A New Kurganing: The Desolation of Purpose of the “Pick-Up-Artists” and of one half-immigrant in particular.

I have a long history of calling out PUAs for the try-hard losers they really are, for the weak mindset they have, and worse, that they try to instil in others.

I wrote a post on the generics of relationships back in 2010 from a purely secular perspective based only on natural reality absent any religious context, and it still holds up even now, 15 years later after I became a Totalist Sedevacantist Catholic in 2017.

That is a good test that the logic was sound even then, so you might want to read through it, and you will see that even then, PUAs were classified as snake-oil salesmen, grifters, and kind of gay. Because they are.

You can see blog posts of mine going back over a decade concerning this issue, and I exposed various of them in multiple ways for the tragic dry-humpers they are:

• Here for example
• And here concerning the need for women to be dumb baby machines
• And here, rejecting the wish of others to make me into a PUA “guru”
• and here, the actual book to put to rest at least some of the noise.

But a recent interaction with a couple of these abject losers has prompted this post.

I came across one post by this self-styled PUA some time ago that was at least passingly interesting , although, even then, I cautioned against it, pointing out it stank of weakness, lies, and basic loser syndrome in general. Anyone familiar with my Substack or even more so the OG blog every post here gets mirrored to (which has many more posts) will have understood that wile I gave some tentative almost passable “hmmmff… probably not a total grifterslop” it wasn’t exactly a glowing recommendation.

Since that post from a couple of months ago, I have on occasion quickly scanned maybe a couple other notes of his because they appear in my feed. I don’t subscribe to him or his nonsense, because why would I? But the stuff still appears in my feed.

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And he posted some completely retarded note that is pretty much the CORE of what is wrong with all the PUA bullshit from the start, even absent any Religious Sense of Things. And it was this:

Now, of course, I do know better than to argue with someone being an idiot on the Internet, but then, that is not what I do. I do have a hobby though, and it is to scalp the occasional idiot in public, primarily for my own entertainment, secondarily for your entertainment, and in a distant third, in the vain hope that other idiots will give me a wide berth, at minimum. A fourth, miraculous-level fantasy, of course, is also that it becomes an educational life-lesson for at least one or two people, and puts them on a better life path. But I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that it is fun to reduce these idiots to their constituents parts in public; ostensibly as a public service, but hey… we all have hobbies.

So before I show you my erudite response to that nonsense up there, that this half-French mestizo posted, 1 let me first deconstruct his stupidity, gayness, and weakness, and explain what the appropriate and considered response to such “men” is.

The underlying double ass-hump-tion that this metrosexual faggot makes is that one has to have his heart turned to stone after a failed romantic relationship. And as we will see he thinks this is INEVITABLE! [Insert here: crying brown half-Frenchman on his knees imploring heaven with his misery]

Let us examine in more logical detail what this means:

1. This faggot clearly had his heart broken by a woman that was above the usual 3-6 he manages to bed while they are drunk, high, or desperate. Probably a 7 that dressed passably; and it wrecked him.
2. He self-admits it’s his weakness. He’s so desperate for “love” that he admits he falls for it and gets crushed once his delusion bubble pops. Be very clear what is happening here: This mama’s boy, probably with an absent (darkie) father, felt he was not loved enough by mommy, so he now seeks it in some woman that is not a complete hobgoblin. If only Vanessa the 7 could “TRULY LOVE ME!” He implores the sky, still crying, “THEN I WOULD BE A MAN!” you can just tell his whole persona is tied up in being emotionally accepted “for who he is”2 by a woman. If that doesn’t scream pathetic fag, I don’t know what does.
3. Despite his saying the opposite, it’s clear he at least EXPECTED someone to “save him”. And a woman at that. But then, Brownie the Frenchie, realises mommy and proxy-mommy too NEVER REALLY LOVED HIM! [Cue kneeling Brownie-the-Frenchie crying to the heavens again, cursing his mestizo blood, his curly hair, (that he has now lost and/or shaves anyway), his (half-)Frenchness, his smell, that simply makes it impossible for a hot blonde, brunette, redhead, or any white female that has any shred of self-respect LOVE HIM! Just like mommy should have!
4. And so, now, he thinks he can bullshit the world, saying his heart is now a cold stone, he is impervious to the female charms, he is TOO COOL FOR SCHOOL! Got it guys? Got it? He’s the cool, anti-hero, damaged (by mommy) but cooler for it, “hard” guy. Until an 8, looking at her boyfriend standing behind him smiles genuinely at what he imagines is him, then he will melt into a puddle of piss again. Until he realises she wasn’t smiling at him at all, then he will burn into a ball of rage, hating women in general and pretty ones in particular. We may read about him on the news one day, and it would not be the first time I made such a prediction on one of these losers that is now behind bars for a very long time.

So. Given my kindness and empathic approach, how could I possibly help this misguided fool out of his rut? How could I concisely show him the error of his way with all the compassion he deserves?

Well, you ask, so here it is:

I know you will agree that it is the appropriate and sensitive approach he needs in order to remove the dildo from his anus, and start to learn to be an actual member of the male species. Despite this, he seems to have become a little hysterical.

Please note: Here he is once again admitting that this behaviour is what HE does. What HE did. What in his gay life, he thinks is the inevitable path of every man. This is important for later when he tries to project HIS OWN behaviour onto me. Which is a typical thing Gammas, gays, and women do.

