As we all know, Mike Anissimov’s crippling addiction to mexican ladyboy hookers has lead to him having to officially pull the plug on MoreRight. However, when twitter user “SOBL1” made the fairly innocent suggestion that Mike gets a real fucking job, little Mikey decided enough was enough. Tapping into his central-California shitlib roots, Anissimov threw one of the most hilarious temper tantrums in recent memory. It almost feels insulting to the dindus of Baltimore to call it a chimpout, so the experts of MyPostingCareer are calling it a “limpout”, which is certainly suitable given the limp-wrist rage of Anissimov.

Anissimov’s first method of self-defense is to act like SOBL went over the line by insinuating Anissimov is gay. Because you know, that’s not a shitlib style of arguing at all or anything. Realizing that he’s arguing like a woman, Anissimov immediately tries to save face and prove his manhood by resorting to the “personal attack me one more time I fucking own a gun” argument. This falls flat because in his threat, Mikey admits that he doesn’t even have a gun in the fucking threat, saying instead that he’ll get a gun. Here is a number of reasons why Mike is obviously bluffing:

  1. Getting a gun would require leaving the house and going somewhere other than the dildo store or bathhouse.
  2. Getting a gun would also require money that you didn’t already spend on dragon dildos, ladyboy hookers and HIV medication.
  3. Getting a gun requires that you don’t live in fucking San Francisco, there probably aren’t even any down low black dudes you could suck off behind a 7-11 or Denny’s to get a cheap glock or hi-point.
  4. Firing a gun requires actual wrist strength that I highly doubt a San Francisco native possesses.

Rather than realize that he looks like a massive fucking idiot, Anissimov presses the attack, saying he’ll hunt down SOBL1. Mike then proceeds to talk out of his ass, with the most insane internet tough-guy posturing I’ve seen in months. In hopes that Mike will just shut up before he gives himself a heart attack, SOBL1 gave an apology which amounted to “I’m sorry you’re a faggot.” In a demonstration of what’s always on his mind, Mike proceeded to refer to this as “blowing him off.” His impotent limp-wristed tantrum continued until he realized that SOBL1 was ignoring him.

In hopes that he might see reason, the High Chieftain of Orcbrand tried to get Mike to calm his tits. Anissimov’s response was pure ego-posturing, and a series of rambles about “MUH BOOK”. He seems to be operating under the millenial delusion that producing ideological tracts is somehow equivalent to getting a fucking job. He caps off his rant by saying that SOBL1 will never be an “intellectual great”. I thought most intellectual greats didn’t spend hours pissing and moaning over someone calling them a faggot on twitter, but maybe Anissimov is a subscriber to the PZ Meyers school of thought? I’m pretty sure most intellectual greats don’t threaten to shoot a man over an internet argument, though.

Other gems in his meltdown include his insistence that it’s his lack of anonymity that makes him such a popular target, rather than his unwarranted self-importance. He also refers to “white-collar faggots casually talking shit” without the slightest bit of irony. You’d think someone as narcissistic as he is would own at lease one mirror.

SOBL1 generally declined to comment beyond saying that the whole situation was pretty laughable. He then went on to troll Cathy Reisenwitz because he just doesn’t give a fuck. And in the end, that’s what makes him the real hero in all of this.



Only months after assuming the throne as the official leader of NRx, Mike Anissimov has been formally ousted by Nick “Bonaparte” Steves, who has used his new position to formally excommunicate Anissimov from Neoreaction. Citing Anissimov’s poor treatment of the dearly departed Bryce Laliberte, Nick I has formally severed all ties with Anissimov and is urging other Neoreactionaries to do the same.

Anissimov had always been one of the more troubled members of Neoreaction. He is predominately known for his petty online arguments. He also ran some site called MoreRight which was supposed to be a spinoff of LessWrong, with the twist being that no one actually ever visited it. Highlights of his posting history include his spat with /duck/, his spat with Nick Land, his spat with #Orcbrand and his spat with MyPostingCareer. While his ability to rustle shitlib jimmies was above average, he simply could not abandon his vicious desire to attack what should be his allies. Anissimov’s downfall will be remembered (if at all) as one of hubris, his ego being stretched much like his asshole following the sheer anal apocalypse that was perpetuated upon him following his attempted assault on MPC. Rumors of a government-in-exile in Idaho are flying around, but TRD staff have yet to find anyone in Idaho with a functioning Internet connection.

Immediate expectations from Nick I is a long-awaited normalization of relations with #Orcbrand and MPC. More discussion is probably going on in one of those Jackal Hours but no TRD writer can manage to stay awake long enough for one of those.


