Dave's Substack: White People Edition

You alabastards have become insufferable.

I preferred whites before they got their big chance at one more dance with supremacy. I liked the whites of the the Obama Era - doe-eyed little sweety -pies who just wanted to end Affirmative Action.

“We’re not the racist monsters the left paints us as! Gosh oh gollywickers, we love our friends of color. We just want to work and play and dance and sing without our skin color used against us!”

Such kindly darlings! How could you refuse such humble pie?

But there’s a flaw in the human character, and it applies to every racial, ethnic, religious or whatever demographic: people are at their best when oppressed, and their worst when empowered. Everyone looks good when they’re bullied, when they’re piled on by the mob. “Oh you poor victims! In your tragic persecuted eyes I see the innocence of a little fox caught by dogs. Here, let me take you in my hands! Your little heart, it beats so fast (ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh).”

But when the oppressed inevitably become the empowered, they always blow it. When whites finally “found their voice” (after having been deprived of it for 50 or so years, much to the relief of the people they used to lynch, who of course themselves went from oppressed to empowered with equally bad results), they couldn’t just rule with wisdom, breaking the cycle. Nope, they had to become as vile as their oppressors. Elon Musk championing white supremacy, boosting pro-Hitler accounts, cheering Holocaust denial and Jewish genocide. Trump’s in-house Klansman Darren Beattie declaring “only white men must be in charge.” Millennial GOPs (including the College Republican leadership) gleefully celebrating Hitler and finding orgasmic joy in sieg heiling and shouting “NIGGER NIGGER NIGGER” every chance they get.

You bewbs read Jared Taylor and thought, “hey, inside every white man is a Taylor and a Sailer!”

No. Inside most of you is a cousin-fucking no-toilet-paper-using nose-picker. Taylor’s a unicorn. Sorry to break that to you; he’s not representative of whites, IQ wise. He’s an outlier. When you decided to go white nationalist, when you decided to embrace Jew-hatred, you didn’t trade Jews for Taylors. You traded Jews for the worst of your kind, the losers whose only accomplishment in life is having been born with pinky skin. The monosyllabic Kallikaks who grunt and fart their way through an aimless existence.

You thinking that unleashing white supremacy would usher in a new generation of Taylors and Sailers is like white liberals in 1967 going to see Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner and thinking “I bet everyone in the ghetto is just like Poitier! Let’s bring the ghetto to the suburbs.”

Ten years ago in Takimag I wrote about how my problem with Affirmative Action is that we were told by leftists that by giving blacks unearned positions in universities, we’d be rewarded with a generation of young black cancer-curers.

Never happened, did it?

But don’t laugh too hard, whitey. Because now you’re doing the same thing. “Boost white supremacists and Nazis, and your reward will be a generation of young white cancer-curers.

But we’re not getting that, and you know it. We’re getting a generation of emotionally-crippled autistic incels and tranny freaks who whack off to anime while screaming “NIGGER!”

You think I’m kidding? Here’s a photo of the head of the University of Florida College Republicans sieg heiling along with his anime cosplay “special friend.”

This is real. You think it isn’t happening because you bury your heads in the sand.

I know shit you don’t, Boog. I know people you only read about, like “Passage Press,” Peter Thiel’s attempt to break into the exciting world of right-wing publishing by hiring a handsome novice who knows publishing like I know fashion. Passage and the “Dimes Square” crowd would hold parties (while promoting books by Sailer, Taki, Curtis Yarvin, Nick Land, “Raw Egg Nationalist,” etc.) that were nothing but incels getting blown by trannies while screeching racial epithets.

That’s what you’ve unleased, you fucking idiots. Not a cancer-curer in sight.

I’ve made this point again and again: MAGAs and Daquans are the same animal. And the Daquan/Buford homology marches on. Leftist social scientists (especially in academia) told ghetto blacks “You’re geniuses! You invented everything. You have a right to take up space, to be loud, abrasive, and prideful,” and Musk, rightist X, and many members of the Trump Administration tell loser whites “You’re geniuses! You invented everything. You have a right to take up space, to be loud, abrasive, and prideful.” And the Daquans and the Bufords have made themselves the nation’s greatest ass-warts. Our top annoyances, our finest irritants.

