Top MAGA influencer's unbelievable true identity revealed
Top MAGA influencer revealed to be AI — created by a guy in India who made a mint off lonely men online
A comely MAGA influencer who racked up millions of fans on Instagram who posted patriotic content and often posed in a bikini while ice fishing, drinking Coors Light, and shooting guns has been unmasked — as an Indian man who put himself through med school on the proceeds.
“Sam,” a 22-year-old orthopedic surgeon in training, told WIRED that he got the idea to sell AI-generated images of a young woman in a bikini while scrounging for money in school — and trying to save up enough to emigrate to the US after graduation.
He turned to Google’s Gemini AI for advice and decided to create a “hot girl” crafted specifically for the “MAGA/conservative niche,” after the software told him that “the conservative audience (especially older men in the US) often has higher disposable income and is more loyal,” according to WIRED.
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Sam created the persona using Google’s Gemini AI. Facebook/Emily Hart
And that’s how Emily Hart was born.
According to her profile, she was a registered nurse with Jennifer Lawrence looks who offered red meat posts to lonely conservative men online.
One post showed her firing a rifle with the caption: “If you want a reason to unfollow: Christ is king, abortion is murder, and all illegals must be deported,” and “POV: You were assigned intelligent at birth, but you identify as liberal.”
Sam told the magazine, “Every day I’d write something pro-Christian, pro-Second Amendment, pro-life, anti-abortion, anti-woke, and anti-immigration.”
The account “blew up,” and Emily Hart had 10,000 followers within a month.
Every reel he posted garnered millions of views and earned him more followers.
The account “blew up,” and Emily Hart had 10,000 followers within a month. Facebook/Emily Hart
He then cashed in on the AI model’s appeal — selling MAGA-themed T-shirts and creating an account on the OnlyFans competitor Fanvue, where paid subscribers could access lewd AI-generated content.
Fanvue has differentiated itself from OnlyFans by allowing AI-generated content on its platform, the outlet said.
The move made him a mint — and Sam was soon raking in thousands of dollars a month.
“I was spending maybe 30 to 50 minutes of my day, and I was making good money for a medical student,” he recalled.
“In India, even in professional jobs, you can’t make this amount of money. I haven’t seen any easier way to make money online.”
Valerie Wirtschafter, a fellow at the Brookings Institution studying emerging tech and democracy, told the outlet that “AI has made them [fake profiles] more believable, and there has perhaps been an amplification of it.”
Every reel he posted garnered millions of views and earned him more followers. Facebook/Emily Hart
The tech expert added that young MAGA women are “more attention-grabbing” since most women ages 18 to 29 skew liberal.
Despite MAGA fans making him rich, he still looks down on them, calling them “super dumb.”
He said he also attempted to make a liberal counterpart for Hart on Instagram, but “Democrats know that it’s AI slop, so they don’t engage as much,” he said.
“The MAGA crowd is made up of dumb people—like, super dumb people. And they fall for it,” Sam said.
Sam used Grok AI to generate nude photos of Hart and uploaded them to Fanvue, where fans sent him money for exclusive content and messages.
Despite MAGA fans making him rich, he still looks down on them, calling them “super dumb.” Facebook/Emily Hart
“I was basically doing nothing,“ he said. “And it was just flooded with money.”
Hart’s profile on Instagram — which requires creators to disclose whether their content is AI-generated —was taken down by the platform in February for “fraudulent” activity, the outlet said.
A Facebook account that WIRED said remained online has been taken down since the article was published about Sam’s scheme.
The medical student added that he would have stopped posting content of Hart anyway.
“I don’t feel like I was scamming people,” Sam said.
Instead, he’s hoping to focus on his studies in medical school.
“I Thought You Had No One,” My Husband Mocked After Slapping Me. Then The Ballroom Doors Opened And My Father Walked In.
Chapter 1: The Toast That Drew Blood
"Look at you," Salem whispered, leaning down to press a fake, dry kiss against my temple. His hand on my lower back felt less like an embrace and more like a leash. "My mother actually smiled at you, Ava. Do you know how hard that is to achieve?"
"I smiled back, Salem. That’s how manners work," I replied, keeping my eyes fixed on the six hundred guests swirling around the gold-lit ballroom.
"Don't get snarky tonight," he warned, his voice dropping into that quiet, sharp edge he’d developed over the last year. "This party is a huge deal for my father's firm. Just... play the part of the grateful wife."
"The grateful wife," I repeated under my breath, feeling the weight of the massive diamond ring on my finger.
Before I could say another word, the sharp clinking of a silver spoon against a crystal glass rang out. My father-in-law, Arthur, stood at the microphone on the stage. The string quartet died down, and six hundred rich, judgmental faces turned toward him.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Arthur’s voice boomed, smooth as expensive bourbon. "Two years ago, my son Salem married a woman with... no background. No family. No name."
A soft, elegant ripple of laughter moved through the crowd.
My blood ran cold. I grabbed Salem’s sleeve. "Salem, tell him to stop. Right now."
Salem didn't look at me. He just adjusted his tuxedo cuffs, a tight, nervous smile plastered on his face for the cameras. "He’s just joking, Ava. Relax."
"She brought absolutely nothing into our estate," Arthur continued, staring directly at me from the stage, his eyes cruel and amused. "No value, no connections, no worth. But we took her in anyway. Because the Arthur family believes in charity."
The laughter in the room grew louder. It was a controlled, expensive kind of mocking, and every eye in the room was burning into me.
"Salem," I whispered, my voice trembling with a mix of fury and disbelief. "Stand up for me. Say something."
"Shut up, Ava," Salem hissed through his teeth, his smile never fading. "You're making a scene. Just laugh along."
"No." I stepped back, tearing my arm away from his grip. I looked him dead in the eye. "Stop it, Salem. This is disgusting."
The ballroom suddenly seemed to inhale. The whispers cut off entirely. Six hundred pairs of eyes locked onto us.
Salem’s fake smile completely vanished. His face flushed a dark, angry purple. He crossed the small distance between us in one terrifying stride.
"I told you," Salem growled, "to shut your mouth."
CRACK.
The slap echoed off the marble walls. The force of it threw my head back, the metallic taste of blood immediately hitting my tongue. My cheek burned like fire.
The silence that followed was suffocating. On stage, Arthur simply adjusted his cufflinks, nodding in approval.
I didn't cry. Something inside me just went entirely, beautifully cold. I reached into my diamond clutch, pulled out my phone, and dialed a number I hadn't touched in months.
It picked up on the first ring.
"Dad," I said softly into the receiver, my voice dead calm. "Please come get me. Ravenshore Estate."
"Who are you calling, you pathetic loser?" Salem mocked loudly, stepping closer, emboldened by the crowd's silence. "I thought you had no one."
I wiped the blood from my lip, looking him dead in the eye. "I don't have anyone here. But he'll be here in five minutes."