I only keep TRV to a schedule, this runs on a “fuck you, whenever I feel like it” timeframe.


When a group of hardline autists from /aristoi/ dug up his posting history, Bryce decided that the only sane response would be to delete fucking everything and quit blogging forever. Of course, there’s an infinitely better course of handling things: address the issue with the poise and grace of an intellectual, ignore and dismiss it all together like an adult, or take a hiatus like a student. Yet somehow, in light of all of this, Bryce HAD to pick the most childish option. It’s actually quite disappointing- despite writing like a fag, he still was a talented and insightful writer. Still, he has no one to blame for all of this but his own lack of resolve. No matter what /aristoi/ did, Bryce failed to demonstrate any neoreactionary principles. For shame Bryce, for shame.


If it weren’t for my general disdain for forums, I’d probably be a user on MPC. It seems to combine two of my favorite interests: triggering/mocking shitlibs and admiring big, muscular men. Hell, their mockery of the rest of the alt-right is pretty scathing and spot-on: most of it is too nerdy and up its own ass with LARPy bullshit. Sadly, Pleasureman himself isn’t immune to that, as the feud with Mike Annisimov has shown. What started as MPC taking the piss out of Annisimov has devolved into a full-on autistic slapfight, both sides sperging out so hard you’d think that you were on an anime forum. Meanwhile shitlibs are still being shitlibs, and some of the top triggermen are arguing over pointless LARPy bullshit. It’s embarrassing and fixes nothing. Knock it off, remember “no enemies to the right” and get back to reminding liberals that they belong in the ovens.


So American Renaissance was a thing, and it continued to be a watered-down circlejerk of old farts signaling how right-wing they are without coming up with any new ideas or profound insights. As if to drive the point home, Matt Forney and some kebab manlet from Return of Kings showed up to hawk their shitty merchandise. First off, what the fuck was a kebab doing at American Renaissance? Are there ANY standards left? Second, can we just admit that “buy my book” has become the right-wing version of “download my mixtape”? Anyway, so these two did nothing of value until the after party where Forney’s kebab buddy was physically removed from a bar after shoving a woman. He claimed that the woman was rejecting him despite her being too fat and ugly to get anything better than him. So to put this in perspective: a kebab manlet who only got into the conference because of his fat friend went to a bar in Tennessee for the afterparty of a white nationalist conference and tried to hit on a girl there before becoming violent after she rejected him. Honestly, I’m disappointed he wasn’t strung up from a tree for being such a sleazy piece of shit.


The foremost neoreactionary community in the imageboard scene, /duck/, has abruptly and suddenly closed as of Wednesday, March 25th. Board founder and Almighty God-Emperor of Neoreaction, Duck Enlightenment is at present refusing to comment on the closure, saying “twitter seems overly sensitive today”. While no official reason is patently obvious, Duck’s current twitter spat with Nick Land suggests to some that Mike Anissimov has finally snapped after months upon months of cuck memes, murdering Duck and hijacking his social media account. This shutting down comes only a day or so following the a major shakeup on the rest of 8chan, with /gamergate/ administrator Blade deciding that the community was shit and handing moderator privileges over to aspiring adult entertainer/amateur rapper/9-11 reseacher Teridax. While TRD experts are saying that the two shitstorms being connected is “really fucking unlikely and anyone who thinks they are is retarded”, it still remains a mysterious coincidence.

Of all the Neoreactionary communities, /duck/ was certainly one of a kind. The foremost battleground in the vast internet slapfight between Neoreactionaries and MyPostingCareer, /duck/ was home to a number of memorable debates on topics such as “Is Nick Land on meth”, “Why does Bryce write like a fag”, “Who the fuck is Kantbot”, “MENCIUS MOLDBUG IS A FUCKING KIKE” and other intellectual exchanges. It was said that the average /duck/ poster was an enlightened, sophisticated individual who kept both his body and mind in apex condition. Reports from Phalanx bathhouses also suggested that /duck/ users generally had an above-averaged sized penis. Regardless, the final few days of /duck/ were notoriously troubled: nearly every thread on the board was devoted to discussing either the madness and stupidity of individuals like Genophila, or the practice of cuckoldry. Indeed, one former user noted that “the once overflowing well of original content has gone dryer than a vagina in the presence of Aurini.” A replacement to /duck/ by the name of /neoreaction/ has already been established by Kantbot, but time will tell if it will be suitable.

Further updates on the story will come whenever they develop and TRD staff stops being lazy and does actual fucking journalism for once.


