Manosphere Matt Forney - Whiny Pillsbury Doughboy MRA

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It's good to know that Forney obsessively scours this thread and that its contents keep him up at night in an anxiety-induced panic as he tosses and turns on his poor, poor mattress, his fat tits flailing piteously against his stomach rolls with each wimpy flop... sorry, I got a little "inspired" there by his erotica.

I did a bit of scouring myself through the YouTube transcript of the video until I uhh, came upon the part where he attempted to explain the two image macros. Apart from insisting that it's a completely normal fantasy to cum on a cunt's hair before backhanding her, he tries to reason that his fat shaming and domestic discipline advocacy are unlikely to be fetishistic in origin because those blog posts were "JUST JOKES DUDES!"

While there is a certain degree of irony in the blog posts, fetishes aren't honest beliefs. Fetishes rarely reflect people's actual opinions. In fact, fetishes and sexual attraction in general are usually fed by stimuli that is otherwise disgusting: a fat ass, an ugly little mole that sits on the face just right, the musky smell of one's partner... feet. These things are "disgusting" but they're also sexually appealing. Psychologically, it's disgusting to mistreat beautiful women. It's not hard to get Matt to admit this. However, sexually, he's quite clearly interested in abusing beautiful women. So much so that it's not even worth denying. Of course there's his recent anal-adventure that he can't stop bragging about: some old lady pitied him enough to let him stick his two-incher in her while she was black-out drunk. This is a huge triumph for him, and he happily writes on his blog that he forced her into doing this.

What's the big deal? The fact that this version of events is falsified tells us more than if it were true. Why would you falsely accuse yourself of what essentially amounts to rape unless you were a huge pervert and you saw anally ravaging an old lady as something equivalent to sleeping with two hot blonde twins? Obviously part of the reason he can't stop talking about this is, "I HAD SEX. WITH A WOMAN!" but there's more here. He's happy he finally got to aggressively ass-fuck a a woman, even if she was old and unattractive. For someone who writes "satirically" about butt-plugs, big fat men fucking petite slave women and sexualized domestic violence, this tells us a lot about him, perhaps that those articles weren't entirely satirical.

Oh, and as for where he referenced fupa-restricted bloodflow (because he calls me a liar for this):



I found something a little more off-putting while I was searching for this post. No, it wasn't odd punctuation (he cleared that up acceptably well), it's something far worse:
This is a guest post by Nameless Writer.

She says her name is Kodi, and that she’s a Political Science major.

My God, this girl is beautiful, maybe the most beautiful I’ve ever seen.

She’s talking about the “neoconservative invention.” She says there is no such thing, just a bunch of anti-Semitic Alex Jones-type dudes who think so. She notes the silliness of claiming that an isolationist and somewhat libertarian inter-war right was the purest American conservatism of all time. She brings up that Harding, Coolidge, and Hoover all involved the U.S. in military engagements in the Caribbean and Central America. That a strong foreign policy had always been part of the American right; just look at T.R. and McKinley. And they were way before tiny cabals of ex-Commie Jews started taking over New York and all that. She brings up Adams, both John and Henry. She’s just going on and on.

She’s wearing this really nice blouse. It’s white with blue vertical stripes, and it is very form-fitting—which is not to say tight in a lewd way—there is a big difference. I don’t know how exactly to put it, but this blouse really shows off her shoulders; it’s almost like the blouse is cupping them while bolstering them. It’s a sexy blouse on a sexy girl. I want to unbutton it really slowly, handling each button with care. Once it was undone, I would leave it on her, just open it up in the front. I’d put my money on Maiden Form for the bra, but who knows; maybe Agent Provocateur.

She brings up how Irving Kristol, the supposed granddaddy of neoconservatism, rejected Francis Fukuyama’s Hegelianism on Aristotelian grounds. If neocons can vary that much in their philosophical views of historical progression, she says, can they really be considered a monolithic school of thought? David Horowitz is allergic to libertarians, while Charles Murray more or less is one. And aren’t they both neocons, she asks? Also noteworthy, says she, is that Francis Fukuyama studied under and deeply admired conservative Democrat Samuel P. Huntington. Does that make the late Huntington a neo? Of course not, and there are a million other examples just like that, she says. Or how about the inverse? Everyone thinks Alan Keyes is a nut—not some distinguished AEI researcher—well, he studied under Harvey Mansfield at Harvard, don’t you know. And under Bloom at Cornell too!

Regardless of the brand, it would clip in the front, and I would undo it and push the cups to the side. She doesn’t have very large breasts, but they are very perky and well-formed. I imagine they would be a lovely cream color as well. I would grab her right one very firmly with my left hand and pull it forward. I would keep my right hand on her left shoulder to be sure and keep her in place, and I would stare straight at her right nipple, soaking it in. I would stare for just a short time, all the while squeezing her breast harder and harder. Finally, I would take my right hand and strike that breast with all the force I could muster. I would hit it so fucking hard she would start crying right then and there from that single blow.

