Tucker, Candace and Caitlin- All Our Cucks in a Row

Seatching for White Hats

Recently, Tucker Carlson interviewed Hunter Biden. It was a friendly interview. Extremely cordial. Bizarrely cordial. Like two old boys from the upper crust sitting down together. Which they are. Hunter was talking about the disparity of wealth like he was Huey Long. A crack addicted Huey Long with no real convictions. He’s clearly strapped for cash.

Tucker did broach the subject of Hunter’s laptop, very gingerly. Very cordially. Like an old frat brother. But they did talk about it a lot more than Hunter and Candace Owens did. According to Hunter Biden, “all the forensic experts” have determined that all of the information bandied about publicly could not have come from the same source. In fact, Hunter claims there is no laptop. There never was a laptop. He seemed to blame Rudy Giuliani and some Ukrainian that he labels a Russian asset. To be fair, that’s what Democrats have been doing since 2016- labeling any inconvenient source a Russian asset. Hunter talked about nudity. On the laptop which didn’t exist. He called it a hard drive. Regardless, he insisted that his actions with the “women” were all consensual. He angrily denied Giuliani’s contention that there were nude images of “minor children” on the laptop. I mean hard drive. He called that “f’ing bullshit.” Tucker then chimed in that the information about abuse of minors “came from the Israelis.” He said the Israelis came to him with it. ZOG tried to frame Hunter? Somebody tell the Big Guy.

Despite this suggestion that Israel was behind this story, the YouTube video was still rather misleadingly titled “The Laptop Came From Israel.” There was no mention of the specific allegations that there were images of Hunter’s then fourteen year old niece partially or fully nude on the laptop/hard drive. And everyone but me has stopped referencing the supposed rape of a ten year old Chinese girl, which was once, ever so briefly, the most serious allegation of all. Maybe crack addicts are noted for raping ten year old Chinese girls, and filming it on their laptop/hard drive. Allegedly. Obviously, these accusations have no evidence to support them, seeing as how we have now learned there never was a Hunter Biden laptop. All in all, Tucker wasn’t as obsequiously over the top with Hunter as Candace Owens was, for example. Or even Nick Fuentes. I only include the obviously “installed” Fuentes to demonstrate just how hard Hunter Biden is being sold in the alternative media. Maybe if Tucker does start that Third Party, they can nominate Hunter Biden as their presidential candidate. He’s got the bloodlines.

Hunter concentrated on self-deprecation of himself as a pathetic crack addict. But he was so much more than that. He talked about his prestigious position on the board of Burisma, which was the source of so many of those allegations of financial improprieties, as “the dumbest thing I ever did.” I don’t know, it doesn’t seem dumb to me to take a “job” sitting on the board of a big company, earning lots of money for doing nothing. The elite do it all the time. I recounted all the One Percent parasites who sit on each other’s Boards of Directors in Survival of the Richest. At last report, Al Gore was being paid $635,000 annually for attending six Apple board meetings. Tucker never grilled him on his shenanigans in Ukraine, preferring instead to let the poor, pathetic former crackhead talk about the present love of his life, and dispense romantic advice to the viewers. Tucker should have printed up and sold a tee shirt proclaiming, “I Interviewed Hunter Biden and all I got was Some Sappy Love Advice.” He also promoted his art. And he kind of asked for paid Substack subscribers. Like we all do.

Hunter clearly is in bad financial straits. You’d think that he could hit up his father, the Big Guy who it was rumored got a 20 percent cut of Hunter’s illicit deals. Again, allegedly. I mean, why doesn’t the old man help his pathetic, former crackhead son out? Joe Biden is said to be worth about $10 million, which is shockingly modest for a former president. Still, he could send a few million Hunter’s way, couldn’t he? But then again, the Big Guy’s daughter, who accused him of taking inappropriate showers with her during her childhood to the absolute disinterest of the mainstream media, wound up in pretty bad shape herself. I don’t think the former president has given her any assistance, either. Hunter scored some more points with many in the alt media by calling Bibi Netanyahu “evil incarnate.” Well, he must be okay then, right? And, as he stated emphatically during the Candace Owens interview, he wants us to come together. He and Candace, and he and Tucker, may disagree, but they can be civil with each other. I agree. But I still have questions about that laptop/hard drive. And Ukraine.

