.

I spent the next 10 minutes browsing through the rest of the DailyStormer without succeeding in thinking of anything other than this piece of cloth.

And then my mind began to go into overdrive and drift toward something that I did not like either. I saw my daughter’s tight rectal hole beautifully caressed by my tongue.

My erection was back.

I told myself I had to stop thinking about Elizabeth in such as way.

Now it became serious.

I frantically scrolled through the DailyStormer porn categories to my favorite section, Black on Mentally Retarded Blonde.

I started to relieve myself in order to stop thinking about my daughter’s panties and butthole.

It worked. I masturbated successfully without any unwanted incestuous thoughts. I was reassured.

I’m still a good Christian feminist father.

Chapter 2: Tyrone J. Drumpff

A few days passed.

There is only one kek.

There is only one kek.

On some days I saw Elizabeth as a daughter and nothing happened but on others, I simply could not do otherwise than consider her as an infantile piece of unripe meat… which inevitably provoked immediate erections.

However, unlike the first time it happened to me, I managed to control this influx of blood in my phallic sausage, repressed by my feminist morals. And I was happy like that.

Happy not to have any impure thoughts tainting the image I had of my daughter.

Certainly, I sometimes got hard while fantasizing about her various preadolescent orifices, but nothing that couldn’t be cured by frenetic masturbation to Black on Retard neon-Nazi hardcore pornography 💪.

And yet, I nevertheless perceived a change in mood when she brought a boyfriend home to introduce him to the family. We learned that they had been together for a few months. I knew she had had boyfriends in the past but never anything serious.

Moreover, this was the first time she officially presented someone to us, tending to make us think that this time it was serious.

Tyrone was a nice guy, a little older than my daughter. Darker too.

I didn’t find him very elegant, nor particularly handsome either.

My wife Janna of course disagreed, she was ostentatiously turned on 🤤 by his Simian features and Section 8 accent.

Fifty Lampshades of Zyklon. A Tyrone Production.

Fifty Lampshades of Zyklon. A Tyrone Production.

As the days passed and I got to know him more, I realized that he was not very bright either, even for a Welfare-American.

He dropped out of elementary school and spent his days smoking crack paid for with Elizabeth’s weekly allowance.

It got to the point where I wondered how he could bang my daughter.

I thought he had nothing going for him and could not help but think that my princess deserved so much better. I had talked with the other children and they too did not quite understand what she was doing with him.

I once asked him if he was mentally retarded.

He answered with the enigmatic “fiki fiki heil Hitler” which I interpreted as a call for limited government and a repeal of state-run healthcare 👌.

Gradually Elizabeth started asking her mother if Tyrone could come for dinner. Janna obviously agreed. Afterwards it was to know if he could stay for the evening. And then about him spending the night at our home.

Yes. On that night, I had trouble falling asleep.

Migrants Dindu Nuffin.

Migrants Dindu Nuffin.

While my wife sleeps on the ground floor with her multiple sexual partners, mine is on the second floor right next to my daughter’s.

We share a wall in common and the head of our respective beds lay against this wall so I have no trouble hearing what is going on in the other room.

When the TV is on I can easily hear what’s being said.

Consequently, I had no difficulty in detecting whispers without however succeeding in understanding them.

Then nothing. Silence. Then muffled groans. The sound of choking. Periods of silence interspersed by deep gasps for air. I could not believe it.

They were doing it despite knowing how thin the walls were. I found it very disrespectful of him.

How dare he desecrate my princess.

At first spaced, the groans became more and more frequent and less and less stifled. She took a delight in letting herself go, thinking I was probably asleep.

I even heard the sharp periodic impacts of what I assumed was her head banging against the wall. I heard her bed crack and break as her groans turned to deafening cries. All this time I could not think of anything else 😣 and the unavoidable erection naturally followed 😖.

And even if it was morally disgusting, I touched myself while imagining it. Was she for example on her knees and him behind? I imagined her face red with pleasure, eyes closed, biting her lower lip to try to contain her groans. I did not hear her boyfriend and it was unfortunate because I masturbated ferociously thinking of my daughter and her eardrum-piercing screams.

Suddenly she went silent. I wondered what was happening.

Faintly, I could hear the sound of running water. Was he ejaculating? No, it was too prolonged.

Then she choked… the volume was too consequent for her to swallow.

Even from the other room I could discern the vulgar smell of urine.

He started riding her again.

When she orgasmed, I came as well 🤤.

That’s it.

I had crossed the line.

I had masturbated thinking of my 11 year old daughter Elizabeth getting urinated on by a Welfare Dindu in her room.

But how could I have done otherwise?

At ejaculation, I thought it was the best handjob of my life.

The next moment I felt ashamed, dirty and disgusting.

This moment marked the beginning of a perversion already well begun.

I prayed to Anne Frank and asked for forgiveness.

I couldn’t call myself a feminist dad anymore 😣.

