Lyndon McLeod, Jack Murphy, & the Perils of Performative Masculinity
As a wee beardless youth in the brick-and-cement ’burbs of Philadelphia, I found myself watching an old Robert Mitchum film on TV one night and wondering how he managed to be so cool. Then it suddenly occurred to me that his secret was that he didn’t think about being cool; he simply was cool. To become conscious about being cool was to take a long leap away from even hoping to be cool. I’ve found over the years that the same principle applies to things such as dancing and sex — the moment you start thinking about whether you’re doing well is also the precise moment when you either trip over your feet or prematurely ejaculate.
Being dealt some bad cards in life meant I had to learn how to fight to survive, and so I learned how to fight. But never once have I thought about “being masculine” or “enhancing my masculinity” or “being an alpha” or any of the other social neuroses that seem to so addle the brains of the poor saps who’ve populated what is known as the “manosphere” over the past decade or so. It also means I’ve never tried to posture as some blockheaded, unfeeling donkey who thinks it’s weak to show emotions, like so many of the meme-tarded serial male-bonders in that sweaty, jock-itch-infested online niche culture. As I’ve said many times, a friend dubbed me the “Iron Marshmallow,” and I would gladly have scuttled the Iron part if I hadn’t needed it to protect my Inner Marshmallow.
This does not mean I’m not aware of how feminized our society has become, nor how psychotically deceptive and maliciously rotten women can be. Through extensively documented personal experience, I believe I know these things far more intimately than the goofballs who imagine themselves to be Chads fighting a world of beta cucks. Their whole scene seems cultlike and, as I never get tired of pointing out, suspiciously all-male, despite how freely they toss around the word “faggot.”
As much as it may pain you to hear it, fellas, feminism can be blamed for a lot of things, but only you are responsible for that lousy personality of yours.
We are told that “misogyny” — a word that is ultimately as meaningless and arbitrary as “racism” — may be the main gateway these days to Right-wing extremism. It’s a statistical fact that self-described “incels” — a portmanteau for “involuntary celibate,” which is a nice way of saying, “I want to get laid, but I can’t” — have been involved in more high-profile mass shootings over the past few years than self-described “white supremacists” have, yet the mass media have a stubborn tendency to avoid the shooter’s stated animus toward women and call him a “neo-Nazi” anyway. We saw this last spring when a white dork in the Atlanta area shot up some Asian spas — killing six Asians and two whites — and despite the fact that he said his motivation was a “sex addiction,” they made it all about race, anyway. I believe he would also have shot up Aryan Spas and African Spas if such things existed in Atlanta.
But the incel phenomenon appears to be merely an offshoot of the manosphere. The incels were the bitter ones who realized that no matter how diligently they applied “game theory,” they couldn’t find a woman willing to fuck them, anyway.
Over the course of about an hour last week in Denver, Lyndon McLeod — whose online presence and published writings focused almost entirely on performative masculinity rather than race, but who was described by the World Socialist Web Site as a “fascist” and a “neo-Nazi” anyway — killed five people in eight locations with his M-4 rifle before being killed in a shootout with police.
Using the pseudonym Roman McClay, McLeod wrote three books, titled Sanction I-III, from 2018-2020. Chillingly, in those books he named two people — Michael Swinyard and Alicia Cardenas — that he not only killed in the books, he went on to kill them during last week’s spree. In the passage regarding Swinyard, McLeod’s protagonist — which he slyly renamed “Lyndon MacLeod” — dispatches of Swinyard thusly:
He pulled the trigger to the M4 three times hurling jacketed hollow point 5.56 nato rounds into Mike’s head at 2,400 feet per second as a blood signature, a small pressurized mist of blood — like a blowhole of a sperm whale — ejected from Mike’s leeside.
Over the course of the three books, “MacLeod” kills 46 people. Although he bemoans “diversity,” his main hobgoblins seem to be “communists,” “leftists,” “weak men,” and “unchaste women.”
“Unchaste women,” eh? I’ve long felt that “slut” is merely shorthand for “a woman who prefers to fuck men other than me.”
McLeod’s rampage came on the heels of a massively public meltdown by “masculinity” coach Jack Murphy, who was born John Goldman but apparently decided that “Murphy” sounded more alpha than “Goldman.” A self-described reformed liberal, Murphy has made himself quite a pretty penny over the past few years by growing a very masculine beard, coopting the manosphere’s jargon (every other word is “simp” or “cuck”), and forming something called the “Liminal Order,” which is a group of men who bask in one another’s manliness in an entirely unambiguously masculine way.
