Mark my words, a massive elite push to legitimize and maybe even codify polyamory is next on the agenda.

A day ago, a mainstream Hivemind megaphone had an article about some old skank who slept with a bunch of losers while her cucked beta husband — although bless him he managed to prevent this feminist crone from reproducing — meekly acquiesced to his wife’s spiritual eatpraycumguzzle journey. Oh, and the raging narcissist wrote a book about it all.

Get ready for “The Wild Oats Project.” And not just the book. Get ready for “The Wild Oats Project” phenomenon — the debates, the think pieces, the imitators and probably the movie. Get ready for orgasmic meditation and the Three Rules. Get ready for “My Clitoris Deals Solely in Truth” T-shirts.

The reader who forwarded the article noted, “Are you psychic? Right on queue the mainstream media shows up with a trial balloon for polyamory.”

Psychic? Only a little. Mostly, leftoids are just really easy to read.

Yep, open marriages full of wonder and free of hostility or jealousy will be the newest old frontier the replicant Leftoid Industries will attempt to normalize as authentically human. After that’s accomplished (bet on it), gay pederasty is next.

Legal and social sanction of polyamory is not the same as widespread embrace of the sex at dawn lifestyle. That hoped-for popular embrace of polyamory by the left-behinds of society may never come, if current arrangements are indicative of future compositions. FACT: Most open polyamorists are hideously ugly. Polyamory is not the free choice of physically and psychologically attractive people. FACT: The typical nasty three-way in a willingly conjoined open relationship is one leather-faced high T cougar whose labia could survive the chemical bath of deep sea volcanic vents, one wretched, low T omega male “primary” whose job it is to sniff the cuckcum in his wanton whore’s granny panties and masturbate, and one slightly higher T (or, more accurately, lower E) beta male who couldn’t afford an internet connection for better quality virtual vagina.

Ad revenue for major Hivemind media organs has been dropping like a stone. I guess they’ve decided to say “fuck it” to serious journalism and let loose with the technicolor ejaculate of their gnarled ids.