That’s why I actually like the company of humble Mexican blue-collar laborers. Between American blacks and whites, Mexis are the only ones who aren’t in the grasp of racial grandeur delusions. Living on the road, staying in hotels, I get to hang with the nicest, most kind and unpretentious kitchen workers, housekeepers, and maintenance guys. Are all of them here legally? Probably not, and I might’ve cared a few years ago, before you dickwads issued the “you’re either with the illegals or you’re with US the Nazis” challenge.

Because I ain’t with the Nazis. And I ain’t with the Daquans. I’ll take a Jose or Maria who just wants honest work over the “egomaxxed” Heinrichs and LaQuandas who march through life like Bart Simpson…

So I’ll say to you pinkies the same thing I’ve said to your Daquan brothers: you ain’t all that.

Oh, you’ll say, but you built civilizations!

Oh really? You, yourself? Your granny? Your great granny? You built Mont-Saint-Michel Abbey? Well tar me with molasses, Cletus. You is mah superior!

May I remind you shit-don’t-stinkers of what your own beloved Fuhrer - the guy you see as the true champion of the WHITE MAN, thought about “the masses” of whites taking a victory lap for what essentially comes down to the accomplishments of the few? As I wrote about multiple times at Takimag, in the infamous Hitler/Strasser debate, Strasser, the “revolutionary socialist” Nazi, took the position that “the masses” possess a shared wisdom, a kind of hive-mind genius.

To which Hitler replied “get bent, douchebag” (“Du vergettingen auf bentingeschichte geschaftemacht du bist eine enbaggenische auf der stinkenholencolonicalizen bettersmelleren”). Hitler made the point - and other than liking blonde chicks this is my one and only agreement with the guy - that “the masses” don’t have “shared wisdom.” Rather, individual “exceptional men” forge mankind’s progress, and “the masses” follow like sheep.

So your own sacred Fuhrer didn’t see whites as magical. Yes, of course, he believed that only from the Aryan wellspring sprung the “exceptional men.” But he certainly didn’t think that pinky skin by default makes you some kind of societal overlord.

And let’s look at H.L. Mencken, that rascally scold who pretty much defined unsentimental intellectual commentary a hundred years ago. The “Sage of Baltimore” wasn’t too fond of the people he referred to as “poor white trash,” writing numerous columns about their “brutish imbecilities” (good thing he never saw X):

Alas, for the South! Her books have grown fewer— She never was much given to literature. In the lamented J. Gordon Coogler, author of these elegaic lines, there was the insight of a true poet. He was the last bard of Dixie, at least in the legitimate line. Down there a poet is now almost as rare as an oboe-player, a dry-point etcher or a metaphysician. It is, indeed, amazing to contemplate so vast a vacuity. One thinks of the interstellar spaces, of the colossal reaches of the now mythical ether. Nearly the whole of Europe could be lost in that stupendous region of fat farms, shoddy cities and paralyzed cerebrums: one could throw in France, Germany and Italy, and still have room for the British Isles. And yet, for all its size and all its wealth and all the “progress” it babbles of, it is almost as sterile, artistically, intellectually, culturally, as the Sahara Desert. There are single acres in Europe that house more first-rate men than all the states south of the Potomac.

It is as if the Civil War stamped out every last bearer of the torch, and left only a mob of peasants on the field. One thinks of Asia Minor, resigned to Armenians, Greeks and wild swine, of Poland abandoned to the Poles. In all that gargantuan paradise of the fourth-rate there is not a single picture gallery worth going into, or a single orchestra capable of playing the nine symphonies of Beethoven, or a single opera-house, or a single theater devoted to decent plays, or a single public monument (built since the war) that is worth looking at, or a single workshop devoted to the making of beautiful things. Once you have counted Robert Loveman (an Ohioan by birth) and John McClure (an Oklahoman) you will not find a single southern poet above the rank of a neighborhood rhymester. Once you have counted James Branch Cabell (a lingering survivor of the ancien régime: a scarlet dragonfly imbedded in opaque amber) you will not find a single southern prose writer who can actually write. And once you have—but when you come to critics, musical composers, painters, sculptors, architects and the like, you will have to give it up, for there is not even a bad one between the Potomac mud-flats and the Gulf. Nor an historian, Nor a sociologist. Nor a philosopher. Nor a theologian. Nor a scientist. In all these fields the south is an awe-inspiring blank—a brother to Portugal, Serbia and Esthonia.

