Tashfeen Malik and Syed Rizwan Farook
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It’s a fairly common belief, at least in the fetid swamp of humanity known as the manosphere, that mass shooters become mass shooters mainly because they can’t score with the ladies.
Had so-called “permavirgin” killers like Elliot Rodger or Adam Lanza managed to master pickup artistry, or simply been provided with a girlfriend from the US Government Department of Girlfriends, this theory goes, we would have been spared countless deaths.
Despite the weird obsession that so many in the manosphere have with this facile and ridiculous argument, you might think that even the most creative manosphere ideologues would have trouble applying this particular theory to the recent tragedy in San Bernardino, given that it was carried out by a married couple, Syed Rizwan Farook and Tashfeen Malik.
But never doubt the tenacity of a manospherian with an idée fixe stuck in his head like a bad song. In a post last week with the self-explanatory title Mass Shooters Are Men With Limited Sexual Market Options, the proudly racist pickup artist who calls himself Heartiste wondered if the San Bernardino shootings were the result of Farook’s resentment over his alleged inability to score with the (white) babes:
Not all men who have few options with women will go out in a blaze of jihad, but most blazing jihadis are men who have few options with (White) women.
Several days later, after the media finally got hold of several photos of Malik, Heartiste returned to the subject, proudly announcing that his thesis had been proved correct — because Malik was so terribly, terribly ugly that anyone married to her would be happier dead.
A photo of the San Bernardino female Muslim terrorist was finally released to the public, and, judging by her resemblance to Mohammed Atta of 9/11 infamy, it appears her husband, the primary shooter Syed “we’re Farooked” Farook, had a motive for prematurely releasing himself from this mortal coil: going home every evening to gaze upon his wife’s asiatic pulchritude.
Heartiste was so pleased to have an opportunity to slag on Farook and his allegedly ugly wife that he momentarily set aside his longstanding hatred of American women.
The [Chateau Heartiste] hypothesis that Farook’s limited sexual market options contributed to his Islamist terror attack is gaining some traction. Farook had to get a mail order bride… who looked like this. And that’s while living in a country side by side with cute White women. That’s gotta sting.
These days, apparently, Heartiste’s white supremacism trumps his misogyny.
In the comments, Heartiste’s fans — or at least the minority of them who weren’t too busy spewing racist hate so virulent it might cause a Klansman to blush — tended to agree with Mr, H’s assessment.
Random Guy suggested that most Muslim men in the west resent their
lack of sex and availability of the highest value women. They want white women but can’t get them without money and what women they can get are basically mail order brides.
Youalreadyknow added that
the reports are that he wanted a devout Islamic wife and he got a beast of a bitch. Dude was a little bitch who lashed out because he was easily bullied and he was also sexually frustrated. All male terrorists are sexually frustrated.
Lost in Moderation, meanwhile, after claiming that he had “lived for years as a Muslim among Muslims,” declared that Mr.H’s insinuation that Farook was a sexually frustrated beta obsessed with white women
may be the truest thing you’ve ever written. They are utterly consumed by it, even though they never say it. The little greaseballs know white women won’t give them the time of day, period. …
I used to score a lot of points with the Muslimahs (who are easier than you may think) just by making fun of the boys’ obsession with little white girls in bikinis, they would be so shocked that I’d even dare say out loud what they all knew, and so tingly, too.
It always comes back to these imagined “tingles” for these guys, doesn’t it?