While Murphy was appearing recently on Elijah Schaffer’s videocast on Glenn Beck’s BlazeTV, Shaffer’s female cohost Sydney Watson read a question from a viewer asking about Murphy’s “cuck” article. Murphy at first attempted to deflect by saying that the article in question was “180 degrees” different from what people thought it was, but when another viewer asked a similar question a few minutes later, Murphy said “fuck you” to Watson and then said “fuck you” again after she apologized.
Murphy wrote the article in question, “Cultivating Erotic Energy from a Surprising Source,” back in 2015. Some sample sperm-drippings from the piece:
Today I sent my adoring loyal hot young girlfriend of two years to have sex with a stranger from tinder. She is currently at his apartment, checked in with me via text and is presumably sucking and fucking her way to a good time. . . . I’m alone writing. . . . Couldn’t be happier. . . . My manhood is intact and my dick is hard. . . . I’ve had sex slaves, little girls, and tied them all up. . . . And yet I’ve just sent my 15 year junior girlfriend to bang Matt from Tinder. . . . We’ve done it together where we picked up a guy at a bar, took him home and I watched them have sex. Or we’ve brought a guy from craig’s list [sic] over and I took pictures as he banged her. . . . Some of you are going to call me a cuckold, a pussy or accuse me of being somehow less of a man. Maybe you think I’m secretly gay.
After Murphy’s blowup, videos emerged of him allegedly saying “I’ve definitely fucked guys” and “I’m heteroflexible,” along with a video of him anally stimulating himself with a dildo. In response, Murphy assembled a “war room” of Liminal Order subscribers and proceeded to block anyone who criticized him, get a prominent YouTuber kicked off Twitter, and threatened legal action against anyone who either mocked him or merely noted what he’d already made public for all to see.
As one who’s entirely disinterested in either the perversity or wholesomeness of others, I don’t care what Jack Murphy does with his girlfriend, other guys, or his sphincter. But his insanely defensive reaction implies that he cares – deeply — that other people care about it and that it might undermine his carefully cultivated public persona.
Lyndon McLeod’s shooting spree dovetails with Jack Murphy’s scandal due to the fact that McLeod had interacted with Murphy quite a bit on Twitter and was rumored to be a member of the Liminal Order. It is thought that one of the reasons Murphy made his Twitter account private was to shunt attention away from the numerous times that McLeod had responded to his tweets.
Just as truly good people never need to signal to the world that they’re good, people who are confident in their masculinity don’t need to build an entire career based on the idea that they’re masculine. These things should come naturally, or they shouldn’t come at all.
Kwanzaa: The Best Fake Holiday Ever Invented by a Man Who Tortured a Black Woman with a Soldering Iron
With NPR, PBS, and USA Today spitting up treacly encomiums to Kwanzaa and what the weeklong mysterious black-supremacist winter corn-harvesting and Menorah-lighting festival “means” to black Americans, a brief barebones review of this bullshit ritual’s shallow and nefarious roots is in order.
According to Al Sharpton, Kwanzaa is an effort to “de-whitize” Christmas. “Kwanzaa” is a Swahili word meaning “first,” although the only thing black Americans usually wind up first in are rape statistics and basketball. The Swahili language originated in Zanzibar, which is in East Africa, which is thousands of miles from West Africa, which is where black tribal lords originally sold their ethnic brethren into slavery.
Kwanzaa is not an ancient African tradition but was instead invented in 1966 by a black American thug named Ron Karenga, cofounder of a black-nationalist group called the US Organization, with “US” standing for “United Slaves.” The United Slaves differed from the Black Panthers in that they openly expressed anti-white hatred. The FBI manipulated them into a violent rivalry with the Black Panthers, which culminated in their members shooting two Panthers to death on the UCLA campus in 1969, which means they killed at least two more black people than Santa Claus ever did.
Karenga went on trial in 1971 for torturing two female members of his group. According to an article in the Los Angeles Times titled “Woman describes two days of torture”:
Deborah Jones, who once was given the Swahili title of an African queen, said she and Gail Davis were whipped with an electrical cord and beaten with a karate baton after being ordered to remove their clothes. She testified that a hot soldering iron was placed in Miss Davis’ mouth and placed against Miss Davis’ face and that one of her own big toes was tightened in a vise. Karenga, head of US, also put detergent and running hoses in their mouths, she said.