Speaking of Candace, she has agreed to a debate on the Charlie Kirk case, which will happen later today. Her opponent is Andrew Wilson. I really don’t know what Wilson is famous for, but he has adopted a ridiculous tough guy persona, complete with an anachronistic, ever present dangling cigarette. He is associated in some way with the company Charlie founded, TPUSA, although he claims he isn’t. So he seems to be a part of the Zionist conservative crowd, and as could be predicted, is married to a woman who had three kids by two other men. No walking the walk for him. After Candace’s own fawning interview with Hunter Biden, who should logically have been her sworn ideological enemy, I have little confidence that she’ll “win” this debate. At any rate, TPUSA’s minions will claim that Wilson “won,” and Candace’s followers will claim she “won.” That’s how debates work. Someone on both sides is sure to say, “If this was a fight, they would have stopped it.” Wilson likes to shout a lot, so his debating tactic may be to simply drown out Candace, who is seven months pregnant.

There appear to be two other Andrew Wilsons who are more famous than the guy Candace will be debating. However, this Andrew Wilson was able to get an invite to Joe Rogan’s podcast, which led to Candace suddenly discovering who he was, and the fact he’d been offering a large sum of money to debate her. The fact is he was on Rogan, and has some kind of connection to the Iranian Zionist Patrick Bet-David. Actually, Bet-David is half Assyrian and half Armenian, but was born in Iran. Whatever he is, he’s a 100 percent supporter of Israel, which undoubtedly explains his own questionable notoriety. Bet-David was chosen by Wilson to be the moderator for this debate, and Candace accepted, even though once again he would seem to be anathema to her ideologically. Jason Whitlock told a story about Bet-David inviting him on his podcast. Whitlock traveled to Florida for the show, and was figuratively kidnapped in an attempt to get him to debate some Black supremacist. Whitlock refused to go on the show under those circumstances, and the incident exposed Bet-David’s blatant dishonesty.

I’m wondering, in fact, why Bet-David hasn’t interviewed Hunter Biden yet. Or how Tim Pool can resist him. The alt media is filled with these personalities that seem, at first glance, to be on the side of truth, justice, and the America 1.0 way. In my Frank Capra-inspired naivete, I gave Tucker and Candace more credit. Sure, I knew Tucker had some kind of past connection with Hunter- their wives were close friends and Hunter wrote a college letter of recommendation for Tucker’s son. Tucker acknowledged that publicly. But I expected more from Tucker and Candace than I do from the likes of Nick Fuentes, Tim Pool, or Patrick Bet- David. I guess this means the vast majority of my audience is right, and Tucker and Candace have been “installed,” too. They’re just better actors, I suppose. Tucker is really, really good at seeming sincere. James Stewart level sincerity. But I can’t just dismiss the fact that Tucker sells two of my books on his web site. That has to count for something, doesn’t it? That means either he, or someone who works for him, knows and approves of my work.

Meanwhile, in the WNBA, a confrontational LBGTQ+ front masquerading as a sport, both Caitlin Clark and Sophie Cunningham let a lot of us down this week. For those who don’t know, both players are White and straight. Which puts gigantic targets on their backs. They have both been assaulted too many times by angry Black lesbians, without those angry Black lesbians being held accountable. In reaction to Sophie nearly being beheaded by one of the dirtiest of all the dirty WNBA players, Dijonai Carrington, her coach Stephanie White defended Carrington- the victimizer- and not her own player Sophie, who was the victim. In response, Sophie was trotted out in front of the cameras, where she made excuses for her coach, said “she loves us,” and credited the thug Carrington with being a “hell of a player.” Sophie had incurred the wrath of the hostile LBGTQ+ crowd by saying publicly that biological males pretending to be women (“transwomen”) should not be allowed to play women’s sports. Sophie was elbowed in the the head during the very next game, and she was called for a foul.

As for Caitlin Clark, she was sitting beside Sophie at that press conference, and she echoed her comments, saying she loved Stephanie White, and that she “hated it when the fans booed her.” No athlete has ever been treated as unfairly as Caitlin, with the possible exception of Tim Tebow. The WNBA has shown repeatedly that it hates her, even as she singlehandedly put the ridiculous league on the map, with exploding attendance and television audiences, and by her third year, greatly increased player salaries. The sports “journalism” community, which is even more “Woke” than mainstream news reporters, despise her. And her own coach, Stephanie White, has made it clear by her actions in holding down her minutes, not letting her shine on the court, and refusing to praise her when warranted, that she hates her, too. Caitlin’s own facial expressions and body language on the court and the sidelines betray how she really feels about her despicable coach. Yet she publicly showers her with praise. Both Caitlin and Sophie are exhibiting Cuckoldry 101, a subservient posture perfected by White male public figures.

