A. Wyatt Mann

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“Whoever wrote the rest of this...I fart in your general direction. A. Wyatt Mann is the apotheosis of Western Civilization's wit and artistic talent. You are not fit to pop one of his zits, if he has any. Which I surely hope he does, so that you may be deemed unfit to pop them. So there. In conclusion, I am butt-ravaged beyond all repair.”

~ Anonymous white Nationalist
Nick Bougas, a white man who may or may not be A. Wyatt Mann.

A. Wyatt Mann (born April 20, 1955) is the pen-name of a cartoonist and poet who, due to Jew oppression, is forced, like so many of his politically oppressed brothers before him, to toil in anonymity. His work appears on websites devoted to the ethical and moral foundation of the noble quest to slander Blacks, Jews, Mexicans, Japanese, and everyone else except the members of the preciously small Christian White Race.

Early life[edit | edit source]

One of A. Wyatt Mann's early drawings, a mothers-day card. He later used the same drawing as a racist attack on Mexicans.

A. Wyatt Mann was born in 1955; his mother was an unemployed pickle-skinner and his father was a turkey baster. You see, Wyatt's mother had the complexion of a spoiled pepperoni pizza and weighed about as much as a D8 caterpiller tractor, and due to these handicaps—also, of course, due to her mental retardation—she was unable to attract a mate from any of the major primate species. The turkey baster with which she consummated her first and only love affair contained the sperm of a Black Ethiopian Jew named Dagulah Finklestein. This she had obtained by holding up a sperm bank using her halitosis as an offensive weapon. (Boy oh boy was it offensive!)

However, until he was 17 the boy believed that the turkey baster was really his daddy. Little Wyatt would carry it around with him, talk to it, give it hugs, and pick up cigar butts out of the gutter in the belief that his "father" liked to smoke cigars. His mother, exasperated by Wyatt constantly begging the turkey baster to take him to the movies or to go fishing, finally revealed that the turkey baster was not a daddy. She told Wyatt that he was half Negro, half Jew, and—because of the nationality of the turkey baster—was a citizen of both the US and of Piggly-Wiggly Supermarkets.

Career[edit | edit source]

This, for Mann, was a turning point. Devastated by the revelation of his ancestry, he quit going to school and became the first 17-year-old third-grade dropout in the history of the school district. He started hanging out with some older men—a woman-hating pervert called Little Davey Duke, a mentally unstable lumphead named Tommy Metzger, and a delusional ignoramus named Willie Luther Pierce. Along with a few like-minded misfits these fellows formed a gang which they called "The Gang" and began to create a sort of tinkertoy social philosophy, a delusional system of thought based on self-hatred transliterated into hatred of everyone else.

That's pretty much the story of his buddies, too. Tom Metzger became the fat, toad-like leader of a pathetic band of backwoods loonies hiding in northern Idaho. William Luthier Pierce founded a "religion" which never amounted to anything more than snake-oil and wrote a "novel" which sold fewer copies than Clifford the Big Red Dog. David Duke ran for the Louisiana House, Louisiana Senate, U.S. Senate, U.S. House, governor of Louisiana, and twice for president of the United States...and lost. He is an ex-KKK Grand Beaglemeister, an ex-Republican, an ex-Democrat, and an ex-public figure. He once published a book of vaginal exercises and tips on analingus for women (a notable flop indeed, as the nasty thing sold only 3 copies before going out of print),

Personal life[edit | edit source]

Artist's impression of A. Wyatt Mann. He looks older than his years, and the drool at the corner of his mouth has become a permanent feature.

Mann is married to former Miss Porkbelly and potato-eating champion (heavyweight division) Josie Goldstein. His only daughter, a staunch feminist, has a gotten a restraining order prohibiting him from contacting her in any way. He works part-time as a phlegm-packer, lives alone in a 1970s-vintage singlewide trailer, and drinks heavily although the alcohol is slowly killing him.

Having no life worthy of the name, A. Wyatt Mann has instead created a life called Hate and embraced it with all the alcoholic enthusiasm he can muster. UPDATE- It was reported from reputable sources that Mann had married an Algerian white supremacist with the initials of A. Saidi, who later dumped him due to his trashy lifestyle.

Jokes[edit | edit source]

Okay! Get ready for the jokes!

  • What do you call an IDF "trooper" with busted legs?
  • A crippled asshole!
  • What do you call a retired IDF soldier with no teeth?
  • A gummy-asshole!
  • What do you call a Zionist who never learned to wipe?
  • A shitty asshole!
  • What do you call a Jewish Defense League member?
  • Asshole!
  • What do you --

All right, all right, stop that. You know you can't say "a**hole" on the Internets unless you use the a**terisks. Again, we must apologize to our readers. We know that Uncyclopedians are of the most refined sensibilities and detest crude language. If the authors would be so kind, we will now explore the works of A. Wyatt Mann in a reasonably satirical and possibly even funny way.

The Works of A. Wyatt Mann[edit | edit source]

A detail from one of A. Wyatt Mann's drawings for the holocaust-denial series "Tales of the Holohoax".

Mann learned to draw by copying the artwork in Mad Magazine. He has never achieved anything like a distinctive style of his own, and Mann's drawings are artistically clumsy and poorly composed... But then again, you can't draw Jews or blacks and make them look good anyway. In fact, A. W. Mann's rendering of Jews and blacks in his drawings make them look far more attractive than they really are.

Wyatt is also a poet. In the selection below is one of his witty poems, meant for both adults and children.

KIKE, KIKE, Weasel-like,
scheming since a hook-nosed tyke...
Counts his pennies day and night,
squeals if one rolls out of sight.
Promotes a thousand social ills,
for which you'll have to foot the bills.
...Eventually in love he falls,
and weds a shrew who swipes his balls...
Soon this pair of whining scum,
will beat their breasts just like a drum...
And lie about the loved ones lost,
in a myth they call "the holocaust".
Coarse and pushy...
greedy and trite...
beware the JEWISH PARASITE!


He also wrote the epic poem Black Baboon. It goes like this:

Coon, coon, black baboon
Brutal, worthless, thieving goon
Often high, thrives in jail
His welfare check is in the mail
Some 40 offspring have been had
But none will ever call him dad
And yet he hollars, day and night:
"I blame the white man for my plight.
He spreads his trash around my shack,
It's him who makes me smoke this crack
He pushed my kind to burn and loot
And sends the po-lice that we shoot
But inch by inch we're taking hold,
Like when the white bread starts to mold
We'll overrun your homes and soon
They'll only be fit for the black baboon.

In Closing[edit | edit source]

But do we really gain anything by dwelling on the life and works of A. Wyatt Mann? He is a figure easily satirized, easily mocked, but...in the end his reality is probably uglier than any work of fiction. Ultimately, this article must end as a failure. There's really nothing more to write.