Consider, for example, the present estate and dignity of Virginia—in the great days indubitably the premier American state, the mother of Presidents and statesmen, the home of the first American university worthy of the name, the arbiter elegantiarum of the western world. Well, observe Virginia to-day. It is years since a first-rate man, save only Cabell, has come out of it; it is years since an idea has come out of it. The old aristocracy went down the red gullet of war; the poor white trash are now in the saddle. One could no more imagine a Lee or a Washington in the Virginia of to-day than one could imagine a Huxley in Nicaragua.

If one turns to such a commonwealth as Georgia the picture becomes far darker. There the liberated lower orders of whites have borrowed the worst commercial bounderism of the Yankee and superimposed it upon a culture that, at bottom, is but little removed from savagery. Georgia is at once the home of the cotton-mill sweater and of the most noisy and vapid sort of chamber of commerce, of the Methodist parson turned Savonarola and of the lynching bee. A self-respecting European, going there to live, would not only find intellectual stimulation utterly lacking; he would actually feel a certain insecurity, as if the scene were the Balkans or the China Coast. The Leo Frank affair was no isolated phenomenon. It fitted into its frame very snugly. It was a natural expression of Georgian notions of truth and justice. There is a state with more than half the area of Italy and more population than either Denmark or Norway, and yet in thirty years it has not produced a single idea. Once upon a time a Georgian printed a couple of books that attracted notice, but immediately it turned out that he was little more than an amanuensis for the local blacks—that his works were really the products, not of white Georgia, but of black Georgia. Writing afterward as a white man, he swiftly subsided into the fifth rank. And he is not only the glory of the literature of Georgia; he is, almost literally, the whole of the literature of Georgia—nay, of the entire art of Georgia.

Virginia is the best of the south to-day, and Georgia is perhaps the worst. The one is simply senile; the other is crass, gross, vulgar and obnoxious. Between lies a vast plain of mediocrity, stupidity, lethargy, almost of dead silence.

My point, dear readers, is that you’ve been sold on the notion that prior to “da Jews,” and prior to non-European immigration, America was a utopia of high-IQ whites, a cancer being cured on every block, a lightbulb being invented in every garage, even in the poorest of white neighborhoods.

And it’s complete bullshit. Hitler understood that, and so did Mencken, who was very fucking far from being Jewish. But as long as you inbreds are under the spell of “white majority automatically means utopia,” your political judgment will be as damaged as your frontal lobe.

Look, I can try to explain things from a personal perspective. Aesthetically, I’ve always been drawn to beautiful blonde or redhead shiksas. From my high school GF in 1985 to every girl I’ve pursued since (accent on pursued, because I’ve certainly slept with my share of nonwhites who’ve pursued me. Two things ol’ Dave has never turned down: a free meal and a free BJ from a lady). So as a guy with a 57-year history of liking shiksas, I’ve dated LOTS of white trash, mainly wannabe actresses who came to L.A. because there were zero opportunities in their shitkick town. And these bims, proud as they were of landing a Jew with money & smarts, often took me home to meet the folks, in the hope that I’d bail out their debt-ridden family.

These people are unimpressive. And not because blacks, Jews, or beans are “keeping them down.” I’ve bailed out enough “poor white trash” with “brutish imbecilities” in my time to not fall for the “we wuz WHITE KANGZ” slop you’re dishing out.

Christ, I remember Safford, AZ, about 30 years ago. Dating a Kim Basinger lookalike (she’d be the one who’d help me fake my death in 2003 to escape yet another blonde, this one from Michigan). Safford…population 10,000…Jesus it was a deathtrap in 1997. Depressed, methy, and full of exactly the kind of whites Mencken abhorred. The Basinger bim’s pappy was a bearded gold miner who never once found gold. And you know why? Because every time one of his digs got near the mother lode, “the mafia” would sneak into the desert and steal the gold before he could reach it.

I’m not making that up. That was the intellectual caliber of the town. The dad genuinely thought that every time he dug a hole and no gold was there, it was because “the mafia” stole it from him. And the Basinger bim’s brother? Made babies and spread STDs throughout the town, and when the impregnated skanks would ask for child support, the brother would claim that the pregnancy didn’t come from his cock but rather from “witchcraft.”

Again, I wish I were making that up. I’ll never forget a particular night, summer 1997, candlelight dining with the Basinger bim at Houston’s (an upscale restaurant chain) in Century City, and the bim, as we dined on steak and lobster on my dime, telling me how her brother was falsely accused of impregnating the girls he slept with, because it was witchcraftery wot caused the pregnancies, and me sitting there thinking how surreal the entire situation was - an intellectual Jew, an upscale restaurant in the most pristine part of the Westside, and here’s a bim whose brain has not evolved since the Dark Ages.

