First, can I just say how UPLIFTING (heh) it is to look at First Lady Melania instead of Harambe Trapezius? A guy could get used to this.
Second, every man who’s lived a day in his life knows that look of a woman rocked by a silent, seismic tingle of love rushing on a current of lust. Right at the moment Herr Trumperica assumed the most powerful throne in the world, a barely-contained supernova of admiration and primal desire escaped Melania’s poise. Sex for only her man drips from her gaze in this photo.
If optics were everything in politics, Americans have the distinct pleasure of jettisoning a sooty smoggy reduced visibility for a gleaming, glorious, crystal clear vista that extends to the farthest horizon. The stars shine in all their multitude tonight.
An anon at Sailer’s site passive-aggressively snarked about Steve neglecting to mention the Menopause March because it wasn’t just filled with “angry black women”. The Anti-Gnostic used the opportunity provided by the anon John Leibowitz acolyte to expose the reality of that cunt festival.
It turned out to be a bunch of well-fed white women wearing $150 running shoes and holding $500 cell phones, with more life options than they know what to do with.
Practically speaking, there are no more rights left to give women. So when they find out that all jobs frankly kind of suck, everybody forms hierarchies, everybody has to compete, and successful men don’t enjoy their company, what then? Answer: find a lightning rod for all your inchoate rage about your sucky life and go on a stupid, pointless march.
Judging by photos, there were a lot of menopausal fatties and hippie boomers at the Menopause March, which convinced me to change my preferred name for it from the Menstruation March. Even the pre-Wall chicks looked old for their age. Shrieking Leftism notably accelerates aging in its adherents. All that stupid rage based on lies and vapid solipsism must keep cortisol and inflammation levels perpetually high when their precious snowflake egos aren’t sufficiently fluffed.
Case in point: Ashley Judd
This woman used to be a hard 9 not long ago. The Wall decided to target her for early expiration once she gave herself over to the Cat Lady Cult and starting speaking bitterbitch poopytalk. Here’s video of her at the Fatties Finally Get Off The Couch March reciting a poem titled “Nasty Woman”. It’s so insipid in its White man-hating evil that one could easily picture this screechy, crazy-eyed, rancid psychocunt at the side of Pol Pot cheering on his liquidation initiatives.
“Ashley! Ashley Judd is here!” Fucking sicko Michael Moore looks and sounds like a giddy old lesbian. If these are our enemies, the war is already won.
Sentient slips a saucy shiv through the bunched bustle of the departing administration.
This is probably the first night in forever that the First Lady is getting banged out by The Prez tonight…
Melania is going to get sore from all the WINNING. But it’s a good sore, something that America’s shitlibs will begin feeling during the next eight years as their delicate snowflake psyches take a long-overdue pounding back to reality.
That is funny as hell. But again I cannot tell if a shitlib protestor is man, woman, or xir-beast. The modern Left is a Rorschach test. What sex and/or species do you see?
Leftoid protestors used to have a veneer of coolness (way back), until the internet thunderdome exposed them all as androgynous fatty crybaby loser fugs. They’re like a mass catfish operation on normie society; you think you’re reading about scary revolutionaries and then a phone camera catches them blubbering in the middle of the street as cheetos tumble out of their chin folds and you’re not sure if they pee sitting or standing.
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Pudendum: I’ve always had a fondness for Bill Clinton, and this is why:
I don’t doubt that Trump and Bill Clinton were good friends (at one time). Unapologetic alphas who love women tend to “get” each other.
It’s all about the lack of balls. Les Saunders, Protestant, explains.
In my line of work, I run into a lot of young attractive women and cucks (in addition to old crones). Being me, if an attractive young lady in the workplace drips past, I’ll make a comment about her appearance of something or other. You know, normal guy stuff. These cucks seem just aghast that a male could think of women in such vulgar ways.
I think I’ve figured it all out.
Cucks have never, ever in their lives seen pussy, gone after pussy, and grabbed pussy*. Rather, they are the pathetic losers who have only gotten laid by virtue of women choosing them, instead of their choosing the woman. These are the guys in university who got laid maybe once per semester or year because some drunk girl grabbed them at 2am on the dance floor when Red Red Wine came on. They’ve never chased a woman in their life, save perhaps for some weak, passive aggressive, beta supplicant way which never works by the way. So naturally, they find the idea of men pursuing women “problematic”. Sad!
*it bears repeating. Those of us who’ve ever seduced women in our lives know that grabbing women by the pussy did not and does not mean sexual assault. That’s for losers and Arabs. It’s about seducing and creating that moment with a woman where she totally surrenders to you, and you can take what you wish.
