"Why don't you run down to Alabama to be with Hunter Wallace!"
Be honest, gentlemen: how many of us have sobbed this through snot-caked tears to our own two-timing inamoratas?
I mean let's face it: Hunter Wallace is not just at the very top of the North American racialist-intellectual community, he's also The Candyman of Love. Say his name three times and poof! Your girlfriend's gone!