She says it is super annoying how many right-wingers have embraced the term. She’s basically ready to kill Douglas Murray over it. After all, Irving Kristol championed the term as a way of reclaiming it, since it was being used somewhat pejoratively to describe him by those weirdo Michael Harrington-style socialists. What a world we live in, she says. Some socialists call some Republicans a name, they try and re-appropriate it, only to discover that all of the Buchananites now use it for name-calling too. The Buchananites think they are so pure, but they learn their dirty words from fucking socialists, no less. No wonder they always flirted with the anti-Americanism of Eugene Genovese and William Appleman Williams, she says.

I want to see those beautiful hot tears roll down her face and neck and then all the way down to her perfect little breasts; one still creamy, the other now hot red. I’d be sure to take off her glasses to get a better look at her tears, and the way they would well up around the amazing blueness of her eyes. She’s wearing just a bit too much mascara now, and those tears would bring plenty of it down with them. With any luck, she’d tremble a little. Like an old car doing 85, I’d want her whole body to be shaking just a bit, in time with those tiny teardrops and quieted sobs that make would make her breasts (one red, one cream) rise and fall; rise and fall.

Of course, she starts delving deep into the matter of anti-Semitism. She goes through all the obvious shit first. That Pat Buchanan hates the Jews. Then that Justin Raimondo and Richard Spencer hate the Jews. Then that Taki hates the Jews a whole bunch, damn near to how much David Duke hates the Jews. Then she says that even though Paul Gottfried is a Jew, you can go on to The Occidental Quarterly website and see all of those writers saying Gottfried is a genius. And everyone knows that Kevin MacDonald and William Regnery hate the Jews a super bunch.

She’s wearing the most stereotypical hipster skinny jeans you can imagine. Not one detail about them is exceptional in any way: they are the perfect hipster skinny jeans. I’m trying to come up with a ceiling number for how much I would pay to be able to take a big fucking knife and cut them open. I really don’t want to take them off of her, I want to cut them open and rip them off of her. It’d probably be impossible not to pierce her tasty looking thighs in the process, but she would look gorgeous in red anyway.

She comes up with this big convoluted rhetorical question/hypothetical situation that’s all about which nations T.R. would have invaded and reconstructed, and whether or not he hated the Jews, and if he secretly was a Trotskyite and all that jazz. It gets a bit tangential and she conjures up a conspiratorial revisionist scenario in which neither Trotsky nor T.R. were killed, but they actually ran away together and came up with an epic plan for the U.S. to invade Iran in 2017. Naturally, she jests, Charles Krauthammer has the original copy, and is the only one who knows where all the reprints are. She giggles at her ability to cleverly mock her enemies in their absence. But then she gets all riled up about how the Weekly Standard needs to do more outreach to minorities and women, so that in a generation, their editorial board can be as diverse as America.

If those scrumptious thighs were sliced wide open, I really don’t think I’d be able to contain myself. I would have to fuck those thighs right then and there. No more foreplay or teasing or any of that shit, I would have to fuck those perfect, open, and bleeding thighs until I came deep inside of them. No doubt. But if they weren’t sliced all the way open and just left tasteful streams of blood down her bare legs, that would be fine, too. The trouble is that thinking about fucking those thighs has completely enveloped my mind. I want to shove my dick through those layers of perfect-yet-torn flesh and feel her inner blood flow. I try thinking about anything else, but I really can’t. My mind is in so deep I can’t even think about her clit, or wonder what shape it is, or even try and imagine what size gape I could give her with just my tongue.

She’s moved on to the topic of foreign policy, like Syria and Ukraine and all that. She says “decline” and “strength” a lot. In the middle of a sentence about the brilliant mind of Robert Kagan, she pauses and tells me I look really concentrated, she asks me what I’m thinking about.

I remember that old piece of graffiti I saw in Paris once that said, “Revolution is the active passage from dream to reality.” I take it to heart and I say, “I want to take a big fucking knife, and split both of your thighs open, then I want to fuck them; the wounds in your thighs, I mean.”

Man... whoever wrote that fantasy above there and sent it into Matt Forney's site, they must be a sick fuck. They're probably that same guy who writes those tumblr posts...
 

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Forney is a complete incompetent buffoon. He uploaded a response video to Davis Aurini in which the first 7 minutes is dead air and the next 13 minutes involves him jumping around times on Aurini's stream VOD trying to find the part that he actually intended to respond to:


The actual drama itself is boring as church (hence nobody bothering to post it here for a month), but the sheer ineptitude demonstrated by Forney here is amusing and totally consistent with what a clown he is, to the point of self-parody.
 

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Am I the only one wishing Forney would get a scalp tattoo of cabbage leaves? Caterpillar over one eye?
 

