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Roy Moore Did Nothing Wrong

The relevancy of this post will probably be moot by the time it’s published, but I’ve made some points about our current climate of anti-sex prudishness that deserve consideration, so here ya go.

I’m glad Trump came out in support of Roy Moore. The man’s travails — stoked to an incomprehensibly vitriolic froth by Nasty Womanhood, Inc and the Jewish Interest Media — are emblematic of the man-hating culture that suffuses us. Do I think it’s a leetle weird for a 30 year old man to actively seek to date late teenage girls? Sure, but it’s not criminal (not as long as AOC varies state-to-state from age 14 to 17….I can’t take a statutory crime seriously if all it requires is a hop across the state border to decriminalize the charge), and certainly not worthy of national coverage knowing that it would hardly have made the local news in the 1970s (which really could have been a millennia ago given how much American culture has changed since then).

30-year-old Roy Moore’s preference for teenage love isn’t a radical aberration or departure from the spectrum of normal male sexuality. It’s out on the tails of normal male sexuality, but not off the curve into abnormality where actual paraphilias (e.g., pedophilia, necrophilia, bestiality) exist. NEWSFLASH: Men prefer young women, at minimum younger women than themselves, and men with power and social status that are naturally attractive to women will be better able and willing to fulfill their desire. At the margins, this means there will be HSMV older men who will date 17 year old Southern Roses, and some of those men will be actively pursuing a marriageable young woman with plenty of residual reproductive value to provide him with the large family he wants.

Roy Moore has four children with his wife of forty years. As far as we know, he has been faithful to her the whole time, and she adores him. His wife is fourteen years younger than him. This indicates that his youthful exuberance pursuing teen girls was part of a conscious desire he had at the time to find his One True Girl and marry her.

As long as there are teenage women with shapely figures telegraphing the opening of their prime fertility windows….

Kim Kardashian at 14 years old

…there will be men of all ages ogling them. Some of those men will have the mate value and the immunity to social expectation to win one over as his own. Roy Moore’s preferences were within the sphere of normal, naturally evolved male sexuality. To dumbly conflate his dating history with that of pedophiles and pervert potted plant masturbators cajoling actress whores with a bit of the ol’ quim pro quo, is a slanderous joke and reveals a deep-seated discomfort with and spite toward the Darwinian contours of male sexuality and male romantic longing.

FYI it’s not all that unusual or uncommon for an adult man to get tripped up by the apparent age of an especially voluptuous teen woman. Unless a man is in the habit of asking all 0.7 waist-hip ratio women for their IDs, there’s a chance one of them might conceal being a barely legal vixen.

Related, some men (maybe Moore) either physically age more slowly or retain a light-heartedness of spirit that belies their age, which both makes them more attractive to and more attracted to younger women. It’s not the rule, but it’s a fairly notable exception.

Say what you will about Roy Moore, at least his girls agreed to date him (even if they retconned a discomfort 40 years later). The Synagogue of Seediness doesn’t bother with the formality of mutual agreement, they just passive-aggressively jam tongues down throats “to rehearse our lines”.

In sum, if you believe every recollected detail of the ancient allegations, only one woman at the time was underage (barely) when Moore asked her out on a date, shared consensual 2nd base foreplay with her, and drove her home when she wanted to leave. The rest of his “accusers” — aka bitter aged cows who regret not being the woman Moore married, all of whom with shitty personal relationship histories and connections to thecunt’s #SheMenstruated cat lady symposium, retconning their bloom of youth trysts with Moore into criminal acts — were legal age at the time of the alleged May-December violation of the feminist code of acceptable intersexual conduct.

You may think it’s icky for a grown man to consensually date barely legal teen girls, but that doesn’t make it criminal. There was a time when, while not quite the social norm, such couples weren’t all that unusual and nobody much blinked an eye when they encountered one. We all know of our own or someone else’s great-grandparents with big age gaps who started popping out kids when great-grandmama was seventeen.

