Best Clint Eastwood pickup lines.

I’m still unsure of this whole Gab business. As far as I can tell it’s entirely populated by those of an alt right political persuasion. Even though I identify and agree with many of the alt right’s tenets, an echo chamber is still an echo chamber and a group love-in is still puke inducing.

“I would never want to join any club that would have someone like me as a member.” Attributed to Groucho Marx. I wear this one on my sleeve. I don’t want to join your club. I don’t want to be your friend. And I certainly don’t want to get with your program. I just want to be left alone while I sell lots of books.

The problem is that those two things do not go together. My brother told me that I should be on instagram. Doesn’t he know that I don’t own a fucking camera? I don’t even have one on my phone. If I’m ever in a car accident I’ll just have to get out of the car and pretend to take pictures of the damage so the other party who is obviously at fault will get all intimidated and stuff.

What is a writer supposed to do with a photo sharing platform? How many pictures of a guy sitting at a keyboard can people take? But then again I shouldn’t be surprised at this. I’m approaching this from the wrong angle. I’m thinking that they will think like me where in fact they don’t think like me at all. They think like people who want to join the club.

Like Gab. That’s a big club based on the popularity of what you post. It’s a competition to get “likes”. Whoever invented likes back when the internet was forming like some sea dwelling amoeba should be taken outside and shot against a pockmarked wall. And then propped up and shot again. I got on Gab because it was a startup and I figured that if I got in on the ground then the going might be good. Nah, the going is just like any association of its type.

Today one of the trending hashtags is about International Men’s Day. I didn’t even know that we have a day. The hashtag is filled with people gushing about how awesome it is that men have a day. Like I said, puke inducing. So I wrote this.

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You will notice that I did not get any likes. Woe is me, oh woe is me. What shall I do?

I have people follow me who I do not know. I wonder if I should reciprocate but immediately I am filled with visceral disgust at the fact that I am even contemplating such a course of action. The truth is that I do not need other people around me to feel better about myself. When I was a kid I’d hang out in my room and read books or design worlds for my D&D game. Kids would come over “to play”. What is this play thing of which you speak?

I haven’t changed much in adult life. I was at my cricket club yesterday watching the games as I’ve been a bit unwell and I wasn’t right to play this weekend. I spoke to some people but really I was quite happy with my beer in the sun, watching the game on my own. If someone came close I’d take out my phone and pretend to take pictures of birds.

I suppose I could do that on instagram. Here’s a photo of a magpie that I took today, buy a fucking book, you bastard. It could work. Stranger things have happened.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m a funny guy in real life. Truly I am. The life of the party and all that. I can have people in hysterics for hours if my mood takes me. But there always comes a point where I’ve had enough and then I get up and walk out. No fucking around. I was having fun but I don’t think that I’m having fun anymore so goodbye. People can’t handle that. Especially when you’re the host. They don’t understand why you’re handing them their coats. They are gobsmacked that you’re behaving in a manner that indicates that you do not want to be a member of the club.

Well no shit, Sherlock. How many times do I have to say it? I don’t get these snooty men’s clubs in the city. What are you supposed to do in there? Sit around and talk? Women sit around and talk. Men sit around and punch each other in the face.

I’ve been watching old Clint Eastwood movies. I watched The Eiger Sanction the other day. There’s a scene where Clint and this airline hostie are seducing each other. Clint has her back at his very impressive bachelor pad. Then he uses his big line:

“I’m going to take you upstairs and rape you.”

Que girl giggling as she calls him a naughty man or something like that. Then it turns out that she has betrayed him so he kicks her out and tells her to take the twenty dollar bill in the tray in the hall for payment for her services. What a cad.

I wonder how that line would go down today? Like AIDS in a gay bar probably. I could post it on Gab and see how many likes I get. Maybe make a hashtag about favorite lines from old movies. Then everyone will want to join my club. I’ll be in, man. The sky’s the limit.

19 thoughts on “Best Clint Eastwood pickup lines.

  1. I built my first house. On Friday evenings I would meet some friends for a happy hour type of thing. On occasion I would have a woman gushing about how she wanted to see what I was doing (building a damn house.)

    My standard response was “Sure, I’ll let you hold my tool belt.” The fact that it worked a lot, and was never misunderstood always gave me a chuckle.

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      1. I hope the dog wasn’t in it.

        A woman can have a house decorated in her imagination faster than the speed of light. There should be a TV show about it. “Extreme Nesting.”

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  2. Sjonnar

    It’s a catch-22, no doubt. I agree with every word in that post. I like it. But if I were “on” Gab, I would not like it, because if I were on Gab, I would be the exact sort of preening little feminized faggot that uses social media. And that little pussy would not like being called a little pussy for celebrating “International Men’s Day.”

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      1. Sjonnar

        Yessir Mister Feminized Faggot, sir! Will sir be supplementing sir’s social media with a nice melon baller, sir? Perhaps a pair of Kenneth Cole oxfords?

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    1. Sjonnar

      I was thinking about it for a while when I lived in Jax, but it just wasn’t worth it. Particularly since I could rent a canoe from the base marina for $25 whenever I wanted to go fishing.

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  3. Mr Black

    That’s all well and good and I do agree with the sentiment, but culture moves on. The left has entirely taken over just about everything worth owning in the culture war because people on the right, and especially men on the right don’t want to fight these battles. They get pissed off, withdraw and leave the field to the enemy. Then see the culture perverted and destroyed around them. I don’t know what the answer is, only that the strategy of the last 50 years has proved to be a complete failure.

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  4. The Hood

    My favourite Clint pick-up line is the scene in Every Which Way But Loose. Its his early line on Lynne, “say its kind of smokey in here.” The Orville tries to repeat it and gets shut down faster than a Black Widow biker in a bar room brawl.

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  5. Mr Black

    Gab alone? No. But it is one slice of the social media culture including facebook and twitter and reddit etc. Leftists hold them all. And all the others I haven’t mentioned as well because people on the right don’t want to fight stupid, petty online battles. That alone wouldn’t even be so bad IF we had dominance in other cultural areas, but we’ve abandoned all those too. We have to make a stand somewhere. I’m not saying Gab is that place nor do I know where it should be, but we are losing the political war because we’ve surrendered the cultural one.

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  6. “Whoever invented likes back when the internet was forming like some sea dwelling amoeba should be taken outside and shot against a pockmarked wall”

    Profound agreement

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