“Announcement No. 3 “. Without comparing Wanklin to (once) Tina Turner, Rod Stewart or the Rolling Stones, who “announce” every year that this really is their ultimate farewell tour (and then do the same the following year). Wanklin claims he is being robbed of his “ideas”.

What ideas? I’ve never discovered any there so far. Apparently he believes that being a scavenger, which consists of recycling “news” by adding “comments” to it, is his high-minded originality. Perhaps he means his personal selection of “memes” (i.e. funny little pictures), all of which are collected by his “Gamer Uprising Forum” members?

Does he perhaps mean his almost phenomenally tanscendental political foresight, which, according to probability calculations, turns out to be less than 10 or 20 percent accurate? Does he mean his whiny self-doubt and self-reflections, which he imposes on his readers as if they were his involuntary therapists or confessors?

Wanklin wants to be paid. He doesn’t do his “work” for the joy, fun and idealism of the cause itself, to make the world a better place. But no one is willing to pay him for his inferior egocentric “articles”. He whines and complains like a schoolchild, and instead of being respected, he is despised even more.

The Google Jews would censor him (I wonder how that happens), he complains. Who still uses Google these days? I rarely do, at least. Duckduckgo never censors him. And the Jew Unz links Wanklin (instead of his co-authors) at the top of his website every time, purely out of provocation, not because he appreciates their “quality”.

A privilege that not everyone enjoys. But even there, the number of comments is rather sparse. Admittedly: In truth, Wanklin reaches the pinnacle of his creative potency and quality as a “solo entertainer” when he (apparently involuntarily) turns himself into a clwon. He wants to write “Esseys”, Wanklin as a great essayist.

He probably knows roughly what the word means. The poet in him “screams into the void”. Books are also planned. Perhaps they will have titles like “ Novel of a Failure” or “My Journey to the Butts of the World” or “From the Erotic Diary of a Class Clown”.

This will finally pay off in fame and cash, the world is already waiting sleeplessly for it, Wanklin will hardly be able to save himself from offers and (mainly female) fan mail in “exile”, delivered by an intermediary via a fake letterbox.

Wanklin had raised over $1 million through an appeal for donations in the wake of the Altright hysteria. Instead of investing it wisely, he evidently squandered it with Phillipino hookers or lost it to his Jewish “partner” Auernheimer. He has obviously damaged and “gambled away” his supporters’ trust in him.

Typical of his (verified “ingenious”!) scribbling is not only the almost pathologically infantile egocentricity (“Me me me”/“Me myself and I”), but above all the inflationary use of the future tense, i.e. “announcement”: “I will do this, I will do that” / “I will be there” etc.

As if he could replace reality with theory and already had access to the future, but without knowing what it would bring, whether he would fall ill, be discovered etc. A high degree of implausibility (and unoriginality!) thus becomes visible.

He suffers from a Napoleonic delusion of prestige, considers himself “misjudged by the world” and cheated of his rightful place in world history. Perhaps he also doubts whether Jesus will deny him a seat in the heavenly tribune of honor.

Thx. A commenter recently on my Anglin statement: “I subscribe to The Daily Stormer’s RSS feed and it’s the first thing I read every morning with my first cup of coffee, right after Infostormer (whose RSS feed doesn’t work, for some reason).”

Wow! My answer:

I also visit the site every day. But not because it’s so good, but because everything else is so bad. Anglin disregards an important principle in life, which is: What you don’t use, you lose. Just another form of self-sabotage, self-dismantling, just like alcohol and drug abuse. Apart from the fact that this ridiculous nagging is typical of the writing-addicted Anglin, he has already practiced this several times, with annual regularity.

Apparently, this is a petty attempt to blackmail others by “withdrawing love”: “If you don’t send me money, you’ll never see me again! Then see how you manage without my invaluable contribution!” (An extreme form of this behavior is the threat: “If you don’t love me, I’ll kill myself! And you will all be eternally to blame for this immmense – no – the greatest loss in human history!”)

In reality, he’s lurking behind his screen with a bottle of beer in his hand, hoping for begging reactions: “Come back, Andrew, what are we going to do without you! Yeah yeah, we’ll send you money, it’s on its way!” Everyone knows that he won’t shut down his website (otherwise he would have done so long ago. He needs his audience much more than the other way round.

Anglin is a needy co-dependent “on/off-character” (emotionally unstable) who misses his audience like his drugs. He can’t live without them. Probably also the basis of his childish fake/meme Sky Daddy idol superstition, which he describes as “Christian” [sic] . He is obsessed with the delusion of fulfilling a “mission”, but the yawning emptiness within him (“into which he screams”) is not filled by any spiritual content, so he remains dependent on the applause of others.

AI about his infanitility: “Sulking is described in psychology as a middle ground between fight and flight. It’s a passive-aggressive reaction to a perceived injury or disappointment, where the person neither openly confronts nor completely leaves the situation. Instead, they retreat to their metaphorical or actual sulking corner. Communication refusal is an ineffective communication strategy and a behavioral pattern that is often learned in early childhood.”

Well, we can make a bet on how long Baby Anglin will manage to sulk this time; a few years ago, when he did the same thing, it was a maximum of two weeks. These are early childhood attempts at emotional manipulation (which only the even more immature take “seriously”). Paradoxically, a “silent cry” for attention and “rescue”. Anglin has no consistency and is very much in love with his inflated ego, which has to be constantly fed. That alone drives him on.

However, there are also so-called “adults” who still use the same pattern. For example, they constantly threaten to “leave” their fellow human beings, but then don’t do it, the words are not followed by actions because they know exactly that they are more attached to the other person than they are to them. At some point, this tactic wears off and the other person can no longer be “impressed” by it, and perhaps no longer wants to play this baby-like “game”.