It was a fascinating incongruity.

And as for Safford, when I was there, it was about 80% white. Today? It’s roughly 50/50 white/bean. And you’ll tell me that’s bad. You'll tell me that this is genocide against the jewels in the crown of the white race.

That goes for every white trash area a bimbo’s brought me over the past 35 years. Seguin, Texas. Bradenton, Flurrda. Grand Island, Nebraskee. St. George, Utah, Center Line, MI. I’ve walked among you in your native lands, and I saw not a single 1-Stop Cancer Cure Clinic.

I’m not saying the people there were bad, just below what I expected from the supposed cream of universal DNA.

Which brings us to Kevin Sorbo, the “best of your race” (as Mencken vomits in disgust from the afterlife he so vehemently denied exists). Sorbo is a meathead so roided-out, his body failed during the filming of his idiotic Hercules TV series (produced by Jews, BTW) that made him a semi-famous punchline.

Dude was literally in the middle of a scene in which Hercules was supposed to brag “I am invincible” but multiple strokes changed the dialogue to “gri ang vervinsiderble.” And this clown, this idiot, is your new “intellectual expert” on white superiority:

“At what point do white people become a minority?” Oh, I don’t know, Strokey McGee - maybe look at your own fucking chart, which says between 1980 and 1990.

From Steve the Sailer to Pop-pills the Sailer.

That I knew this buffoon at Friends of Abe is as surreal to me as the night with the witchcraft bim.

The main question to ask when looking at Sorbo’s stats is, what does it fucking matter? Let’s look at L.A. County - and I always prefer to look at the county as opposed to the city, because the city borders are imperceptible and further complicated by the “city not a city” game we’re famous for (West Hollywood? A city. Hollywood? Not a city. Santa Monica? A city. Venice? Not a city). The Westside of the county (Beverly Hills, Westwood, Brentwood) and the South Bay (El Segundo, Manhattan Beach, Hermosa, Redondo) are great. Safe, desirable, hell - you hobo hat-passers complain that these areas are too expensive! “Waaaaah, I SO wanna move to the Westside, or to the beach, but the rent is too high!”

That’s a weird thing to say about a dystopia.

You know what nobody’s ever said about East St. Louis? “I SO wanna move there but the rent’s too high.”

So what do the demographics matter? If a city functions well, if it’s desirable, but you still complain that it’s not white enough, then yes, you’re a racist piece of shit.

I’d a take a Beverly Hills Persian over a blonde Safford retard in a fucking second, if it was about crafting a prosperous city. I’d take the blonde Safford retard over the Persian if the question at hand was blowjobs. But smarts? Making a city thrive? Give me the Persian. You and your “paper bag tests” can eat my shit.

But there’s a bigger point that Sorbozo ignores. Los Angeles County is the most populous county in the U.S., at 10,000,000 residents. And Los Angeles County is 30% white (not counting white Hispanics). That means there are over 3,000,000 purebred whites in L.A. County.

If I were writing for Asians, they’d see where I’m going already. But since you’re Bufords, I’ll spell it out: There are more pureblood whites in L.A. County than you’ll find in the entire population of America’s whitest states. Maine is our whitest state, at 93%. Vermont comes in second at 90% white. Maine’s entire population is 1.4 million. Vermont’s entire population is 645,000.

You will find more white people in the County of L.A. than you will in our two whitest states combined.

So what’s your beef, Sorbo?

Well, likely the same beef as held by some of you. You want to see only whites, with no pesky browns in-between, ruining the view.

Yet…you continually praise Rhodesia and Apartheid-era South Africa. You speak of them as paradises, white paradises, even though blacks were always a majority in both countries.

So which is it? You white supremacist freaks have become so pampered (by Musk, by “influencers,” by members of the Trump Administration) that you feel no need to make coherent sense. Musk tells you you’re gods, so why should a god have to sort out his thoughts?

But you make no sense. We, the sane, don’t understand what you’re complaining about. First you say Rhodesia was the white man’s paradise. Sure, blacks were the overwhelming majority, but that was okay because they were docile servants, so it was fine.