I doubt Moore’s janey-come-lately accusers really were all that scandalized by his come-ons in 1977. Here’s a rule of thumb I use to determine the validity of a woman’s sexual misconduct accusation: If she waits more than ten years to tell anyone about it, she wasn’t all that bothered by the infraction when it occurred. If she waits forty years, it’s a political hit job exploiting a radically changed anti-sex feminist cunt climate.

But it is fair to ask why Moore would, if reports based on memories of contemporaries from forty years ago are accurate to the tiniest detail (they’re not), pursue questionable if mutually consensual age-disparate relationships with teenagers to the exclusion of older women, and risk the specter of social ostracism. Some say it’s because Moore was emotionally stunted and socially awkward —  a 1970s proto-sperg — who wanted a deferential and awestruck teenage woman for company unlikely to challenge his self-conception or strain his capacity for mature adult banter.

Maybe, but probably not. I think he just liked ’em ripely hot, and didn’t much care about “relationship complementarity” as de-sexed ür-bugman Will Wilkinson might put it. This notion, held dear by both white knights and feminists, that men who date younger women are secretly intimidated by strong, independent, empowered older women is why I say betacels and bitterbitches have a lot more in common than they’d willingly admit.

Psychologically emasculated white knights who gripe about “power imbalances” in the workplace between male bosses and female subordinates, or in society between older high status men and younger inexperienced women, can’t seem to fathom or accept the reality that female sexual desire is different than male sexual desire, and women are typically attracted to powerful men. Two to tango, chumps. Men are aroused to provide for and protect vulnerable, deferential women, and women are aroused by strong men to whom they can safely and happily defer. Even to whom they can submit. Perfectly equal relationships are also perfectly passionless relationships. Sexual polarity is the lube of love. Male power and female admiration provide the sexual frisson that magnifies feelings of love and creates a solid foundation up;on which to build up a lifelong commitment.

Other theories for Moore’s focus on finding a teen fiancee that I’ve read hold more weight for me.

From RedPillofHergest,

Old Judge Roy Moore had an eye for beauty. Unlike the Epstein Weiner Weinstein pedo cabal, I think Roy’s forays with teens were an attempt to secure prime nubile fertility while it was still pure. He was wife shopping. It is as though he could see that the slide the country had taken would lead to Tindersloots, and he needed to get to a girl before Regressive Ideology did. A legacy American boy raised in the proud South in the 50’s, he’d served his country, got his degree, established himself in his career and when he was ready to settle down, young adult women– especially those who had gone to college– had been marinating in the vitriol and effluvium of feminism, race equalism, free love, and miscegeny. Roy chose girls at their peak beauty, less educated than he, who swooned at his status. He didn’t get all rapey. It appears he was wife shopping. Of the allegations, only 1 girl said he did more than kiss her, and that one claimed only what may be described as light petting. When she wanted to stop and go home, Roy stopped and took her home. Most of the women said he read them poetry and played guitar. He was courting these women. When he found the right one, she was 14 years younger and has stayed with him for over 35 years.

Moore’s treatment is a case study in how post-America is hell-bent on pathologizing male sexuality (while simultaneously infantilizing female sexuality).

Character matters, and it looks to me that Moore’s accusers have the lowest of character, which rightly calls into question their veracity. Their low character doesn’t disprove their allegations, but it certainly is a leading indicator that they’re telling lies, or at best telling politically embroidered quasi-truths.

The best evidence we have that Moore’s accusers are at least partially lying to relive their golden youth and stick it to the Patriarchal White Man is that Moore has no history of chasing barely legal skirt in the years since SouthernRosegate. True pervs don’t instantly drop their habits like that.

Jerry Seinfeld openly dating a 17 year old when he was 39. Don’t you remember the condemnations from the Left? Neither do I. He was 7 years older than Moore who is being called a “predator” for the same thing.

-Bill Mitchell‏

Well, you know, (((comedians))) get a special dispensation. (For the record, I have no problem with Jerry Seinfeld dating a legal 17 year old hottie. Men work hard to acquire status, fame and power FOR JUST THIS SORT OF OPPORTUNITY.)