Cucks, manlets, manginas, and reedy-voiced white knights will actually use words like “vile” to describe Trump’s braggadocio about women letting rich and famous men grab their pussies. Les gets it; the manginas’ carefully manicured revulsion of boldly entitled alpha males is a product of their immersion in the shrikeheist of a demasculinized gynecratie coupled with an EXTREMELY slow life history that meant decades in the incel wilderness waiting waiting waiting for subpar poon to fall in their laps instead of sacking up and doing the one thing women really cream for when it comes from a man: busting a move.
The baleful rise of anhedonic male feminism is directly related to the expansion of the incel subsociety and the missing experience that comes from actually hitting on women to know that Consent Feminism virtue signaling dries pussy faster than an accidental Pill overdose.
Some balls are held for charity And some for fancy dress But when they’re held for pleasure, They’re the balls that I like best. And my balls are always bouncing, To the left and to the right. It’s my belief that my big balls should be held every night.
I’ve got big balls I’ve got big balls And they’re such big balls Dirty big balls And he’s got big balls, And she’s got big balls, But we’ve got the biggest balls of them all!
AC/DC – “Big Balls”
Remember when rock bands had testosterone? Yeah, seems like forever ago. But that’s about to change. Hello, America! It’s
PRESIDENT DONALD J TRUMP
You can almost feel the smog of estrogen and denatured T wafting off the land and into the stratosphere, as a man with the biggest set of balls America has had the pleasure to take on the chin strides into the White Again House with purpose, good cheer, and a bloodlust to see his emasculated enemies crushed beyond recognition.
Qualification (having standards and applying them to women) and Disqualification (telling a woman in so many words that she doesn’t meet your standards, to raise your SMV relative to hers) are vital Game concepts that no seducer should leave the fapping hovel without.
A reader suggests a third entry in the Qualification suite of pickup dialectics: The Counter-Qualification.
Dear CH,
Think I came up with a new way to handle a woman trying to qualify you – I call it “counter-qualification” (CQ). I was out on a date tonight and this girl was asking me a lot of questions – not because she was curious – but because I felt she was trying to qualify me a lot.
So at a few points I said to her “Wait, this isn’t a job interview – is it? You’re asking me a lot of questions…” if her questions were sounding like too much like an interrogation Eg. if she said, “so do you go to shops all the time and try to get dates? When was the last time you used Tinder/online dating?” etc. In which case, I used counter-qualification.
I did this on the iDate I went on last night and the same thing again – the girl got a bit defensive and qualified herself. Again, when she was trying to interrogate me about my dating habits, I would tease and say “see – you’re doing it again. back in “interview mode”. Do you do this to all the guys you date?”
I’m gonna play with it some more. I’m also thinking I could start using CQ questions like “why are you asking me that question?” or “why is it so important for you to know that?” – of course, has to be done with the right tone, expression, etc. to avoid sounding butthurt and defensive.
Be interested if anyone at CH has experience with this. Maybe next time a woman gives you a shit test and it’s a question, you could:
a) Ignore
b) A&A
or c) CQ
Regards,
Phoenix
The CQ is a push-pull subroutine that’s more akin to teasing than to qualifying, but the gist of this reader’s definition is clear enough. In fact, the “wow I didn’t know I was going on a job interview” CQ line that the reader uses as his example is a well-known PUA shit test-busting tactic for instantly deflating a hot babe’s pretensions and flipping the chaser-chasee script. If a girl peppers you with interrogative questions and you cheekily reply, “is this a job interview?”, she will back off her aggressive posturing and regard you with more carnal curiosity. After all, she’s used to beta schlubs dutifully answering her questions as fast as she can ask them.
So that’s the CQ. The A&A response would be something along the lines of “My job? I’m a male stripper. Work is slow right now, but I fill in my free time doing bored housewife porn”. A&A achieves a similar result as CQ, slowing a girl’s momentum and asserting your manly prerogative.
Caution is warranted when using these tactics. If the girl is just needling you to see if you’ll break beta, then CQ or A&A can be repeated with a positive response rate. She’ll laugh and stop asking her banal questions. On the other hand, if she genuinely wants to learn more about you, then don’t overuse CQ or A&A; you’ll sound spergy and suspicious, like you’re trying to hide something unflattering about yourself. If she’s a real deal doll, then one CQ followed by one A&A is all that’s necessary, allowing you to gracefully segue into surrendering a sincere answer to her questions without losing alpha bed-cred.
Are you familiar with the sound of a rhetorical shiv piercing mangina hide and splintering id-bone? It sounds like this feeble defensive mewl from John Scalzi, the world’s most foremost beta male feminist emasculate.