I know that some, if not most of you must be saying, “Gee, this surprised you, Mr. Everything is a Conspiracy?” As I’ve explained, I somehow manage to combine a dark, Ambrose Bierce-inspired cynicism with a dose of fairy tale-like optimism, thanks to too many Frank Capra films and reruns of The Andy Griffith Show. I know Tucker’s background. He has wealth privilege written all over him. No one with a first name like Tucker comes from the working class. As for Candace, Dana Doo Dah of Rotting Jewels came on my podcast and talked about how she has lied about her own background, in much the same manner as what she exposed regarding Erika Kirk. Candace won a $37,500 lawsuit in high school for “racist” harassment. Caitlin and Sophie are professional athletes. They are playing in a Black, LBGTQ+ run world. They have to deal with that toxic locker room. As I will be detailing in my upcoming book about sports, tentatively titled White Men Can Jump, the sports world was where the Great Replacement was first instituted. Sports have become just a platform for worshiping Blacks.

How many times can independent thinking Americans be fooled? How many times can I be fooled? Fool me once, you don’t get fooled again, as the Great Decider himself once said. I was smitten with Ross Perot, and then he inexplicably dropped out of the race when he was leading in the polls. But he came back in, and I still voted for him. I voted for Ralph Nader, who would later commit to write the Foreword to my book Survival of the Richest, then break my heart by backing out at the last minute without explanation. I should always keep in mind comrade Vladimir Lenin’s comment that “The best way to control the opposition is to lead it ourselves.” We know that the FBI and CIA infiltrated extreme Left and Right movements like the Black Panthers and the KKK. We know that Timothy Leary and Gloria Steinem were both CIA assets. People have doubts about my hero and mentor Mark Lane. He was Jim Jones’s attorney and survived Guyana without drinking the Kool-Aid. The great Illuminatus trilogy, which deeply inspired my novel The Unreals, depicted Lane as a leader of the Illuminati.

I know that Roger Stone has shown himself to be of questionable character. He still supports Trump, and recently cut ties with Alex Jones because of it. But Stone wrote the Foreword to my most successful book, Hidden History. His name is inextricably linked to mine because of that. And he has always said good things about me, on the rare occasions he remembers me. Naomi Wolf wrote the foreword to Survival of the Richest. She is now a diehard Zionist, so obviously we would clash on foreign policy. But it doesn’t matter, because she has pretty much forgotten me. Are they both disinfo agents? Were they always disinfo agents? Vivek Ramaswamy had my book visible on the bookshelf behind him while being interviewed by Alex Jones. He certainly seems like a shill now in retrospect, but why did he bother buying my book? We never sent him a copy. But then again, I found out that one of the first libraries to order my book Hidden History was the CIA. They must like to keep tabs on the opposition, even small fry like me. The ones that haven’t been “installed,” and are shadow banned.

In the unlikely event that Tucker or Candace asked me on their show, would I accept? Would I be looked at as a “sellout” if I did? The answer to both questions is probably yes. I would go on Rachel Maddow’s show if she asked me, and we know exactly what she is. I’ll also still root for Caitlin Clark. She’s a damsel in DEI distress, and I still have some chivalry. She’ll probably keep selling out, but I wish her the best. I can’t imagine how difficult it is for her behind the scenes, contending with all those crazed anti-White, anti-heterosexual players, coaches, and “journalists.” And I like to fantasize that, in private, she expresses her frustration and anger at the vitriol she’s being subjected to. Who knows what any of them- including Tucker and Candace- truly believe? Maybe they’re given offers they can’t refuse. You don’t always need a horse’s head in your bed to get the point. They all seem to know what they can and can’t say publicly. Sadly, they are all willing to apologize when ordered to. I also like to think that, regardless of their sickening and unnecessary apologies, they are reading my work.

Like Martin Luther King, I too have a dream. That one day, White public figures will find their voices, and their courage, and speak the simple truth. Stop cucking out. Stop groveling and apologizing. Stop pandering. Stop being condescending to people you are terrified to criticize, but don’t want to live around. Someday, perhaps not in our lifetimes, some White somewhere, with a large enough platform to matter, is going to say “I’m mad as hell, and I’m not going to take it any more.” No pretending “youths” are responsible for invading beaches and wrecking fast food joints. No pretending there isn’t a ghetto Black criminal pathology. No more ignoring the wildly disproportionate power of the non-Irish. No more pretending “diversity is our strength.” No more tolerating 57 genders and they/them pronouns. No more poo-pooing any questioning of authorities as “conspiracy theories.” Well, I can dream, can’t I? As a little kid, JFK’s idealism inspired me. Just like Huey Long’s words still thrill me. Maybe I have Third Party Stockholm syndrome. I’ll try not to fall for this again, but I won’t make any promises.