An insightful theory for Moore’s peculiar premarital tastes come from therebbeblog, who comments,

The Truth About Roy Moore

When I saw his bio this jumped out at me. He went to West Point. If you know West Point men, they are often the most frustrated SOB’s on Earth. They sometimes head down to NYC to meet women, but the school is physically isolated. They have no sex life. Moore went from there to ‘Nam (again, no sex life), then Law School (no women there in the 70s). Essentially, he was isolated from women for his entire adulthood. Clearly he spent years dreaming of nubile women and flew off the handle like someone just released from prison. Not discussed often, but veterans often get sexually dysfunctional like that.

Clearly this was just a phase caused by extenuating circumstances. He’s passed it. Are we going to punish military men who get pervy when out of service? Think sailors on leave. Ask them about Bankok. This is unserious.

He clearly turned his life around. There is one instance of him pinching a girl in the butt after marriage? But he seems to have gotten married and cleaned up his act. Christians in Alabama understand this. Character turnarounds like this are the basis of redemption in their faith. Hope he wins.

That’s one of the better analyses of Moore I’ve read. He had an epic case of blue balls, and he wanted that feeling of young love that was denied him for so long. Are we going to lynch the man for that? If so, then you may as well criminalize men and castrate us all, because our dicks and our hearts aren’t going to cooperate with the anhedonic low T androgynarchic shrewtopia the hag collective wants to impose on society.

The next #resistance narrative is taking shape. Already I have shitlib acquaintances telling me, “How is it Ok that Trump can get away with groping women but no one else can?” You knew this was coming. Frankenwinestein was the sacrificial lamb to the gods of NeverTrump.

I’m near certain that Dem leaders and Cuckryans sat down with Frankenstien and said “Look Al, the photo is bad, you’re gonna have to resign, but look at it this way, you’ll go down a martyr, we’ll use your sacrifice to take down Moore and Trump. This is how you can do the most good.”

It’s pretty clear to me that the leftoid fuggernaut, caught off-guard by Pedowood, scrambled to segue from Chosen perversion to smearing the good names of Gentile anti-establishmentarians. Jizz up the waters enough and people forget who the worst perps are.

That’s why I have been consistent in my assessment of these decades-old sexual harassment allegations: mostly a bunch of Regret Fling griping from post-Wall women with a few genuine victims sprinkled in to give the moral panic a veneer of legitimacy. NeverForget that the overwhelming majority of these sex abuse accusations have been leveled against male feminist shitlibs, so what we are seeing is a moral panic started by shitlibs and feminists that they are DESPERATE to enlarge beyond the scope of the ghetto of male shitlib perverts.

Libs trying to tie Trump to #MeToo should be made aware of their telling silence and support when Hillary was running smear campaigns against Bill Clinton’s accusers. And in Bill’s case, one of the women, Juanita Broadderick, has been saying since day one he raped her.

It would be funny if, after every GOP establishment eel turned on Moore and the combined force of the jewish interest media lobbed their artillery at him, he still won. Biggest middle finger to the Globohomo Uniparty and to Schoolmarm Feminism this side of Trump’s election.

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The most revealing quote from the Bezos Post exposé on Moore was this,

…episodes [the women] say they found flattering at the time, but troubling as they got older…

Sez it all. WE’RE AT RETCON FIVE.

When you accept that the GOPe cuck elite really truly hate the heartland Americans they pretend to represent, you’ll understand their behavior and be able to predict their future actions. The Uniparty is real, and they are feeling the heat. Moore, please.

Freelance Comment of the Week winner is Gabber @antidem,

When I was a kid, we worried that we’d destroy our civilization in nuclear fire. Instead, we destroyed it by trying to play Captain Save-a-hoe to the whole world’s supply of drunks, sluts, layabouts, petty criminals, and low-IQ Third World proles. I’m not convinced this is really better.

Death by nuclear fire at least leaves the soul intact.

