Dylan Mulvaney Death Watch

We’re Nearing The Sad Clown's Corporate Media Propaganda Narrative Endgame

“Narcissistic Personality Disorder (NPD) affects 1-2% of the U.S. population. Similar to other personality disorders, NPD causes people to think, feel, and behave in a way that affects daily functioning and goes against societal norms. Most critically, NPD is also shown to have the highest suicide risk of all personality disorders, especially for people who are also struggling with depression.” — Alexandria Bachert

“Girls will be boys and boys will be girls / It’s a mixed up, muddled up, shook up world…” — The Kinks, “Lola”

“Today wasn't supposed to be a crying day. Why do I always feel like crying?” — Dylan Mulvaney

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Dear Dylan:

Can I call you Dylan? I’m gonna, because I bet you find it preferable to “Mr. Mulvaney.”

Either way, I hope you see this Substack, because it could save your life. You might think you’re media savvy, but the Truth is that you’re young and vain and kinda dumb. I don’t think you realize how this Narrative ends, nor the killers and leeches who surround you. This story only ends one way.

Dunno if you’ve noticed, but you better, and soon, Dylan. The wolves are circling as your Zeitgeist moment peters out. Soon there will be only a single use for you remaining, at least as far as the controlled corrupt collectivist corporate criminal clown media is concerned: A sad lonely suicide, to be blasted and blamed on all the “transphobes” for a couple days in a bathetic final cheap shot Mediagasm against “normalcy bias.” Remember what happened to all the young “male beauty influencers” who were pushing makeup to boys on YouTube a couple years back, R.I.P.

Dead or no, I’m sure you can see #TimesUp for you on the fame front. We just had three straight weeks of pro-Dylan propaganda in corporate media, greasing the wheels for your new autobiography Paper Doll: Notes From A Late Bloomer, which got released on International Woman’s Day — one helluva insult to real women, I’d say — and the same day you appeared with the crazy cackling dried up shrews on The View, among the lowest propaganda rungs for the rim-shot retarded.

Everything about the vile, venal, venomous, vagina-vexed vvitches on The View is inverted, upside-down, fake, phony, ugly and foul; a rancid rat kingdom lie concocted by a coven of Disney-fied death cult half-human meat puppets, consumed with utter contempt for women and the American Constitution. They are mentally ill and normal-phobic. Dylan Mulvaney’s pending suicide will be a sick celebratory Mediagasm event for them.

Sales of your book have been abysmal, Dylan. If you can believe your constipated nemesis Matt Walsh, Paper Doll peaked sales-wise the day it came out at number 500-something (I can’t be bothered to listen to Daily Wire warmonger-enabler Walsh to get the exact number) and less than a week later sits at #1,625 as I type this. Seems like all those books reaching bestseller lists that were written by people no one likes or respects or cares about are going to struggle in 2025, now that USAID doesn’t have the money to buy them up (IMHO!).

There’s good reason, for example, Big Michelle Obama’s sly Revelation of the Method self-stroking fake autobiography Becoming (“becoming”…what, exactly?) sold 14 million copies at $34 list seven years ago, yet her boring new navel-gazing podcast with her doofus brother hasn’t even reached 0.1% of that number, despite an even bigger media push than yours, Dylan, and it’s free.

Of course, back in late 2018 when Becoming was published, Big Michelle Obama was not so directly tied to the transgender movement. Not a lot of people were yet aware that it was Big Michelle who launched the “Drag Queen Story Hour” concept via the Michelle Obama Neighborhood Library in Long Beach, California, where a cross-dressing dude garbed like a horned demon read to a captured audience of pre-pubescent children, earning a “Hail Satan!” endorsement Xweet from The Church of Satan.

If Big Michelle Obama had never lived, or perhaps remained Michael Robinson (just kidding!), “Drag Queen Story Hour” very likely would’ve never become a thing.

