Category: Forney

Forney Does Amren

Return of Kings meets Return of HBDized “White nationalism.”

Forney is the fellow who made some asinine criticisms of Greg Johnson’s recent critique of Roosh. Let’s see what this gamester says about Amren; his comments in italics, mine in plain font.

It’s easy to fall into the trap of judging an ideological clique based on their worst elements.

With respect to PUA, game, Return of Dickheads, etc. the entire clique is the worst elements.

I know I have a sketchy reputation among the more traditional elements of the alt-right 

These game types (Roissy does this far more than Forney) delegitimize their entire argument by labeling their critics on the Right as “traditional” and “tradcons” and other such mendacious labels – it’s the same sort of mindset the Left has in its own misleading labels of their ideological opponents (including gamesters). Hint for the pussy nerds: national socialists, futurists, etc. are not “traditionalists” and not “conservatives” and not anything else you imagine in your STD-induced fever dreams.  Some anti-PUA people on the “alt-right” are indeed “tradcons” but many are not.  Some of the strongest opponents of “game” on the far-Right are NOT “tradcons.”

based on my love of Filipino girls 

Sigh.  I could make my usual anti-yellow fever comments, but let us also be honest here. Some of the blame – much of it – has to be put onto Levantine-created feminism, as well as on the horrific characteristics of the modern American White woman, who has all the femininity of a cursing longshoreman and all the grace of an overfed manatee.  On the other hand, manboob White American men allowed this to happen, and their subsequent escape into the yellow (or brown or yellow-brown) swamp of miscegenation is disgusting.

and derisive comments I’ve written about white nationalism in the past. 

The gamesters complain about the “tradcons” yet the gamesters have usually been the aggressors in the debate.

In fact, I deliberately kept the fact that I was going to AmRen under wraps because I was unsure of the reaction I would get. The fact that Taylor himself has criticized ROK and publisher Roosh didn’t help either.

Yes, maybe Taylor himself criticized His Majesty Camel Face because of the anti-WN comments that appeared on Return of NECs first.

In fact, the only people I disliked were a pair of geldings who were polite to my face—one of whom straight-up told me he had put the feud I’d had with them years ago in the past—but trashed me on their blog as soon as they got home.

I do not know the details here, but I must say that it is possible to be polite on a personal basis while still having deep ideological differences. Feuding and disagreement are not the same thing. Disagreement does not have to mean “trashed.”
The reality is that aside from the differences in politics, white nationalists really aren’t that different than the guys in the manosphere. At the end of the day, we all like to get drunk, party our asses off and don’t take ourselves too seriously. 

And that’s the problem with WN – full of people who don’t take any of it “too seriously.”  It’s all a hobby, an excuse to “get drunk” and “party our asses off.”  What an embarrassment.

For example, one of the highlights of the weekend was watching Scott Terry and Matt Parrott do a karaoke rendition of Depeche Mode’s anti-racist anthem “People Are People” at a honky-tonk bar.
Dear lord.

Despite being a white nationalist event, AmRen drew several minority attendees, including a cute black girl and a pair of Puerto Rican nationalists. They were welcomed in and treated no differently than the others. 

Why am I not surprised by any of this?  In any case, a more useful analysis of the meeting would have included an explanation as to why those non-Whites attended and what they thought of the meeting. I’d rather read about that, then the drunken antics of “movement” nitwits.

I blew off one of the speakers to smoke Cuban cigars outside with William Rome and Scott Terry. I also spent a couple of nights hanging with Blair, Rome, Parrott, Matthew Heimbach and others at a honky-tonk bar, which produced its own memorable moments.

So, this guy is really a useful source of information on the meeting, having not listened to at least half the speakers, spending time instead indulging in juvenile stupidities.

One wishes for Return of the Brownshirts instead, to clean up this goddamned mess, starting with the pathetic detritus known as the “movement.”