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Do we have a blockbuster BOTM contest for you readers today! Buckle up, buttplug out, kebab removed, you’re about to have the honor and the privilege to Detox the BOTM Buttox.

BOTM Candidate #1: Geld One and Geld Two

First, take a gander at this hot mess and then guess the backstory.

Avowed polyamorists are almost universally VLSMV (Very Low Sexual Market Value). This is especially true of polyandrous arrangements. The male facsimilies who volunteer to be shared by one (ugly) woman are so wretchedly unlovable that only the mentally diseased leftoid webzine Salon can identify with their cause.

Everyone wants to know how my polyamorous family works. You’d be surprised how normal we really are.

She got that right. Everyone seeing these circus freaks would be surprised if they exhibited characteristics that were faintly humanoid.

One of the biggest hurdles in non-monogamy — probably the hurdle — is jealousy. My husband was an incredibly jealous person back then, but he began to question its usefulness and purpose.

Was this questioning before or after the chemical castration?

Jealousy is born from a fear of losing a partner; if you believe that love and intimacy can be shared, and are not diminished by sharing, then that fear loses a lot of its power.

No, male jealous is born from a fear of cuckoldry. This is classic projection of the female sexual and emotional world onto men.

I often talk to her about the fact that society frowns on families like ours, and whenever I mention the claims that polyamory is bad for children, she rolls her eyes and says, “Oh no, kids having more people to love them! How horrible!”

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My boyfriend and I are planning a (non-legal) wedding ceremony next summer, and would likely legally marry if we could. But it’s painful to know that many people in our lives will never take our relationship completely seriously, or see it as entirely real.

Of course it’s painful to her. That’s her mind-body axis telling her what she’s doing is depraved and… problematic… to her social fitness.

When my daughter talks about same-sex marriage or polyamorous relationships, she always looks perplexed and says, “I don’t understand why anyone is angry about people being in love and not hurting anyone.”

The battle cry of the Millennial misfit.

Maxim #109: Consensual polyamory is a contrived hookup service for undesirable sexual market rejects.

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BOTM Candidate #2: Love Chair Troll

You know what’s unforgivably beta? Sticking around in the same place to witness your dignity getting shredded. Why didn’t this droopy dog just stand up and leave?

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BOTM Candidate #3: Pink Letter Pussboy

Forwarded with an explanation from reader Shitlord_2000:

My girlfriend who is 27 and a HB8, was at the gym doing some cardio on one of the hamster wheel machines they have a plethora of at her gym that basic bitches seem to love, when some young ‘kid’ (her words, not mine) comes into her periphery and puts the following in her hand.

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“text me if you want”

Cowards write sappy letters to their muses. Sacked-up men approach and say “Hi”. It’s the difference between seeing the world from under a pussy pedestal, and seeing it side-by-side with a woman down on earthly ground.

Don’t pretend you’re a swooning romantic to allay the suspicion you’re really just a huge pussy. BUSTAMOVE. (Charitably, since this “kid” might be young and inexperienced, it’s worth cutting him some slack. But not too much slack… that way lies John Scalzification.)

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BOTM Candidate #4: Tats For Nothing

Courtesy of reader Tom:

I met a female tattoo artist from Toronto in London doing daygame, 24 with huge boobs and quickly ticked all of the boxes for a same day lay. I ended up spending about 7 hours with her and though I didn’t actually get laid she did leave my flat with my cum in her mouth.

So far, so alpha, the beta bit is a story she told me about her exploits on Tinder.

She matched some guy on Tinder who sent her a message saying “If you could tattoo anything on me what would you do?” Her response was “A transsexual Jesus nailed to a cross with my name and surrounded by buttplug ivy”

HE ACTUALLY WENT THROUGH WITH IT AND GOT THE TATTOO! As, I assume, a strategy to get laid.

However it didn’t even work, in her words “He hit the roof when I declined a 2nd date”

First date, hours of needle in the back getting a tranny jesus tattoo. 2nd date, declined.

I actually have a photo of the tattoo, it’s his entire back and he didn’t get so much as a hand job.