This means that Ron Karenga brutally tortured at least two more women than Santa Claus ever did. Karenga was convicted and served three years in prison before being released, whereupon he rechristened himself as Maulana Karenga and eventually settled into the role of a black-studies professor at California State University at Long Beach. The US Postal Service has honored Karenga and his phony holiday with a commemorative stamp, which is far more love than they ever gave David Duke, and the worst thing Duke ever did was to get too much plastic surgery.
E. O. Wilson: 1929-2021
Nonagenarians dropped like flies in the last week of 2021, Betty White and Desmond Tutu among them, but I’ll focus on the one who towered over them in terms of relevance.
I’ve long suspected that what is known as “culture” is merely the manifestation of a particular genetic group’s response to a specific environment during a specified period of time. When I interviewed Jared Taylor for my podcast back in 2017, I asked him which writer made the best argument that “culture” is a factor of genetics. He said that E. O. Wilson was the go-to guy for that topic, and I regret to say that I have been both too busy and distracted to dive deeply into Wilson’s work, but now that I have made a point of publicly shaming myself about my negligence, I vowed to order Wilson’s landmark 1975 book, Sociobiology: A New Synthesis, only to find that it is either out-of-print or only available in an absurdly overpriced 2000 edition from Harvard University Press. When have you ever seen an e-book that sold for $46.49?
In his obituary for Wilson, Edward Dutton writes of Sociobiology: The New Synthesis:
. . . it cogently argued that animal behavior, personality and intelligence, and any intra-species differences in these, were very substantially genetic, and that was as true with humans as it was with any other similar animals.
In 1978, Wilson wrote:
The genes hold culture on a leash. The leash is very long, but inevitably values will be constrained in accordance with their effects on the human gene pool. The brain is a product of evolution. Human behavior . . . is the circuitous technique by which human genetic material has been and will be kept intact. Morality has no other demonstrable ultimate function.
Since Boasian anthropology and the Cultural Marxism that sprung from it are founded on the belief that environment explains everything and genetics explain nothing, Wilson was savagely attacked by Stephen Jay Gould and Richard Lewontin, his race-denying Marxist cohorts at Harvard, who quickly cobbled together a “Sociobiology Study Group” and assailed Wilson for his “deterministic” views.
In 1978, a mere two years after US Secretary of Agriculture Earl Butz was defenestrated for making a crude joke about “the coloreds,” Wilson became one of the first high-profile victims of “cancel culture” when members of the International Committee Against Racism interrupted his lecture at the American Association for the Advancement of Science to shout epithets at him and pour a pitcher of water over his head while chanting, “Racist Wilson, you can’t hide, we charge you with genocide!” and “Wilson, you’re all wet!” Wilson later remarked, “I believe . . . I was the only scientist in modern times to be physically attacked for an idea.”
Things have only gotten worse in the intervening decades, with an unending propagandistic onslaught by formerly respectable periodicals such as Scientific American dabbling in the pseudoscience of transgender identity and a non-stop push to inject pure science with unscientific phantasms such as “racial justice.”
As Wilson once said, “People would rather believe than know,” and as someone who would rather know than believe, he became yet another victim of a society that prized faith over facts.
Why are Tranny Murder Victims Overwhelmingly Black “Women”?
Since unexamined statistics lead to stupid conclusions, the inference most people would make from these headlines is that trannies are being murdered at rates far exceeding the general population. And since the cold steel vagina of modern mores declares, even to gullible teens, that black-on-black crime is a “myth,” we are also left to conclude that hateful and sexually inadequate white males are perpetrating the slaughter.
It’s hard to measure a delusion, but according to Wikipedia, 0.6% of Americans identify as transgender. For the mathematically disinclined, that means six out of every thousand. The trans-sympathetic Human Rights Campaign keeps a tally of trannies who were murdered, and the combined total for 2020 and 2021 is 94.
According to the Centers for Disease Control, the total number of homicides in the United States for 2020 was 19,141. The final tally is not yet set in stone, but according to reports, homicides were up in 2020 compared to 2021, so I’ll be cautious and say the total was 20,000. That makes 39,141 homicides over the two years.
With 94 victims, trannies comprised a mere .002% of the total homicide victims in America. That means they were roughly only one in every 500 murder victims. So they are getting killed at a rate that is only one-third of their alleged proportion of the general population.
That’s the most half-assed “epidemic” I’ve ever seen.
Women account for 51% of the US population, and males 49%.
Yet of those 94 trans murder victims, only nine were female-to-male, three of which were children. A further five were “non-binary.” The remaining 80 — a robust 85% — were men who pretended they were women.
