This article was originally published on my website in 2024 and updated in 2025 with new information. Some details may no longer be current.
I’ve been dragged, kicking and swearing, into the digital cesspool of Rob “Beef Supreme” Primerano, Niagara’s answer to a failed Mussolini cosplay. His latest online tantrums are a toxic soup of ancient slurs, violent threats, and paranoid gibberish so bad it could wallpaper a public bathroom. On paper, it’s libel. In reality, it’s Beef Supreme squealing into the void, flinging his tiny-brained rage at anyone unlucky enough to click “follow.” Technically, this is textbook libel and defamation, but I won’t be calling my lawyer. Robert “Beef Supreme” Primerano doesn’t get to me — because when a mosquito bites, you don’t sue it, you swat it.
Welcome to the swamp, friends — where gym rats punch each other into neo-Nazi brotherhood and this sad little fascist thinks he’s king.
Primerano is not new to me. He’s a janky-jawed, perpetually unemployed barnacle with a Wi-Fi connection, Niagara’s dollar-store Mussolini. For years, he’s waged a sloppy jihad against women, queer folks, unhoused people, and anyone whose very existence threatens his fragile incel equilibrium. He churns out hate like a broken soft-serve machine, and his followers — a gallery of damp sock puppets — lap it up like day-old gravy.
His origin story is as sad as it is predictable: bullied as a kid, socially isolated, a washout in school, floundering in life. Instead of empathy, he fermented into bitterness. Somewhere along the line, a brain injury scrambled what little circuitry he had left, producing pure hate. Now he squats at home, mainlining conspiracy theories and belching out Nazi propaganda between unemployment checks.
You’d almost feel sorry for him—almost—if he weren’t plugged into something bigger and uglier. Primerano is part of a Canadian extremist ecosystem that thrives on gyms, MMA, and fitness culture. These aren’t basement dwellers alone — they’re suburban Spartans in tracksuits, punching bags and each other while radicalizing gym rats under the guise of self-improvement.
In summer 2025, CBC reporters exposed Canada’s “active clubs”: decentralized neo-Nazi fight clubs where therapy-shy boys punch each other into brotherhood. Guess who starred in that greasy spider web? Beef Supreme himself, flexing his way into the fascist fitness industrial complex.
Primerano is the clown-faced mascot for a generation of gym-rat stormtroopers — Spartan cosplay wannabes who grunt through deadlifts while pretending to recite Mein Kampf, though let’s be honest, Robbie couldn’t read German if it hit him in the face and probably wouldn’t survive the English translation either. Imagine Fight Club crashing headlong into Duck Dynasty on a meth-fueled bender, with swastikas slapped on every heavy bag like bad tattoos that scream, “I peaked in high school.” It’s absurd, grotesque, and terrifyingly Canadian all at once.
Local police admit he’s “known to them.” Neighbours whisper about violent outbursts, confrontations, and even children being targeted. And yet, there he remains — farting out hate on Twitter/X, a platform run like a casino with no pit boss. His venom thrives there, while his real-world extremism festers in basements, gyms, and public parks across Ontario.
Rob Primerano is a clown, a parasite, a low-rent fascist meatball. But in the grander picture, he’s a node in a growing network of violent far-right fanatics. Alone, he’s pathetic. Together, they’re a movement — and that should keep you up at night.
I quit Twitter nearly a year ago and strongly suggest you do the same. Don’t feed this ghoul. Don’t wrestle with him in his pigpen of digital filth. Instead, do the work that matters:
- Watch for extremist organizing in gyms and parks.
- Demand accountability from police and city hall.
- Support community groups resisting hate.
Because if Beef Supreme is the future of the Canadian far right, then the future is a greasy, hateful farce — and we’d better start laughing and fighting back before it sucker-punches us in the dark.
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