I wish I had that photo to post here, but Tom either didn’t send it or I lost it in the shuffle.

Maxim #45: Don’t appease before she’s had your peen.

Corollary to Maxim #45: Better yet, don’t appease. Ever.

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And finally…. (this one needs a build-up)…(ps it’s NSFW)…(trust me)…

BOTM Candidate #5: The Palace Eunuch Pube Groomer

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The skinnyfat middle and punchable shitlib face echo indicate that this is a DEFCUCK 1,000 beta male grooming apprentice. I.e., the realio dealio, and not a sexually satisfied boyfriend doing his chick a short n curly solid.

But even if he were a legit boyfriend, or alternately a gay slumber party buddy, this act of defiance against all norms of masculinity would qualify him as a worthy BOTM contender. If, as I suspect, he’s worse than that — a beta male orbiter so sexually invisible and inoffensive that this woman feels comfortable propping him mere inches from her vagina to pluck some ingrown pubes — then by my reckoning he has to go down as one of the all-time “greatest” beta losers, veering dangerously close to omega male territory. (What stops him from going all the way is that omega males don’t even get to see pussy this close up.)

The voting:

Will asks for game advice,

If a girl asks if you’re consistently seeing anyone else right now…isn’t that showing interests that they want to be in an LTR and that they want you all to their self.

I’m trying to just be chill with this girl and have good inner game, but literally this same thing keeps happening with her and about 4 other girls in the past… The girl will ask “are you sleeping with other girls” or “how many girls” etc etc. and then usually they will fall off the map after a month or 2 or I’ll get the ultimatum.

Basically, When is it not a shit test?

This is a very common scenario, and it’s been covered extensively at Le Chateau. Check the archives.

Very briefly, reply, “I’m dating around until I find a girl that I click with.” If she presses for clarification, tell her to slow down and enjoy your moments together.

This serves two purposes. One, it sidesteps the trap of beta male defensiveness. Two, it burnishes your “preselected by other women” credentials. Don’t say you aren’t dating anyone else – that risks leaving an impression of incel haplessness – and don’t say you’re drowning in women, which sounds try-hard and off-putting if she’s interested in something serious with you (unless you say it with a disarming self-aware faux braggadocio). Keep it vague and ambiguous, and let her fill in the details of your love life (her rationalization hamster will gladly oblige).

If a girl asks you this type of question after dating for a few months, it’s not a shit test. It’s a sincere effort on her part to coax signs of commitment from you, and make the relationship exclusive. In that context, it’s better to tell her she’s the only girl you’re currently seeing, or that you’re ready for her to be the only girl you’re with, if you want a relationship as much as she does.

Before I get to the grist of this post, a reminder about my feelings on the subject of coal burning:

On a case-by-case, practical basis, I don’t sweat it if the mudshark and her F YOU DAD boyfriend are only loosely affiliated to me. If the love is real and true (rare, but it happens), I’m not gonna rain on their charade. It’s the Equalist miscegenation propaganda, and the forced platitudes of shitlib miscegenators trying to justify their anti-Darwinian middle finger, that sticks in my craw. If the propaganda and the SJWistic glorification of dindu diving were to disappear tomorrow, I’d probably drop the subject because 1. there wouldn’t be a nonstop media assault of mixed race sproglet abominations to offend my aesthetic sensibility and 2. the risk of emotionally unstable White girls betraying their race’s heritage at the behest of subliminal media messages would be lower.

Now that that’s out of the way, PA provides an intro to the main subject:

Check out that Stephanie tweet. Dad threatens his mudshark daughter with disowning. She tweets the letter saying more or less that “racissss so sad it’s the current year.” Thank God I have sons, no daughters.

Unfortunately (and unsurprisingly, after the mudshark received the serrated side of the CH shiv), short-sighted Stephanie (not fat, looked pretty) deleted her Twatter account, so I can’t dig up the letter her despondent father wrote to his daughter and re-post it here.