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Forney is a complete incompetent buffoon. He uploaded a response video to Davis Aurini in which the first 7 minutes is dead air and the next 13 minutes involves him jumping around times on Aurini's stream VOD trying to find the part that he actually intended to respond to:


The actual drama itself is boring as church (hence nobody bothering to post it here for a month), but the sheer ineptitude demonstrated by Forney here is amusing and totally consistent with what a clown he is, to the point of self-parody.
That stream is honestly just sad and pathetic to watch. Essentially, Forney is bitter that his longtime friend Davis Aurini decided to ditch him for some 40-something pagan feminist (his description), and in his mind, this is somehow the fault of the 40-something pagan feminist? He clearly has no self-awareness whatsoever, and the fact that he thinks anyone should care about this is just mind-boggling, not to mention pitiful.

Still, most of his streams are failing to crack the 1000 views mark, so perhaps there is some justice.
 
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Elwood P. Dowd

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A Forney mention I'd not seen before...

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Twilight of the God Emperor

by David Cole

http://archive.li/Tw4KX

Relevant passage only:

Here’s the best example I can give of this pathology. Last October, I hosted Ann Coulter in L.A. for a book-signing event. I’ve written about this before, but I’m bringing it up one final time to make a point. I was tipped off a week in advance that a disgruntled incel former friend with a personal grudge was planning to sabotage the proceedings by rallying Antifa to bust up the venue and harass attendees. Old story, who cares. But what I also found out was that his accomplice in trying to get Coulter and 240 local conservatives assaulted by Antifa was an alt-rightish fellow named Matt Forney. Forney is an American expat living in Eastern Europe. I interviewed him for my column in August 2016. There’d neverbeen any bad blood between us. We’d never even met in person. And yet here he was trying to bring Antifa down on 240 people (plus one of the most important voices the Trump agenda ever had). And why? No reason. Literally no reason. The guy just likes sowing discord for the sake of it.

Did Matt Forney ever actually stand for anything? He must’ve. Slate covered him in 2016, around the same time I did. Leftist protesters used to target him at rallies (occasionally aided by Forney’s troubled relationship with gravity). At one time, he must’ve had beliefs. He must’ve had opinions on matters of political or societal import. Not anymore. Now his entire thing is feuds with other rightists. That’s literally all he does; flame-war YouTube videos. Nothing else.

Two months after the Coulter event, and humiliated that I’d discovered his role in the failed Antifa plot, Forney tried to bait me into getting into one of his beloved public squabbles. “You’re like every other Jew: you have a big mouth and no balls,” he emailed, daring me to make a video about him, before adding, “I know where you live. Don’t push your luck” (Forney also recently threatened to dox Jim Goad).

Forney represents the tattered, pathetic detritus of the movement that used to be called the alt-right. Infighting, trolling, and flame wars are all they have left. Trump’s 2016 activist base is syphilitic and dying. For his sake, I hope white, blue-collar voters stick with him, because he’s going to get precious little help in 2020 from his online agitators. They’re too busy popping corn and pretending to be James Holmes pretending to be the Joker.

The question that interested me when I started this piece was, the Tea Party had clever activists, the support of a party machine, and the backing of the big-money establishment. So of course we were effective. But could a group of grassroots activists score victories with none of those things? No party support, no corporate money, no brains. Could the odds be defied?
"Pathetic detritus" does sound about right though, doesn't it?
 
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I remember stumbling into Matt forney a while ago when plumbing the depths of people like him and Rooooooosh. Of all the garbage that farney has shit out onto the internet, I think some of his best stuff is a series of op-eds he did on his site a while ago where he pretends to be a Christian wife who likes being spanked and put in her place by a real man.
I'm going to try and dig some of them up.
 

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Forney is one creepy motherfucker. He honestly wrote a book about how to have sex with prostitutes in the Philippines, something that is literally as easy as falling off a barstool.

I think some of his best stuff is a series of op-eds he did on his site a while ago where he pretends to be a Christian wife who likes being spanked and put in her place by a real man.
I recall that shit- very creepy.

He is very keen on the whole physical chastisement thing, which is rather unsettling given that he had trouble finding a willing partner in literally the easiest place in the world to have sex with a whore. I'm just glad that he's currently living in Eastern Europe, where the ladies are a little more canny and he'll find it a little harder to find a middle-aged woman he can manipulate and drug so much that he can rape them. Eventually he'll probably try something with a kid, and get a proper Slavic reception.
 

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Essentially, Forney is bitter that his longtime friend Davis Aurini decided to ditch him for some 40-something pagan feminist (his description), and in his mind, this is somehow the fault of the 40-something pagan feminist?
The womz have brainwashed Davis! This is a disaster! No wonder Matthew is so broken up about this,
 

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Forney was a sex tourist in Davao City many moons ago. "Pick up artist" had to fuck Central Banko street hookers.
 

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