Twatter link. JClod throws around a lot of pedophile insults. Skypological projection? (yes)

More predictable lack of self-awareness from our chosen caricature:

Do bottleneck tribalists have no mirrors in their homes?

Save these confessionals of distilled anti-White Christian hate from the likes of JClod, because when #110 arrives no one will be able to feign ignorance about why it happened.

Fake News

A couple of Fake News updates for you today, (because somebody has to record this perfidy for the benefit of future historians digging through the tomes of Western Civ for the source of its ruination).

First, the primary Roy Moore accuser has confessed she forged his writing on her high school yearbook. You’d think that would be enough to blow her credibility out of the water, but no, ABC News jumped in to provide cover for her.

In a shameful and coached interview with ABC News reporter Tom Llamas, Ms. Nelson was allowed to explain away the forgery as “notes” added by her to a legitimate signature.

As People’s Pundit Daily (PPD) reported, the inscription was clearly written in two different inks and appeared to be two different sets of handwriting. However, no expert would go on the record without physically analyzing the yearbook, which the Moore campaign called on Allred to agree to do.

She repeatedly refused. And now we know why.

“Nelson admits she did make notes to the inscription,” ABC News’ Llamas says in his narration. “But the message was all Roy Moore.”

“Beverly, he signed your yearbook,” he asked Nelson.

“He did sign it,” she responds.

“And you made some notes underneath,” he coaches in a follow-up.

“Yes,” Nelson replies.

The inscription in the yearbook reads “Roy Moore D.A,” which was purported to stand for “District Attorney.” Aside from the fact that Judge Moore was a D.D.A., not a DA, the “D.A.” matches initials on court records for “Delbra Adams,” who was Judge Moore’s assistant at the time.

In 1999, Ms. Nelson filed for a divorce against her husband and, as it turns out, the case ended up in Judge Moore’s court. That’s another detail that stood in contrast to her story, which claimed she did not have any contact with Judge Moore after the alleged assault attempt. The ruling made by Judge Moore against Nelson is motive, one that Big Media either failed to uncover or omitted.

The media lie by omission more than they lie by commission, which affords them plausible deniability if their truth-tampering is exposed. But omission lies are in critical ways worse than commission lies, because a BIG FAT LYING NARRATIVE can be sustained much longer with the former.

This old bitter crank Beverly Nelson is clearly making shit up to deep six Moore’s election chances. Forging his name (badly) and liner notes reveals a person of bad character. She’s mad af still to this day that Moore didn’t marry her, and now she’s gonna play a game of “gotcha!” by conspiring with a willing accomplice — the Jewish Interest Media — to take him down.

It’s more important than before that Roy Moore win his election, because it would be a killer rebuke to the Globohomo Uniparty.

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Item #2: CNN misreported (i.e., lied about) a news story concerning Don Trump Jr receiving an email with Wikileaks information. They framed the story as if DTJ got advance knowledge of a Wikileaks dump of Clinton emails when in fact they botched the date and DTJ actually received the email the day after the Wiki dump was made public, turning CNN’s BREAKING NEWS into a broken work of shitlib fanfiction.

Like I’ve been saying, the only solution to Fake News is a mass culling of shitlib emotional and mental runts from their position of predominance in big media. Oh, and Trump has the green light to fire Mueller now, and end the witch hunt against him by Mueller’s squadron of hillary lackeys. Or are the MAGAmen just gonna sit idly by as thecunt and her surrogates methodically execute a coup against a fairly elected President and the American citizens who support him?

Ethnic Foodism

Hey, here’s a great idea! Let’s destroy the cultural continuity, interpersonal trust level, institutional competence and transparency, and social fabric of our nation for a taquito food truck! Recipe? What’s that?

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I can’t think of a stupider or more banally treasonous political philosophy than Ethnic Foodism. Our enemies are ridiculous. Only the media sustains this clown world, and their hold over the gooniversalism narrative is rapidly loosening.