But I can say this about that: Every father, every parent, has a perfectly justified and legitimate grievance when a daughter strays from the Good and White to slum it with vibrancy. In fact, I’d go so far to say that nonWhite parents are equally justified to fear their own daughters dating outside the race, and to try to thwart it.

The plain fact of it is that parents want children, and grandchildren, who resemble them and share their temperamental qualities; this is a deeply primal genetic imperative imprinted into the hindbrain. To deny this longing is to deny a piece of one’s divinely-inspired humanity. We can see how the denial looks on the faces of older patriarchs in family photos featuring a mudshark daughter and her dusky affront: blank, listless, sallow, hinting at a soul killed dead from suppressed grief. The eyes have a thousand-coal stare.

What miscegenation comes down to is defilement — of family, of thousands of years of irreplaceable genetic legacy, of Truth and Beauty. This is why, if people (including shitlibs) are honest, they will admit that the thought of their daughters getting fucked — yes, FUCKED… let’s not prettify the gutter rebellion with softened odes to intimacy — by a man of another race, especially of a genetically and phenotypically distant race, disgusts them to their very marrow.

(Oil drilling sons don’t elicit the same degree of disgust, but that’s because sons don’t carry the risk of burdening the family with a technicolor conception.)

mendo writes:

I checked that out and saw the all the people supporting her. There was even another girl that disowned her dad, for other reasons, and was glad she did.

Fucking parenting failure all the way.

Love how the dad had the suitcases on the ready and where she could find them.

greg adds:

Exactly… people forget that, back in the day, banning and shunning wasn’t just for outsiders.

Community integrity demanded that it be applied to one’s own family, if need be.

This is a good time to plug PA’s PSA on how to prevent mudsharking.

My sentiment is that White fathers have a MORAL DUTY to keep their daughters off the coal. To abandon this task, or worse to welcome the reproductive dispossession, is tantamount to betraying one’s own identity. It’s a scary prospect, but it needs consideration. If as a father you’ve given it all you’ve got, and you still lose your daughter to dinduville, then the option to disown is available. If you can’t save her, you can at least save yourself decades of humiliation concealing your torment for social approval.

I imagine the biggest concerns of new parents must be fear of a son growing up gay and a daughter landing in a relationship with a racial alien. This is about as harsh an ugly, un-PC truth as you’ll read anywhere, which is usually the case with truths that emanate from the id, where platitudes find no purchase. Whites currently constitute less than 10% of the total world population, and shrinking fast. Pretty White women are, by a global accounting, as rare as blue lobsters. Throwing that precious gift away and destroying thousands of years of evolved preternatural uniqueness to, in most scenarios, spite a parent or an ex-lover, is the height of folly and the banality of evil.

A Dark Future.

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UPDATE

Here’s a web cache of the father’s desperate letter to his mudsharking daughter. And here’s a link to an incredibly faggy run-down of the story plus letter, written by Mustafa Gatollari (good lord). Representative quotes: “All right so it’s the year 2016. The civil rights movement happened.”…”Cops shoot suspects in the back just because of the color of their skin.”…”It’s the whole being super racist thing that’s the worst part. Best of luck to Stephanie and her man, and hopefully her dad will realize he’s totally on the wrong side of history,”…”What’s up with us as a country?”

What’s up Mustafa, is that Whites are WAKING UP to the occupation of their country by ingrate goat-humpers like yourself. If you think your feels are hurty now, just wait until the gloves are off. (Mustafa’s whine is so SJW-ish I wonder if it’s a parody.)

Getting back to the Stephanie business and her dad’s letter, one can’t help but think her dad’s words got under her skin, as she felt compelled to publicize his letter for wagon circling “atta girl”s from a small army of degenerate social media sluts.

A father can exert a lot of influence over his daughter by removing the credit card. Too bad Stephylococcus’s dad didn’t avail himself of that option. A woman will bend to a strong man’s will, and that includes daughters who have had their weekly allowance lifeline cut off. If that fails, the last thing left for a father is disowning. No money, no emotional support, no contact ever again. In most normal daughters, this will strike a deep fear and shame in them that may not become apparent to themselves until years later, which will be too late. Mudshark orphans are tragic lessons in preventable suffering that can serve as examples in what not to do for the others.