I’m not the first to note this, but it bears repeating, and somebody should ask Big Michelle about it next time she’s out and about, if you can get past her retinue of bodyguards that is: Why the focus on drag queens and kids? Have any drag queens been lobbying to speak in retirement villages? How about wounded veterans homes? Why only kids? Why? It reeks of degenerate indoctrination.

In this same way, Dylan, it’s my opinion that you got I.D.’d as a potential propaganda weapon to indoctrinate children to queerness, weirdness, gender-fluidity and hatred of the organic female essence. You’ve been used as a weapon against normalcy; contrived and promoted by the abnormal and family-phobic.

I’m sure when this started, it seemed like kismet, a fame-whore extravaganza for a failed Hollywood twink, Dylan. You were positioned by Tavistock-ish, Madison Avenue cretins, and the Albino Vanderbilt, Jr., wing of CIA as young, bright, happy, fun, innocent. Maybe you were.

Except now you’re pushing 30. The more that’s been seen of you, the less you are liked. You come off as rather stupid, you cry all the time, and you’re not at all fun (your persona increasingly feels performative, forced and desperate); a nearly 30 year old anorexic dude who’s pretending to be a tween girl just ain’t coming off so cute and harmless anymore, especially when there’s guys who’ve taken your grift and are using it to flaunt their below-average boners in women’s fitness clubs’ changing rooms and in front of young girls. Your Narrative masters have lost the plot, and you’ve lost your cultural caché with it.

Despite the too try-hard crusty nuggets at The View and other anti-life propaganda outfits, I suspect it’s devastatingly dawning on you that very few people care about Dylan Mulvaney now. That’s why you cry all the time; not because of your perceived “enemies,” Dylan, but instead the shallow unreliable diminishing support from your “allies”: All the media parasites who saw value in you during your short but still too-long trans tween girl heyday, but are ruefully realizing you’re an anchor (if not a millstone). So heavy that you can sink the #1 beer brand in America, and, hopefully, The View.

I’m sure there are some people who will decry my observations and opinions as “transphobia,” but I laugh at that shit. Do I seem “afraid” of you, Dylan (or Dylan’s even more despicable enablers?) Do I come off as “afraid” of men who claim to be women? I daresay what’s really going on here is a leftist ideology that lives in and constantly promotes perpetual fear as a societal control strategy. Don’t project your fear-based worldview on me: It’s the mind-killer, and it displays your own mental impairment, not mine.

“The mind killer.” Like being programmed to accept the inherent insanity that a woman can have a penis or an infant can have a sexual attraction or that masculinity is inherently toxic. All that, too, are forms of thought-annihilation, a brain-buster, a mind-killer. I don’t say a woman cannot have a penis because I’m afraid of dudes who claim it, I say it because it’s fucking stupid and deserves unrelenting mockery.

Anyway, like I was saying, there’s only one use for you left, Dylan, now that you’ve outlived your youthfulness and usefulness: Martyrdom. You’re worth more to “them” dead than alive now, and I’m sure you can see how that worked out for Elvis, Michael Jackson and Carrie Fisher (remember the Rat Kingdom’s $180 million life insurance policy, which would’ve almost fully paid for Rise of Skywalker if JarJar Abrams-McGrath only shot it once instead of three times), among many Many MANY others.

They might drive you to suicide, they may goad some other useful idiot into murdering you, they might kill you themselves for kicks and blame it on somebody else or chalk it up to self-deletion. But I predicted a couple years ago — just as you were starting to come to prominence but before you became a Madison Avenue darling-cum-poison pill — you’d be dead by suicide or “suicide” before you hit 30. You seem well on your way.

Consider yourself warned, by a non-ally who knows your propaganda narrative better than you do and doesn’t want to see it played out unto death. Drop the act, turn to Jesus, come live with us normal people. The abnormal have crammed you into a corner. They’re making you live like a boy in a bubble, and while these may be days of miracle and wonder, don’t cry Dylan. Don’t cry.

“Medicine is magical, magical is Art / Every generation sends a hero up the pop charts / Staccato signals of constant information / A loose affiliation of millionaires and billionaires…” — Paul Simon, “Boy in the Bubble”