BREAKING NEWS: “Popular NRx” figurehead Mike Annisimov tweeted “Mortal Gnonbat” in what we can only assume to be an attempt at a Gnon pun. Needless to say, this pun fell flat, and was poorly received, given a scant 7/10 from an anonymous source who described it as “okay”. This poor tweet confirms what many in NRx have said for years: Annisimov is entryist scum, and should be crucified in public so that Hurlock will come back, Urbit might actually get released, and MPC will stop trolling NRx. He is a terrible individual who will never contribute anything of value to the movement aside from unfunny tweets with stupid puns. After crucifing him, we should probably nuke idaho just to be sure. Idaho only grows potatos, which is what the Irish eat. And we all know that proper reactionaries hate the Irish, being the “niggers of Britain.” Therefore, the only proper conclusion is that Mike Annisimov is a dirty irish entryist and possibly a negroid as well. FIRE UP THE OVENS!


If NRx had “Reactionaries in name only”, Davis Aurini would probably be at the top of the list, or more than likely on the bottom, scrounging around for pennies to fund his pretentious art projects. Even before he teamed up with randroid sperglord extraordinaire Jordan Owen to create “The Sarkeesian Effect”, Aurini has always been a manosphere entryist desperately signaling to NRx hoping that someone will notice him. Unfortunately for our little Cavalier Kojak, it seems that Owen was the best he could get. Yet Aurini didn’t let that stop him, and he bravely carried onward with producing what he still thinks will be his magnum opus. You see, Davis Aurini is a real man, a man’s man, the kind of man who doesn’t let insignificant things like “basic cinematography” or “having a likable on-screen personality” get in his way!

Unfortunately, it seems that Aurini has run into an obstacle that not even someone of his mighty intellect can defeat. No, not male pattern baldness, he’s already conceded that battle. Certainly not “literally everyone on the planet telling you your movie sucks” because they’re just evil SJWs trying to hold him down! No, in the end, Davis Aurini was done in by his own partner’s autism. Yes, it’s been said that the only way to truly defeat an autist is to find an even greater autist, and Aurini happened to partner up with the biggest sperglord short of Chris-Chan. According to Aurini himself, Owen began going off his rocker because he wasn’t getting laid. Evidently, three hour youtube videos praising Ayn Rand doesn’t exactly get the bitches wet. Rather than take the proper reactionary path of slapping his shit and telling him to stop being a degenerate consumed by his lust for the flesh, Aurini proceeded to recommend that Owen follow the path of pickup artist/sex tourist/child molester Roosh Vasinolgibsteinberg. Unfortunately, Jordan’s pathological fear of long names came into play and he would repeatedly go into spastic fits regarding the mention of Roosh, to the point where he supposedly spazzed so hard that he had to be removed from a plane. And trust me, when a white guy gets pulled from a plane, he’s gotta be spazzing pretty hard.

Anyway, so Jordan, deciding that Aurini is clearly too far off to the right for him, magically gives himself the power to fire his own partner after conveniently sucking up the last few bits of cash left lying around. Because you know, objectivists obviously value things other than money! Now Aurini is left with a bunch of shitty footage, hoping that he can salvage his little dumpster baby through the magic of editing. Sadly, editing doesn’t really fix terrible shooting, so it looks like The Sarkeesian Effect will probably only be sold from the trunk of Aurini’s car.

In an effort to show everyone how not mad he was over this gutwrenching betrayal, Aurini published skype logs of Jordan flipping his shit. These logs show how professional and compassionate Aurini is, with great lines like “I need you semi-coherent to finish this documentary.” In an act of even greater professionalism, Aurini went on to compare his former partner to Supreme Gentleman Eliot Rodgers. Because hey, nothing says “please work with me on my future endeavors” like comparing your prior partner to a violent manlet!

Here’s my advice to you, Davis Aurini: get your fucking shit together. You spent all that time shilling for the Sarkeesian Effect by signaling to moderates like a desperate motherfucker. You desperately wanted those progs to say that you’re not an evil racist misogynist and that you have a point. And yet, lo and behold, the objectivist moron you teamed up with is now throwing you under the bus. Here you are, getting fucked in the ass by a fat, hairy doofus for all the internet to see. You emasculated yourself to sell your stupid movie, and now you’re realizing why that’s such a dumb idea. If I were you, I’d just abandon the project, admit it’s dead, and give everyone a refund. Take your failure like a man. Learn how to shoot footage that doesn’t look like it was for a cheap porno and try again, this time with an actual team of skilled filmmakers.

Oh, and for fuck’s sake, drop Roosh and the manosphere clowns. You’re a grown man who served in the armed forces and graduated college. Sure it was the Canadian armed forces and you majored in history, but for god’s sakes you have better things to do than affiliate with overgrown teenagers obsessed with fucking all the cheerleaders. Seriously, get your shit together.