Following a shock and maul CH campaign on both Twatter and at this ‘umble blog belittling the remnants of Scalzi’s manhood and everything he stands for, El Castrato finally cracked and Twat-streamed this effluvium of butthurt katzenjammer:
∑T = ∑E
That wedding photo is so very revealing. Megawife must’ve been ovulating on her wedding day, because she doesn’t want Scalzi’s supplicating seed anywhere near her eggs. I haven’t seen a “lean out” like that since Sheryl Sandberg’s husband set his treadmill speed to “the sweet relief of marital release”.
Naturally, I stuck the shiv once more in the undulating mass of Scalzi’s swolelessness.
It’s not about being “besotted”, it’s about your uxorious public vows to her held forth as evidence of your manhood.https://t.co/b6iW61kGBe
Scalzi is the Uxorious Male personified. His debased kind seem to be blossoming like dainty wildflowers all over Gaymerica, sending airborne tufts of estrogen to signal high T pollinators that their women are open to illicit dalliances.
The Uxorious Male is in reality a red flag of relationship disquiet. A man who ostentatiously and publicly bends the knee to his woman and considers it an act of sexual polarity-inverting rebellion against masculine norms instead of what it really is — a craven display of sycophantic shamelessness by an LSMV manchild — unintentionally announces to any spectators that his relationship or marriage is not what he wants it to seem.
Male uxoriousness, especially the variety that seeks a public platform, is a flamboyant concealment of relationship trouble. This trouble can take many forms:
the male feels an urge to cheat, and is ashamed of it
the woman is emotionally and sexually disconnecting from the relationship
both partners have checked out and are now in the business of keeping up (laughably try-hard) appearances
the male has experienced a sudden increase in financial or social status and subconsciously feels impelled to reassert his fidelity
the woman has experienced pleasing attention from other men and behaves in an emotionally distant way that triggers the male to uxorious mate guarding
the male is extremely low value relative to his woman and believes, mistakenly, that cloying displays of faithfulness and admiration will keep her as interested in him
both partners are sexually low value and each of them abides the uxorious male’s exaggerated show of fealty because it pumps their flagging egos
Dear girlfriends or wives reading at this outpost of outrageous truth,
DON’T TRUST A MAN WHO WANTONLY GLORIFIES YOU
He has an ulterior motive, is feeling guilty for something, or you can do better and he knows this (even if you don’t…yet).
CH Maxim 88: The fervor of a man’s public declarations of fidelity to his woman positively correlate with an increased risk of cheating by either the man or the woman.
Scalzi is not just a psychologically disfigured beta bitchboy; he’s also an anti-White virtue signaling whore. And as long as the Chateau stands in defiance of the Degenerate Freak Mafia, anti-White empty virtue whores like Scalzi will no longer be free to indulge their smarmy habit unopposed. It’s a new day.
More Scalzied chew-toy fun:
also the sound scalzi’s micro makes as it enters a realdoll (male unit).https://t.co/YOMtOTmAJH
Allie Dowdle just wants to go to college and date the boy she wants to date.
How nonjudgmental. Does that include dating serial killer boys?
But her parents are making that extremely difficult — all because they don’t like her boyfriend.
This article sounds like it was written by an emotionally stunted, petulant child. Authoress:
http://elitedaily.com/users/asvokos/
Alexandra Svokos has been published in Vox! Squeee!!
The 18-year-old, who is white, started a GoFundMe after her parents cut her off and refused to help pay her college tuition.
On the fundraising page, she says they cut her off because they don’t approve of her dating her boyfriend, who is black.
Alpha Dad of the Month winner, right here. (The mom probably disapproved, too, but it takes a father to deliver a real threat and back it up with action.) This is the lineage destruction that her father is trying to save her from:
The merging of such disparate clans is the triumph of Lies and Ugliness over Truth and Beauty. Not to mention over real diversity. But there is a price to pay. Once you go black, we don’t want you back (unless you’re a desperate sniveling beta male with no other options).
The parents sound like very sensible caretakers of their progeny:
Allie, who lives in Memphis, Tennessee, showed her parents a photo of him, and they immediately said she could not date him. She wrote,
Why? Strictly because of skin color. It wasn’t a quiet ‘no,’ either. I’ll never forget the yelling my parents did, when they expressed how disappointed they were in me, that I could do so much better. I did not know what to do. I couldn’t comprehend how someone could be seen as less because of pigment.
Allie and Michael kept dating, but “discreetly.”
Every White dad must fear his lovely daughter becoming a mudshark. Yet what can a dad do to prevent it? I recommend delivering the stone cold truths early in life, and if preventatives don’t work, then do as this father did: excise the tumor from your family. A White daughter who deliberately and insolently dates down shows by her actions that she doesn’t respect her father’s wishes, her family’s social standing, or her mother’s silent pain. The number one reason White fathers fear the threat of mudsharking daughters is aesthetics: every parent wants to become a grandparent to grandchildren who resemble them and their family’s esteemed ancestors. Race-mixing across distant genetic ecosystems is the equivalent of dropping a deuce in the family gene pool.
