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Chicks Dig Alt-Jerks

I’ve resisted turning this blog into a gossip mill, but a juicy titbit hurtled across my wired tin can that I feel impelled to comment on, if for no other reason than that it devilishly and deviously exploits anti-pozz alt-icons to corroborate timeless Chateau maxims. (In this case, “chicks dig jerks“.)

ie it’s all about my ravenous ego.

I won’t mention names, but I’m sure some readers will be able to identify the players without much trouble. Word between the sheets is that a well-known alt-right ladyhawke, a pretty petticoat by any man’s standard, had some kind of illicit romance with physiognomically-approved Based Stickman, the scofflaw 40 year old husband of a waifu and father of an Elliot Rodger who is a hero to the alt-right for bashing antifa skulls in Berkeley and beyond, (ps I approve of his actions as well, though my affiliation with the alt-anything is shall we say, peripheral).

It’s only a rumor, so take it with a dose of skepticism, but it’s a rumor that 4chan maultistes fueled when they found a photo of the smitten minx wearing the morning-after sweater of the smiting sphinx.

Moral of the story: Chicks dig jerks. All kinds of chicks. Left chicks. Right chicks. Indie chicks. Feminist chicks. Fat chicks. Skinny chicks. Lovely chicks. Lovelorn chicks. And yes, alt-right chicks.

Chicks can’t resist that charming jerkboy waving the stick of war over his head and hitting his main squeeze up for tens of thousands in bail money. I say this with no disrespect, only observational wryness. The Based Stickmen of the world get primo pussy, while niceguys who never broke a rule in their lives….don’t.

There is only One greater than the God Emperor and his minions, and His name is the God of Biomechanics. PieceBUH.

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