But when I point out that one of the reasons West L.A. functions so well is because of a workforce comprised of Hispanics who are way more law-abiding than blacks and way more competent and non-aggressive as workers (they don’t secretly fantasize about slitting whitey’s throat, like every Rhodesian black did), you tell me, “oh no no no, we don’t want to be around laborers of color! We want a homeland for ourselves! A white homeland! Just for us, ONLY for us. No blacks or browns allowed.”

Your thoughts are so syphilitic, you toggle between “Rhodesia was heaven! We just sat back and let the coloreds serve us” and “we refuse to live arounds coloreds, even if they serve us.”

You’ve grown so used to rightists telling you you’re kangz, you’ve no need to keep your thoughts straight. Just like ghetto Daquans, you’re told that your every diseased brain spasm is a treasure for the ages.

Tucker Carlson, who manages to be far worse than Sorbo (Sorbo’s just retarded; Tucker’s evil), continues to beat the drum for a “white homeland,” to the enthusiastic retweets of Musk, the world’s richest man and most deadly cancer:

“Every other group in the world has a right to its own homeland except White people? What? Explain how that makes sense. White people deserve a homeland.”

Musk not only retweeted that, he endorsed it. And you mindless children are like “Wow, how WISE! How TRUE! How unfair the world is to us kangz.”

But…where exactly is the “Asian” homeland? Please, give me a name. Give me the place. Where is the “homeland” where anyone with slanted eyes and yellowy skin can go live freely on account of their racial features?

Do Koreans have automatic citizenship in China? Do Japs have automatic citizenship in Korea? You’re so fucking stupid, you likely think “sure they do, gyhurk-gyhurk-ge-gyuck!”

There is no “Asian homeland.” Just as there’s no “black homeland.” You white kangz are so very, very brilliant, you think African nations don’t war, African tribes don’t kill each other, African religious sectarianism doesn’t exist.

“They alls looks alikes to me, gyunk-gyunk, so obviously they alls looks alikes to theyselves, ga-hooook. Ah cain’t tell no Hutu from no Tutsi, so that means they cain’t either, becuz ahm WHITE and mah thunks is the smartest thunks ever. Dintcha hear Musk? Whites is always rights!”

You’ve fooled yourselves into thinking, “we only want what other races have!” That’s you being professional whiny victims. And you’re wrong. You’re just flat-out wrong. You’re asking for something Asians and blacks and Hispanics don’t have (a skin-color, racial-features-based homeland). And even Israel (and let’s not kid ourselves; that’s what Nazi Tuck was talking about) doesn’t bar entry based on skin tone or racial features. There are light-skinded light-eyed Jews like me in Israel, and there are swarthy ones too.

Now of course, because I can read your mind like a child’s coloring book, I know what you’ll say: “But Europe iz our ancestral homeland! Why can’ts we at least make it European only?”

Why? I don’t know. Hey - why not ask the people of Europe? It’s their politicians bringing in the darkies. There are only two thousand Jews in all of Ireland (population 5.46 million). It’s not Jews who are forcing Ireland to bring in “refugees.” You wanna bitch about it, bitch to the Irish politicians and the tards who elect them.

But no, Tucker prefers ASKING QWESTCHINS that always seem to end up putting the blame for the white man’s actions on Jews. White men apparently have no agency.

Again, you think you’re noble geniuses, but you’re just ghetto blacks with thinner noses and a higher SPF.

Fun fact: If you shitstains would accept white Hispanics as white, you’d get back to the old “America white majority” figures from the 1980s. But you don’t, because you’re idiots, and Kevin Sorbo doesn’t, because he’s still trying to figure out why the corn he eats sometimes reappears in the toilet bowl (“But I dun ated it…why it come back? Why it not die? Why corn torment me? Can I eat comeback-corn?”).

You people accept Sicilians as white (okay, Coulter doesn’t, but the rest of you do). Yet you won’t accept white Hispanics.

So let’s have a lil’ fun and visit the Kevin Sorbo School for What Constitutes White:

Lynda Carter? NOT WHITE!

Raquel Welch? NOT WHITE!

To be clear, Sophia Loren (Sofia Costanza Brigida Villani Scicolone) - WHITE.

Raquel Welch (Jo Raquel Tejada) - NOT WHITE.

Danny DeVito? ARYAN SUPERMAN!

Rita Hayworth (Margarita Carmen Cansino)? Fuck off, beaner trash.

Joe Pesci? White as snow.

Cameron Diaz? Genetic garbage.

Paul Giamatti? Stunning Nord!

Sara Paxton? Beat it, you ugly-ass mud person.