There are other reasons, of course, to counsel White daughters against dating googles. The IQ difference will mean stupider kids that can’t compete as well in a modren economy; the propensity of google males to express their love with fists and chokeholds; the behavioral profiles that don’t align and will gradually erode the intimacy necessary to build a long term relationship. And then there’s the fact that it’s a low class decision for the White woman in all but a few rare instances. But really the most palpably heartfelt reason is the aesthetics. We are hard-wired to prefer family members, children, and grandchildren who look like us.
Then, around Christmas, Michael approached her parents and tried to get them to accept him.
Instead, they cut Allie off. They also took away “my personal savings, my car, my phone and my education.”
That’s a start. They will also take away Allie’s emotional support, and that’s the sting that’ll hurt most, particular for a woman who will rely heavily on the help from immediate family if she decides to have children. If her progeny are mystery meatballs, Allie will now have no help from anyone who really cares about her.
Coalburner Allie raised $12K through her HoFundMe, thanks to wasted largesse from the degenerate freak mafia, but that’s chump change compared to a lifetime in the financial and emotional wilderness as a cast-out from the only family she will ever have.
Her father, Bill, insisted to the New York Daily News that “it was never about race.” He said he and his wife’s disapproval came in part because Allie started dating Michael in secret. But also, Bill said, her dating a young black man isn’t his “preference” because of “issues” with interracial dating in the South. He said he cut her off because she was spoiled.
You’ll know the nation is making progress toward a better, more truthful, future when fathers like Bill can proudly say it *is* about race, and that it’s normal for a White father to want his White daughter to date within the fold. We’re not there yet, but in the meantime we can help hasten the arrival of that day by sending Bill our expressions of approval. Le Chateau does our part by christening Bill our first Alpha Dad of the Month.
A woman’s propensity to sluttery requires a favorable context before she can fully realize her puss-parting potential. Reader welcomerain introduces the sexual market concept of “slut velocity”:
I think the issue here is that we estimated [these women’s cock counts] based on cocksas velocity in identical environments, not absolute cocksas in their individual cocksaspheres.. The middle skank’s greenly steaming, mephitic slimehole is still attracting desperate losers, and she’s cleared the runway to accommodate them. The Puerto Rican may be willing to maintain velocity, but I’m guessing she gets even fewer takers than the white chick if they were in similar cocksas markets.
That number is what I think we read into their looks. Yes, accumulation of past cocksas affects their current soul-deadness and therefore willingness to be the port in every storm, but I think what CH was assessing was slut-velocity in equal markets. I know I was.
LOL. In slut humor there is great truth. Yes, I based my judgment on an assumption that the women were operating within identical cockas markets, but that assumption is of limited usefulness. Too theoretical, needs refinement with real world variables, such as the fact that white cockas are gonna pass right over black vagllzlz, even if the white vagllzlz is older, wrinklier, and looser. But in a black cockas environment, Peurto Rican chick can easily amass 150+ cockas because black cockas are less discriminating.
Freelance Comment Of The Week: The Menopause March
Jan 22nd, 2017 by CH
An anon at Sailer’s site passive-aggressively snarked about Steve neglecting to mention the Menopause March because it wasn’t just filled with “angry black women”. The Anti-Gnostic used the opportunity provided by the anon John Leibowitz acolyte to expose the reality of that cunt festival.
Judging by photos, there were a lot of menopausal fatties and hippie boomers at the Menopause March, which convinced me to change my preferred name for it from the Menstruation March. Even the pre-Wall chicks looked old for their age. Shrieking Leftism notably accelerates aging in its adherents. All that stupid rage based on lies and vapid solipsism must keep cortisol and inflammation levels perpetually high when their precious snowflake egos aren’t sufficiently fluffed.
Case in point: Ashley Judd
This woman used to be a hard 9 not long ago. The Wall decided to target her for early expiration once she gave herself over to the Cat Lady Cult and starting speaking bitterbitch poopytalk. Here’s video of her at the Fatties Finally Get Off The Couch March reciting a poem titled “Nasty Woman”. It’s so insipid in its White man-hating evil that one could easily picture this screechy, crazy-eyed, rancid psychocunt at the side of Pol Pot cheering on his liquidation initiatives.
“Ashley! Ashley Judd is here!” Fucking sicko Michael Moore looks and sounds like a giddy old lesbian. If these are our enemies, the war is already won.
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