Blacks and Latinos comprise, respectively, 16% and 21% of all “transgender-identified adults,” whereas whites account for 55%. Yet according to tallies of the 94 total trans murder victims during 2020 and 2021, 13 were white (14%), 17 were Hispanic (18%), one was an American Indian, and the rest — a whopping 67% — were black.
For as much as progressives claim to care about “inequities” and “disparities,” I haven’t seen any of them attempt to tackle these hugely disproportionate rates of victimization. That’s why I’m here to help. It was difficult to find hard stats about the gender and race of those who are murdering trannies. Searching “suspect trans murder” on Google Images leads toward pictures of black males, especially when you start scrolling past what may be algorithmically-stacked white perps in the first couple of rows.
Since most murder is intraracial — with black murder victims typically being killed by other blacks around 90% of the time, if not more — I’ll assume that most of the trans-slayers are black. And since killers are about seven times more likely to be male than female, I’m gonna scamper out on a wild, goofy limb and assume that the majority of those who are killing black trannies — which in most cases are black men pretending they are black women — are also black males.
It is here where a lack of easily accessible data and a strict temporal deadline shove me completely into the speculative and anecdotal realm. I recall passages in a book by black writer Iceberg Slim and a song by black rapper Eazy-E where they recount bringing a “female” hooker home, only to discover the “girl” had an inconveniently obstreperous penis, at which point both Iceberg and Eazy got violent. I doubt that any of the major foundations would be willing to fund a study to determine whether the majority of trans murder victims are black male prostitutes in drag who tried to fool their clients into thinking that they were biological females.
60-Year-Old Male Pedophile Who Identifies as a Five-Year-Old Girl Returns to Court for Kissing Girls
In 2016, he was convicted of kissing an underage female outside a café in Thanet, England as well as “possessing child sexual exploitation photos on his devices,” for which he was sentenced to 15 months behind bars with adult men and away from all the little girls. During a court appearance related to those initial charges, Mr. Verainer wore pigtails and sucked on a pacifier while cuddling a stuffed doll.
After recently being hauled into court again on charges of kissing two other minor girls,
Verainer showed up in an elf costume, donning a green and red dress, red and white thigh-high stockings, and a festive sweater. He was also apparently sucking his thumb as the legal process went on.
He was convicted of violating the terms of his parole, and his sentencing is scheduled for late February.
I think this is what the kids mean when they talk about “bad optics.” If you’re a 60-year-old male convicted pedophile, it’s best to temporarily suspend disbelief and go to court dressed as a 60-year-old male.
Bambi: Harbinger of the Holocaust
When I saw the Guardian headline, “Bambi: cute, lovable, vulnerable . . . or a dark parable of antisemitic terror?,” the combined forces of heaven and hell could not have prevented me from clicking it. But I erred, my friends — I rolled my eyes and assumed this was yet another case of someone tasting Jews in their sandwiches rather than a legitimate explanation that Felix Salten’s 1923 German-language novel Bambi, a Life in the Woods had been bowdlerized in its original translations for English-speaking audiences and had much of its original Teutonophobia removed.
Salten, a natural-born Jew, had sold the film rights for a piddling $1,000 to an American director, who in turn sold them to Walt Disney, who produced the 1942 animated classic that yielded over a quarter-billion dollars in box-office receipts. He fled Austria for Switzerland in 1938 and died in 1945.
Per the Guardian:
Far from being a children’s story, Bambi was actually a parable about the inhumane treatment and dangerous precariousness of Jews and other minorities in what was then an increasingly fascist world, the new translation will show.
A new English-language translation by Jack Zipes, Professor Emeritus of German and Comparative Literature at the University of Minnesota, is due to be published in the US on February 1 by Princeton University Press, and it reveals that Salten’s original novel was a cautionary tale about German predation against the Sons of Israel, which would make Bambi the world’s first Jewish deer. According to Zipes:
The darker side of Bambi has always been there. But what happens to Bambi at the end of the novel has been concealed, to a certain extent, by the Disney corporation taking over the book and making it into a pathetic, almost stupid film about a prince and a bourgeois family. . . . It is a book about survival in your own home. . . . All the animals have been persecuted. And I think what shakes the reader is that there are also some animals who are traitors, who help the hunters kill. . . . Bambi does not survive well, at the end. He is alone, totally alone. . . . It is a tragic story about the loneliness and solitude of Jews and other minority groups.
If Walt Disney had known Bambi’s full story, he probably would have loved it even more. One is also left to imagine the differences there might have been in his 1942 film. Would Thumper the rabbit have ended up as a gypsy or a Polack?
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