Adam Lanza? If only we had an entire nation of such Aryan warriors.

Daphne Zuniga? DEPORT that aborigine.

This is Roberto Cañedo, one of the great stars of Golden Age Mexican cinema:

And you’re going to tell me this isn’t a white man?

This is Cañedo’s granddaughter, Paulie, who I used to refer to as my adopted little sister.

According to Kevin Sorbo, Paulie, born in Mexico City, is not white, and should be kept out of the U.S. to ensure that WHITES remain the MAJORITY (gyuck).

I could point out how Sorbo, and many of you, are idiots. And I could point it out all day long. But it’s moot; you will lose because of male biology. You Heinrichs will lose because your male young’uns prefer Jessica Alba over - ready for this?

Anne Ramsey from The Goonies and Throw Momma from the Train. A Mayflower descendant of William Brewster, leader of the Plymouth Colony.

“My beard is pointy and my genes defective.”

The ugliest woman in films was of the supposedly finest DNA.

Your young men will be more attracted to Ana de Armas than Anne Ramsey, and there’s not a fucking thing on earth you can do about it.

You will lose. You are doomed to lose. Loins beat ideology.

I tried to warn you about this kind of thing in a 2021 Takimag column:

Race theory succeeds when it reflects reality. It fails when it tries to supersede reality. I’m reminded of that time when Hitler’s surrogate son Léon Degrelle dared to disagree with his Führer. Hitler had decreed that once Russia was conquered by the Master Race, no German soldier would ever entertain the notion of cavorting with the filthy Slavic babes. But Degrelle was like, “Hey—those chicks are hot. Your racial theorizing cannot overrule the nads of the dudes in uniform.”

But you didn’t listen; you never do.

That’s why you always, eventually, go down in flames.

Not that it’s just about loins; obviously most Mexicans don’t look like Lynda Carter (most humans in general don’t). But your new shtick of “we want a homeland just for us” flies in the face of 1,000 years of white history. Even whites of yore who set off to establish outposts, colonies, and refuges (ironically, often to escape other whites) still insisted on having a cheap labor force to do the menial and unpleasant tasks. So take the factor of attractive muchachas (and muchachos, too. You’ve obviously forgotten my 2021 column in which I pointed out that the reason the Donner Party set out on its journey to L.A. was to find “Spaniard” mates for the spinster womenfolk), combine it with the seemingly inborn desire of whites to be served by lessers, and you guys are so fucking doomed to failure in your “homeland” quest, I hope I live long enough to laugh in your stupid fucking faces.

Not that it’s all bad news, Rosco P. Coltrane. Your younglings will certainly grow in their hatred of Jews, as you continue to push the notion that we’re responsible for everything wrong in your life. Yep, for Jews - your doctors, your research scientists, your lawyers, accountants, and film producers - the future is very bleak. Congrats; we’re toast.

But your kids will not, absolutely not abide by the Kevon Sorbo standard of what’s white. That I guarantee. Hispanics have a good future here. You’ll rid yourself of us pesky cancer-curers, the real cancer-curers unlike your Safford inbreds, but soon enough you’ll be surrounded by Españolos, and it couldn’t happen to nicer Nazis.

Suffer, Siegfried. SSuffer.

Small Endnote

In last week’s piece I wrote about how the book printing company Ingram was apparently refusing to do the second edition of Republican Party Animal. And grease my hide with pigshit, the very day after I posted the piece, Ingram reversed course, and the book is being printed. I’m as shocked as you that my Substack might have had an impact. I never have an impact. Like how also last week I reamed the right for still slavishly and slobberingly fawning over Steve Bannon, a man who admitted to embezzling the “build the wall” fund, a man exposed as Epstein’s best bud and biggest protector. And the day after my essay, CPAC gay sex criminal Matt Schlapp announced the triumphant return of Bannon to the upcoming CPAC conference alongside sex criminal Matt Gaetz and gay groper Benny Johnson.

The conference is going to be held at the Gaylord Resort in Grapevine, Texas.

That’s not a joke.

Gay Republican sex criminals are meeting at the Gaylord.

Remember when conservatives weren’t so laughable?

How do you stand it? You’re worth nothing but ridicule these days. Aren’t you even slightly embarrassed?

Of course you’ll never hold Bannon, Schlapp, Gaetz, or Johnson accountable. But at least I got my book back in print.

I take my victories where and when I can.

See you next week.

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