That’s because, as a gay man, he can’t imagine anyone not being gay, like he is. It’s the typical solipsism of weak men, the gays, and women. They think the whole universe exists just for them, and everyone thinks, feels and imagines (insofar as they are even capable of grasping these concepts) just like them.

This was my response. Simple, to the point, factual:

And here we see him spin totally out of control and try to grasp at straws by PROJECTING his own situation onto me, in a way that is absurd to anyone that knows me and my history, and makes “sense” only in his gay little, half-French mind.

Note the self-admissions:

1. “Your desperate need for validation” – there is literally nothing in anything I wrote that in any way indicates I needed, craved, wanted, or sought external validation. In fact, if you do read the very first thing I linked to from 15 years ago at the top of this post, you will see that I wrote even back then that my ending up in bed with a lot of pretty women, happened as a simple byproduct of me being me, and only in a subsequent realisation of this fact (that I could and did in fact attract a lot of pretty women) realised that this ability in and of itself can give one an even deeper sense of self-knowledge. But given that it was a secondary realisation, made after the fact, one can hardly say it was anything I was actively (or even unconsciously) seeking. Clearly it wasn’t; and it makes no sense to accuse me of such, and the 15 year old post amply demonstrates it even if you didn’t know me at all. So what we have here is: projection. It is a natural phenomenon that weak men, the gays, and women use. It’s quite fascinating and telling, and I have never really understood why they think it’s effective. Any reasonable person can see it is them trying to accuse you of what THEY assume is the worst possible thing, because it is what they themselves do/fear/have in their life. I mean, I get that they can’t help it, it’s a hysterical and emotional response prompted by events that emotionally hurt them, but you’d think at least later they would reflect on it and see how obvious they are. But no. Self-reflection after all is not their forte.
2. He states quite clearly that in his world view it is women that decide if you get hurt. This is really quite astonishing and telling. And he implies that if and when it is YOU that decides to hurt yourself (because you have an erroneous view of reality) this is weak. Which it is, but that’s not the point. In his world view, it is not him that decides he was hurt, but rather “women” decide it. I mean, he has no agency you see, and this makes him… a strong man? You have to laugh at the “logic” this monkey-boy is trying to perpetuate.
3. He hallucinates that I somehow “qualified myself to him”. This is typical PUA snake-oil. When they are cornered with reality they try some squid-ink out of their ass to try to mask the fact they were “pawned” as the kids say. He’s the one that reacted in trying to defend his gay world-view, and when factual information was added to the already obvious data that proved him wrong, he tries the Jay Dyer defence of shouting and jumping like a monkey, saying something like “Ha made you look!” as if that somehow invalidates the facts, reality, or his latent homosexuality.
4. His outrage at being “insulted”. Notice that once again, as I have always pointed out for years, calling a whiny bitch a whiny bitch is not an insult. It’s an observation. It’s a statement of fact. Perhaps an axiom. But it is not an actual insult. For it to be an insult you would have to demonstrate you are not, in fact, a whiny bitch. But we have demonstrated beyond any shadow of a doubt, that by any honest metric, half-brownie-half-frenchie here, IS, in fact, a VERY whiny little bitch.
5. Lastly, through more projection, he exposes the true nature of his “stone heart” (more properly labelled as whiny bitch ass, still leaking from the pegging the 7 that dresses well gave him), and it is this: He was dumped by that 7 with good fashion sense. Dumped like the smelly, half-croissant, half-burnt that he is. And he projects that this is the worst possible thing he can accuse another man of.

I think at this point we have shown rather conclusively who this guy is, but since when has a Kurganing ended when the horse died? Or indeed when the mere ghost of the dead horse its till existent in the ectoplasmic world? No, no, loyal readers, you know the way of the Kurgan. So we shall continue.

As I knew this would get entertaining, I replied once more:

Here, in obvious defeat, the gay man tries one last attempt at “proving” his manliness. He writes a simple “Are you done?” to, (in his weak little gay mind) show he is not bothered at all, it’s all just words to him… right?

So I did not respond and waited a day or so…because I knew, that like all gamma-fags, as soon as he thought the coast was clear he would come dancing out claiming victory, as the Secret King he fancies himself to be.

And of course, that is what he did with several notes.

And after that, because he got fairly low engagement off this, he tried to bury those notes with another dozen or so notes to push them way down the list.

But let’s also give you a taste of how “classy” this half-immigrant is. Here, read this, in his own words, and see just what kind of class of woman he gets to bed and notice he plies them with alcohol when already drunk. I think you can see that he is really just your typical half-breed, and that the women that he ends up having temporary sex with (because even they sober up the next day) are of the sort that you find pissing in the street after a “night out”.

Which brings us to the final point.

His chip on the shoulder.

You might not notice it right away, I do because, well, having lived in Africa for some 25 years along with other countries, I can see this stuff miles away frankly. And writing and hence picking up clues about the writer he has no idea he is leaving, is a thing I have done a long time, and let’s say all my other skills too make it easy to see, but if you read a few of his posts you’ll notice it too, even if he tries to hide it behind this false mask of “I’m just cool, and calm, and collected all the time!” 3

The contempt.

The actual seething he has towards women. And white women in particular.

I will not go on at length on this because it’s obvious to those who can see it and oblivious to the ones that think I am just being a “white supremacist, racist” or whatever.

But yeah, it’s there.

It’s always there with these types. They hate their own brown-stained skin more than any racist can. And they will try to take it out on easy prey that is white.

Drunk, easy, broken, white girls.

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