Chapter 3: Family Values Don’t Stop at the Lingual Tonsils

Paul D. Ryan, the UltraKukk.

Paul D. Ryan, the UltraKukk.

My fetish quickly led me to delve into the underwear of Elizabeth.

At first it was rather innocent, I found myself masturbating while covering my dick with her XS sized panties.

Subsequently, the simple titillation of wearing her clean underwear proved insufficient. I started searching for her used panties.

Always with a surging sense of excitement at the start but a deep disgust of myself at the end.

Yet, no matter the shame and disgust, nothing could have prevented me from starting over again and again.

And let’s not forget the intense masturbatory sessions I indulged in each time she was getting boned by Tyrone, her bonoboyfriend.

That lasted until Tyrone got arrested on charges of public exhibitionism in a kindergarten, Islamic DUI, assault and battery, first degree murder, homicidal necromutilation, torture and hate speech on the internet 😦.

I wondered one night, while listening to her increasingly frequent moans, how she managed to give herself pleasure alone.

Nowadays, with the democratization of sex, I could hardly imagine my daughter using her sole fingers to pleasure herself.

So one day, while she was gone, I decided to search her room a bit to find a dildo for example. I found what I was looking for in the bottom of a drawer. A simple pink dildo in the shape of a phallus and a vibrating plug.

I was getting hard just imagining how she was using them.

I ended up on my bed masturbating with one of her used panties and the dildo I was sucking, tasting her vaginal secretions. I performed several sessions of the same genre going a little further each time, when there was no one at home.

If there’s one thing that qualifies as one of my fantasies, it’s the use of dildos and more specifically strap ons.

And the one thing that makes me really really hard is to imagines my wife being fisted by an African-American male while she penetrates me with a dildo. Of course, she would never agree. To the latter.

I did not see anything gay because the anus is a sexual organ and as long as it is penetrated by a woman, I see no problem.

Besides, if it’s gay then sodomy on a woman is equally gay.

I had fingered myself a few times in the shower using the same logic.

Ultimate Cuck Compilation - Volume 1488.

Ultimate Cuck Compilation – Volume 1488.

As I was laying there jerking off with my 11 year old daughter’s undergarments, the idea of penetrating my own anus with her toys became an inevitability.

I started slipping the vibrating plug inside my body.

It felt good and I was already very hard.

When I turned on the vibration function, it did not take me long to ejaculate. Always in my little daughter’s panties.

I came again and again in her panties, taking great pleasure in imagining myself getting ravaged by this preteen whore.

Ever since I started exploring the inside of my body, I began to let out cries of ecstasy, something I did not do before.

And all this, relieving myself in the underwear of my Elizabeth and using the objects of her orgasms.

But at least I did not think about her anymore.

On the following morning, as I was leaving the shower I passed in front of the door of my daughter’s room. She was just coming out.

She was going jogging.

She was wearing bright red mini-shorts that highlighted her rebounding ass and a tight little top which contained her chest with difficulty. She was horny.

“I’m going”, she said.

I tried to think of something else. It didn’t work.

I was getting worked up again.

I know my daughter’s schedule pretty well.

Her morning jogs usually last between 45 minutes and an hour.

Anne Frank is a Nazi Slut.

Anne Frank is a Nazi Slut.

More than enough time to take care of business.

My wife had taken the other children out for a walk again.

It was all that slut’s fault, she had unnerved me with her underage ass.

The entrance door had just barely been closed that I was already in her room, looking for her dildo.

So excited, I did not even take out her panties but instead decided to penetrate myself right here on her bed.

I stripped naked, lay down on her bed and began to masturbate.

I then used the dildo in a long and fast back and forth motion.

It was intense. I felt myself close to breaking point, my dildo thrusts getting faster, deeper and more pleasurable at each plunge.

I closed my eyes and groaned in pleasure. I was getting very close to the danger zone.

This was the most intense sexual experience I ever had in my life, and my throbbing cock was about to let out 47 years of repressed sexuality.

I ejaculated letting out a manly cry of anal rapture.

My daughter’s bed is in front of her bedroom door, right in the center.

As I finally opened my eyes, I saw the door… open.

And standing in front of me was Elizabeth, looking stunned, open-mouthed and wide-eyed.

My cock suddenly relaxed and I started ejaculating small bursts of cream on my naked stomach, the pink dildo still protruding rather pathetically from my asshole.

– “I… I forgot my HRM watch”, she stammered.

Chapter 4: I’m a Very Gay Republican

Paul Ryan, the Cuck who Pimps his own Daughter.

Paul Ryan, the Cuck who Pimps his own Daughter.

I did not know what to do, lying on my daughter’s bed, my dick in my hand, her dildo in my ass, semen puddles on my stomach, looking completely bewildered and surely blushing with shame.

I cursed myself for having bought this stupid watch on her birthday. I was perhaps experiencing the worst shame of my life.