Trump’s Press Secretary Sarah Sanders triggered a roomful of leftoid media runts when she asked them to name something for which they were thankful. The narcissistic leftoids were caught off-guard, perplexed by this question that targeted their soft underbellies, and immediately took to Twatter to wail about fascistic calls for gratitude. The leftoids wow just wowed that a press secretary would have the gall to imply they owed some measure of gratitude to someone or something at some point in their miserable lives.

We’ve become the United States of Ingrates. Illegal aliens storm our land and demand our treasure and deference, sanctimonious virtue arbiters of the priestly class rob us blind and destroy our social fabric and then demand we abide their predations, crazy old cat ladies and fish-mouthed sluts for whom post-patriarchy life has been a soft pillowcase of negative struggle demand more government largesse and cultural favoritism while libeling the very men who provide them their comforts, nonWhites suck us dry and visit immense aesthetic and criminal violence on our communities and demand our apologies and our blame for it, foreign economic mercenaries arrive at the behest of wage-gutting globocorps and promptly lecture the native stock on their racism and lack of commitment to importing more foreign scabs, members of the most privileged minority race in America sit atop the heights of achievement wealth and influence in astronomically and suspiciously disproportionate number and use their power to undermine those beneath them while demanding encomiums to their victimhood…..

What a loathsome lot has settled on this land like a locust plague. If there’s one sign of hope, it’s this: ingratitude is the howl of hubris, and hubris comes before the fall.

May-December Game

For May-December alpha cads, the best gambit to pick up much younger women is this disqualification line: when she starts to think you may be flirting with her, gently chide, “Don’t get the wrong idea, you’re too young for me.”

9 out of 10 naifs will react by proving they’re not too young for you.

Alpha Or Beta?

This one’s a close call. In a poorly written “news” story, Jennifer quit her day job to breastfeed her boyfriend Brad.

However, they have a very unique bond that has caused Jennifer to quit her job. The former bartender is now planning to stay at home and begin what is known as an adult breastfeeding relationship. […]

Jennifer has taken a leave of absence from work in order to further the relationship. She consumes herbal drinks and pills that are designed to stimulate milk flow. Brad is also excited about the health benefits that her milk has to offer. He is a workout buff who prides himself on working hard to look good for the woman he cares about most.

They plan to become married one day. For now, they are in no rush at all. Jennifer and Brad have yet to tell the whole world about their relationship, but they have shared the news with a few close friends.

Woops, whole world notified!

The Breastfeeders:

Literally breastfeeding as an adult is beta, but persuading your girl to turn her life upside so you can latch onto her tits all day long and suckle at her life force is alpha.

When my ability to judge a situation like this one is so badly clouded by contradictory inputs, I revert to the old stand-by criterion: How hot is the dude’s girlfriend? She’s a 3 or, generously, a 4, so my verdict is that breastfeederboy is beta.

PS The most important factoid from the story:

She has never fed a baby of her own.

That’ll be all, clickbait internet. That’ll be all.

A hilarious field report from Ironsides, about his dad meeting his mom,

According to my mother, my dad’s entire conversation during most of their first date consisted of one word: “Hello.”

They did go out to eat, while she chattered away and he remained absolutely silent, after which he drove her back to her parents’ house. He didn’t open the car door for her.

This apparently intrigued her enough so that she thought ‘I’m not getting out of this car until he asks me out again.’ They sat there silently for several minutes until my dad said, “Let’s go out next week.” That completed his entire verbal effort for the evening.

Considering that they’re still married a number of decades later, the strong, silent approach apparently worked.

Postscript: they actually DIDN’T go out the next week. My dad’s uncle, who he hadn’t seen since before he joined the Army, came to the state and stayed for two weeks. Since he was about the only close-ish relative my dad liked, they spent the time chewing the fat, going out shooting, etc., and my dad didn’t call my mother back at all until his uncle left. She says by the time he did call up, she was in an absolute frenzy to hear from him.

I don’t even think this was particularly deliberate on his part, just the way his personality was at that point; I’ll have to ask him.

