400k Views on this, a shitpost I made while grilling steaks. A new record for my coon vids but there's still one car one with more views.

The first thing that one notices about the radcent is that he has a prodigious, monstrous peepee. It vibrates at a low frequency, about 20 Hz, like the faraway thrum of an HVAC system in an empty office building. You see the radcent's piercing eyes as he calmly scans the situation, analyzing the presence of wingcucks and determining the best way to neutralize them with subtle judo. He laughs a hearty laugh as he sees the wingcucks blame their sexual failures on the patriarchy, or on the woke march through the institutions. He has no such problems, because women flock to the radcent's calm moderation combined with his exciting drive to demolish the entire structure of wingcuckery. "Oh Mr. Radcent", they scream, as he delights them slowly yet firmly with intellectually sound yet adventurous analyses of the modern power structure. But he cannot spend all of his time on women. He has a country to save from the wingcuck menace. He gets up from the bed, gently wrapping the blanket around her as she looks at him with eyes full of passion. He walks outside. A soft desert wind is stirring, moving down from the far-off mountains that lay resplendent under the direct sun of mid-day. He is ready.