She walked over to her desk, took her watch and left, completely dazed, without looking at me.

Once she left, I went to wash myself as well as the dildo, covered in both my shit and semen.

I got dressed and stayed in my room, crying.

I couldn’t not think about my career… what would happen to me, if word were to get out that I used my 11 year old daughter’s sex toys to pleasure myself on her bed?

I heard Elizabeth come back after a half an hour, perhaps. I had not moved, I was sitting on my bed. I heard her go upstairs and take a shower.

Then she went back down and I heard her preparing food. At the end of another half-hour I heard her tell me to come to the table.

I executed myself and went down sheepishly.

We ate without ever looking at each other. The atmosphere was more than heavy.

I felt the need to explain myself.

– “Look, Liz, I’m sorry, I-”
– “Sorry! Sorry about what? Sorry to believe that I’m not open-minded?”
– “What… What?”
– “I’m your daughter! How could you not tell me you were gay!” she cried with tears in her eyes.

The Male Feminist.

The Male Feminist.

I was shocked. How could she think I was gay? Oh wait! The fact that she surprised me with a dildo in my ass made it obvious.

I was about to dispute her claims when the words of my mentor, Mitt Romney, echoed eerily in my head… “better be a faggot, a cuck and a loser than a racist“. That was his motto.

It was the perfect opportunity to save my career.

I was saved. By Mitt Romney’s ghost.

The very one I masturbated to earlier.

– “Ha-ha-ha, y-yes I’m a very g-g-gay Republican. But you know, it’s not s-something you can confess easily. And I d-discovered it not l-long ago.”
– “Yeah but to do it with MY dildos, in MY room, on MY bed… you’re disgusting!”
– “I know, but I was too ashamed to b-buy them myself. And I washed them w-well enough every time and…”
– “Every time? Since when have you been using my stuff? Answer, pervert, or I’m telling mom!”
– “I-i-it was the first time on your bed. I was g-getting out of the shower, I was excited, I saw you were l-leaving, I did not want to w-waste time…”
– “And the fact that you did that with my dildos means that you searched through my things.”
– “Yes, I l-looked through your stuff, I’m s-sorry…”
– “It’s ok. I guess I just feel ashamed that you found my dildos.”
– “Ha-ha-ha, the o-o-one who should be a-ashamed here is me…”
– “Yeah.”
– “Can you keep that a s-secret and not tell your m-mother? Or anyone?”
– “I can’t unsee it. But I don’t imagine talking about this with mom.” She said, laughing, her eyes still wet.

YES! I got out of it.

I’m a genius moderate conservative.

What started out as a misunderstanding became my biggest asset in saving my career.

All thanks to Mitt Romney’s homoerotic Mormonism.

A week passed… Elizabeth was as distant as ever. I did not know what to tell her.

I had been calm and during this week, no frenetic handjobs, no dildos, nothing. Not even simple masturbation.

One evening Elizabeth knocked on the door to my room. She was holding a small cardboard box.

– “I made ordered some stuff that I received today… I bought a new one… you know, because I could no longer use… well, you get the point.”

I understood, barely concealing my disappointment.

Masturbating with objects that had produced father’s rectal jubilation did not excite her as much as it excited me.

– “And since I couldn’t see myself giving you the old ones, well… here you go, dad!” She said blushing as she handed me the box.

I opened it and inside was a dildo of the same shape as the one I had used, not the same color though. And a plug. The same by size and color.

– “It also vibrates”, she said.
– “Ah, g-great, thank you.”

Kristen Stewart iz da KKK.

Kristen Stewart iz da KKK.

She then wanted to talk about my experiences.

I had to talk for about an hour. I made up stories as I went.

That I had already kissed a man, that I had already practiced oral sex, that I had already been sucked but that I had never gone to really serious things, that it was hard to meet gay men where we lived, etc. I felt bad about telling her these lies.

Not for lying itself but for these kinds of lies.

At the end of our discussion she consoled herself by hugging me. I felt her chest on me and the week of abstinence that I had just endured provoked in me an instantaneous reaction.

– “Mom is making pizza, we’ll call you when it’s ready”, she said.

I heard her go down the stairs.

It was risky but I did not care.

With her chest glued to me, she had given me the pole, and the fact that she had bought this for me on an adult site (with my credit card) made me even harder.

I was naked in no time, laying on my bed as the toys were unpacked from their cardboard box.

I masturbated thinking of her, grabbing her barely visible breasts, licking her hairless pussy, imagining that it was her hands sinking the dildo in my rectum and going back and forth to the sounds of my moans.

I turned on the vibrator and it took me little time to cum.

The sensations were too strong.

My load soared across the room and much of it landed ostentatiously on the face of my Martin Luther King statue, the African-Republican Founding Father.

My last conscious thought was of boning my 11 year old daughter Elizabeth.

As I mentally saw myself ejaculating on her face and her fifth grade homework, I passed out naked, on my bed. Covered in cum.

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