Thomas Wictor

Happy New Year! I never make resolutions, but I’ve decided to post every message I get from the lump of feces that calls itself Arthur D. Royster, a buffoon whose Jew-hate and obsession with homosexuality are pretty much par for the course in the field of German militaria collecting. It’s another reason I got out of military history. There are only so many slobbering, lip-licking references to gays that you can take.

When Senator Larry Craig was arrested for trying to pick up a man in a public bathroom, I heard a psychiatrist on the radio say he doesn’t treat such patients anymore. They can’t be helped. What they do is bash gays all day and night, and then they go out and have  anonymous sex with men. When confronted they screech, “I AM NOT GAY!”

Whatever you repress you become compulsive about. A man who jabbers incessantly about homosexuality is telling you a lot about himself.

Here’s the message that Arthur D. “I AM NOT GAY!” Royster sent me today.

In a shoddy attempt to intimidate me, he included my home address. He still claims he lives in France, but he actually lives in the Bay Area.

Everything in the message is a fantasy. Arthur D. “I AM NOT GAY!” Royster is a pretend human being, so everything he does, says, and thinks about is fraudulent. I never sent him an article because I don’t consider him a member of my species. It would be like sending an article to an orangutan. All it would do us stuff it up its rear end. Arthur D. “I AM NOT GAY!” Royster is a monomaniac about men gaining access to his rear end. When he’s not raving about Jews, he’s raving about men coveting his luscious bottom.

All Jew-haters are terrified of mental illness. This is because they know that they’re off their rockers. Every single Jew-hater who’s accosted me has brought up my PTSD. It’s funny because none of these pansies could last more than three seconds inside my head.

Right, Erick?

I’ve told a few Israelis about my background. They’re the only people mature enough to handle it.

One man asked me several extremely intelligent questions about what it’s like to be a person who witnessed murders and far worse. Not a single Israeli has held my PTSD against me. Jew-haters, on the other hand, are fifty years behind the times. They still think in terms of the “booby hatch.” It’s their fear of being revealed as “coo-coo,” and then all their retrograde pals will make fun of them. I fear nothing and nobody. It’s a state of grace that Arthur D. “I AM NOT GAY!” Royster can’t even begin to comprehend.

His message claims that I was banned from a discussion forum. Here’s my login from today.

“I AM NOT GAY!” Royster didn’t even get the name of the Webmaster right.

I’ve never received a penny from the government. From 1993 to 2013 I was in the employ of my parents, and now I’m an investor. To be more accurate, my brother Tim invests for me. He’s a wizard when it comes to the stock market.

Although Arthur D. “I AM NOT GAY!” Royster has clearly read everything I’ve written, he forgot that I said I’m no longer a writer. Taunting me for not being successful as a writer is like taunting me for not speaking Esperanto. It doesn’t mean anything. I bowed out. Telling me that I bowed out isn’t news to me. These hominids all read my posts and then narrate them to me, as though I’m unaware of what I wrote.

Speaking of failures, however, Arthur D. “I AM NOT GAY!” Royster is about as knowledgeable about German militaria as he is human. Here’s some choice stupidity from his site.

It’s well known that the Nazis spray-painted their steel helmets. These are two of the most famous photos from World War II.

The Nazis had spray guns with adjustable nozzles.

Like all Jew-haters, Arthur D. “I AM NOT GAY!” Royster has no factual knowledge. All the space in his head is taken up by stuff like this.

That’s a total lie. Why would a Jewish woman attend a Nazi memorabilia show? It’s as fake as his accusation that I stole notes and information from a man who wrote no notes and provided me with no information. The man in question told his fellow freaks that I’d done so, but that was just to save face. He was a pretend author who told me that when he translates German into English, he keeps the German word order to “make it more authentic.”

That’s the stupidest thing I ever heard have.

Like my lying coauthor, Arthur D. “I AM NOT GAY!” Royster pretends that he has skills and relevance.

No threads on his “discussion forum.” Arthur D. “I AM NOT GAY!” Royster is a fabulist. He’s deeply unhappy with his real life—such as it is—so he makes up stories in which he’s the hero, fighting Jewish conspiracies and exposing fake German militaria.

He writes nothing but screeds and then accuses others of being gay and bigoted. Or bigoted and gay. And Jewish and gay. And gay. And gay. And gay. And gay.

Arthur D. “I AM NOT GAY!” Royster will watch this video to the end. He won’t be able to stop. My advice is to never shake hands with him.

Every time Arthur D. “I AM NOT GAY!” Royster contacts me, I feel an overwhelming sense of relief that I bailed from the repressed, Jew-hating militaria world.

Don’t get me wrong: Military historians are perfectly normal people. It’s the collectors of memorabilia who are such pukes with no redeeming features. Not all of them, but far too many of them. That’s why I collect only photographic images. I was once offered an authentic World War I German flamethrower-pioneer badge.

Not interested. I collect photos because they add to my knowledge. The photos also prove my theories. An authentic World War I German flamethrower-pioneer badge should be in a museum somewhere. Militaria collectors buy stuff to show it to each other as a kind of you-know-what measuring contest. More of that repression that defines the milieu.

Think about the overcompensation and symbolism involved when a grown man collects Nazi daggers. Paging Sigmund Freud! Paging the Jew Sigmund Freud!

Arthur D. “I AM NOT GAY!” Royster has no readership and no influence. When he goes to his great reward, the world will be a better place.

This should be the epitaph on his tombstone.

“You’re quite welcome.”