Pickup guru and raving racist Heartiste warns his followers of the impending Whitepocalypse

Over on Chateau Heartiste, the Heartiste formerly known as Roissy is in full-blown white supremacist mode today.

Apparently what got dear old Mr. H in an especially racist mood was a comment from a reader called Libertardian who suggested that, while in the good old days, civilization used to rein in the alleged worst tendencies of women, “in the West we had to abolish civilization because it was hurting people’s feelings.”

This little comment was enough to send Mr. H into a full-blown keyboard-smash Whitepocalypse rage.

Every monster and manboob, every fat feminist and single mom, every quadgender and third world wretched refuse had to be appeased and their crocodile tears dried, and the cause of all their histrionically dramatized hurty — white civilization itself — razed to make room for the glorious vomit of vibrancy that is currently prolapsing the rectum of the historical West.

You get double points if you were able to make sense of that mess of a sentence on the first pass. Why is it that so many cultural elitists and would-be defenders of civilization are such terrible writers?

Just a note on usage here: When alt-right types use the terms “vibrancy” or “vibrant” it’s their oh-so-clever, oh-so-sarcastic way of referring to racial diversity and/or people who aren’t white.

God looked over all that He had made, and saw that it was good. The leftoid looked over all that his ancestors had made, and saw that it was good enough to squander. And on the eighth day, the leftoid rested his gated community security detail.

Yeah, I can count the number of “leftoids” I know that live in gated communities on the fingers of my imaginary third hand.

Anyway, it’s helpful for Heartiste to remind us from time to time how comprehensive his hate really is.  And that many of his followers are even worse than he is in this regard.

Naturally, in the comments,  some of these terrible people added their terrible thoughts.

everybodyhatesscott, for his part, was in the mood for murdering elected officials:

I really hope I’m still alive to see it when we brings the guillotines back. I’d say 2/3+ of our representatives are deserving of it and it’s probably closer to 4/5′s. Granted, the gallows are more american.

cryo, in a comment in which he cranked the racism up to eleven, reported from the front lines of Hartford, Connecticut:

I was in the metro part of Hartford, Connecticut the other day. Might as well have been in the Third World. After working hours, all decent working folk flee to the surrounding suburbs. What’s left over is hideous to behold: packs of feral pavement apes roaming the blighted and burnt-out neighborhoods. What once were charming and historic Victorian houses are now blasted crack dens of eldritch horror. Niglets as young as 8 running around with loaded guns and terrorizing public parks. Whores peddling their fetid vaginas in front of Jamaican bodegas and Check$ Ca$hed places.

This is pretty much the future of any eastern seaboard city that isn’t attractive to SWPLs [white liberals]. It will get worse and worse until finally the madness starts to invade the suburbs. By then, whites and other human species will have to live in a constant state of uncertainty and fear. Section 8 housing and minority pandering are the greatest weapon the ruling class has: blacks especially are a potent biological weapon that can wipe out entire civilized communities in less than a decade

Dan Fletcher, meanwhile, suggested that the only solution to all this is to go to infinity … and beyond. Literally. Convinced that people turn to “artificial. Feminism, multicult, white-guilt” ideologies only when they’ve got no new frontiers to explore, he argued that

the halt on human space exploration has been such a tragedy. Space is the next frontier. Mankind’s survival and salvation. A new frontier and a new struggle for people to throw themselves into. Something real and dangerous. A stark contrast to the petty vapidness of the social justice whack-jobs and other assorted fairies. A true adventure.

With nothing to fight against, people fight against themselves in a desperate bid to fulfill their primal need for struggle. Time to get off this rock.

Dan, I agree wholeheartedly with that last sentence. I would happily donate to a project to put you, Heartiste and the rest of his fans on a rocket to Uranus.