One part dread, one part jerkboy, one part challenge, one part scarcity (aka abundance mentality). And all of it subcommunicated with an economy of words. Ironsides’ dad followed the CH Poon Commandments before they were written down for the masses.

One thing you’ll notice if you date a lot of women is that while women are chattier than men on average, some women are chattier than other women. For the loquacious ladies, letting them blab while you laconically punctuate their verbosity with occasional pithy insights or sexy innuendo is just the balance that those women need. (Don’t try to out-gab a gabby woman, because she’ll never let you and she’ll get annoyed, draining the sexual tension from the date.) For less garrulous gals, you’ll want to speak more, to rev up the conversation before it stales out.

It’s a good skill to know ASAP during a date if a girl’s interest in you is flagging, so that you can turn it around before her vaj has completely folded in on itself and disappeared into a Labiarity. The interim between inquisitive petaling vaj and inimical imploding vaj is shorter than inexperienced men realize. If you sense a perturbance in the whores, you have to move fast before their thermal intrusion ports seal up.

Most men (by definition betas) don’t lose the girl at the first meet. The stone cold approach rejection is more exception than rule in the annals of unclosed deals. Given that men don’t approach nearly as many women as they are capable of approaching, it falls on the first or second date with the few women he does manage to sufficiently pique to really test a man’s seductive prowess and ability to identify when a girl is fawning or fading.

The fact is that most men lose the woman sometime between getting her number and the second date, before sex has bound her fate to his and colored her judgment in his favor. The majority of scuttled attempts at sex occur when the man loses his veiny hold on a woman’s imagination while on a date, when he has to be on top of his game for a few hours. Many such cases! He’s flying high after swapping grimy late night texts for a meet up, goes on the date two days later, starts to get nervous as the hour wears on and the convo stalls and she still hasn’t signaled him to kiss her, and then the whole enterprise unceremoniously ends with a platonic “I should get going” and he’s alone at home wondering how and when he blew it.

The first step to solving this problem is knowing when you’re losing the girl. That furrow won’t stay unfurled for long. Once you can tell when a girl has JUST started emotionally sheathing, you can make powerful adjustments on the fly and prevent the dreaded Desiccating Date. It’s the Game equivalent of inserting a screw jack in her limbic node and keeping her dendrites moistly parted.

So here is my shiniest slickest pellet of wisdom. The first sign that your date is drifting into anhedonia is when she’s looking sideways. If her head has swiveled and her dead gaze has alighted on the surroundings (or worse, on another man), your star is falling fast. If she’s propped her chin in her hand while looking sideways and is heavily sighing, cut your losses, there’s nothing left you can do for the nookie.

You can see this phenomenon play out with other couples, if you happen to be in the vicinity as an impartial observer of Human Cringe. (I can identify first dates with a 99% accuracy rate.) The girl will be looking sideways while the beta will be straining hard, in body and verbosity, to recapture her devoted attention. Usually this means he’s leaning out way over the table they share and jabbering painfully desperate chit chat about nothing interesting, sensing in his bones her rapid retreat, and resorting to ever more unattractive supplicating, try-hard beta male ploys to reverse the trend. Worst is when her eyes momentarily dart back to look at him as he’s on the verge of an anguished appeal for her input, only to quickly look away again and locate a speck on the window as a convenient distraction from the horror.

The correct response to the sideways girlgaze is the opposite of what most men do: instead of trying harder to reach her, you put less effort into reconnecting. Her sideways gaze is your cue to flirt with other women, such as the waitress, or a passing rando. Miraculously, her wandering oculars will spring back to you, peripherally offended and yet enticed by the gauzy apprehension of your aloof and indifferent ZFGness. It’ll amaze and astound how quickly a girl’s interest reignites when presented with the possibility that the man she had begun writing off has legitimate competing objects for his affection.

If that fails, the next best solution to the sideways gaze is ending the date before she’s had a chance to end it on her timeline. Nothing screws with a girl’s overstuffed ego more than robbing her of her female prerogative to establish both the beginning and the end of a date.

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