Winter Is Trumping

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During the Victorian era, men would sometimes hand out spinster shaming cards like these to ugly and unfeminine women on Valentine’s Day (any feminists reading this ought to consult a head asplosion doctor before continuing further):

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Women can be shamed into behaving and looking more feminine. Which is a good thing. Too bad we’ve lost that lesson and do the opposite now: shame women for being feminine and looking thin and pretty, and glorify women who act masculine and look like dump trucks.

“Lean in”, lose love. That’s all you need to know, ladies.

Spot The Family Beta

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¡Jeb! Bush…. needy, desperate, cloying, approval-seeking beta since his inception. “Come on, Dad, why are you letting George have Laura over but I can’t bring Columba? Why? WHY??!” “Jesus, son, do I have to spell it out? Your wife is bad for the family image. And she smells like a Taco Bell bathroom.”

Patriarch Bush is the old school WWII alpha, stoic against the gnawing realization of disappointing sons regressing to a long lost genealogical mean. Greatest Generation? Meh, they raised the Boomers.

Dubya is the swaggering, striver alpha male — a lesser alpha — who barely pulls off the act with help from a natural reservoir of rascally frat boy cockiness and permanent alcohol buzz. Also the second worst President in history (after Downlow Soetoro).

Now that it looks like the Bush political dynasty will end stillborn with Jeb’s campaign of nonstop self-inflicted humiliation, we can all breathe a sigh of relief as we await the Coming of the One True Alpha wielding MAGA, the Sword of Cuck Smiting.

The Pump And Trump

2016 will be the Year of Reckonings. A great schism in the nation opens, a herald rises, and battle fronts coalesce. As a soldier of furrows, it’s time to take up the banner and the hammer of The Trumpening and do your part for the revolution:

The Pump and Trump.

The next time you have your woman post-coitally wrapped in the shelter of your shitlord’s uncucked embrace, gaze contentedly at the ceiling and slowly announce, in a gravelly nut-busted voice, “That was almost as good as making America great again.”

If it’s just after the election when Trump is anointed Supreme Galactic Overlord, say “That was almost as good as voting for Trump”.

The purpose of the Pump and Trump is two-fold: one, any shrieky silly SJW/SWPL feminist freaks with nonetheless fuckable figures (rare, I know) will be sufficiently offended by your declaration that they will self-remove from your life, post-pump. A no muss, no fuss gruffly stuffed muff buff.

Two, you will know love if she reacts with peals of delight, or even an amused exasperation. This woman is a keeper, and she will stand by your side whispering words of encouragement as you prepare to crest the paradigm shift to victory and glory with the Trumpentroops.

The Pump and Trump: Make American Women Sated Again.

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Graphic and post title courtesy of Twatter squatters @LibrarianofHate and @SOBL1, respectively. Great job, boys. The number of Dinducrat rapists is even more starkly disproportionate than this graphic indicates (which is based on absolute numbers), once you realize blacks+beaners are (for now) still a minority of the total US population.

Anyhow, this post is what I call a Masterful Reframe. It takes the fight straight to the concave solar plexuses of shitlibs. This is the what I’m thinking of when I write about leveraging the power of dissident right COPROP. Don’t let up on the hot hot heat until your enemies are roasted to a crisp and their ashes used to top off their cats’ litter boxes.

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Men and women have competing reproductive goals, because it is required.

Spot The Little Shitlord

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If you figured that kid in the bumblebee shirt, far right background, as the little shitlord, you’d be right. That kid’s proto-McQueen body language portends a future overflowing with a deluge of pussy. (Yeah, she’s looking at the boy scouts and their fancy bikes, but her knee pointing towards Badboy Billy gives the game away.)

This kid should just get his “Time to Fuck” watch and extra-snug t-shirt now, he’s halfway to PUA stardom.

Poignantly, this is another one of those old-timey photos/ads filled with happy shiny White kids that reminds us all how much the country has lost. LE SIGH.

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