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Americans are more ideologically and culturally polarized now than at any time except perhaps the decade before and after the Civil War. A shared vision for the future seems impossible, but there are issues, if you search hard enough, that can bring together the Left and the Sane, allies for at least one important cause.

That common cause is the malignancy known as the Surveillance State. The Chateau has been against the emerging Surveillance State for a long time. Post-Snowden, it’s no exaggeration to say that Orwell’s vision of a Big Brother watching your every move has become a reality in America. It would not have been too long ago when most Americans would’ve been creeped out and enraged by giant corporations collecting personal information to deliver tailored advertisements through home entertainment devices, and by government snoops recording everyone’s phone conversations. But here we are, that dystopian scenario come true.

The Surveillance State is a direct consequence of the additive powers of Diversity™ and SCALE. The more competing, often antagonistic, ethnies and races within the borders of a nation, the lower the inter- and intragroup levels of trust, and the greater the need, real or perceived, for monitoring potential flash points of violence/corruption/terrorism/rebellion/crimethink. SCALE is simply a nation and its attendant governing bureaucracies that have gotten too large to benignly manage. An overly large and contentious Diversitopia like the US, where everyone feels like a stranger in their own land, will slowly succumb to various illiberal intrusions into personal freedoms. (This trend accelerated with the Civil Rights Act which supplanted the right of free association with a right to equal opportunity and then to equal outcomes).

As CH wrote about the SS as one plank of a four-plank Dissident Party political movement,

We’re living in Big Brother’s world, just as Orwell described. I continue to be amazed that the average American isn’t more incensed than he appears to be by the constant surveillance. Bottom line: It needs to end. No more marketing firms collecting reams of personal data. No more Facebook shenanigans. No government snoops reading your late night pervy sexts to plate number three. Triple layered encryption should be the default condition for all consumer electronics, built right into the firmware. Eyes in the sky should be ripped from their street corner perches. I don’t want to live in a surveillance state; I want to live in a cohesive society with high trust levels that obviates the need for mass surveillance.

There are stirrings that the Left is becoming increasingly uncomfortable with the Surveillance State. (Maybe they got the hives when their online shaming and doxing SJW campaigns were turned against them.) For instance, here is a story in the Washington Post-Op about “techno-skeptics” on the Left fearing the omnipresence of Big Data and invasion of privacy.

They are right to worry. The British government is using internet surveillance powers to “unmask online bullies”. It’s easy to foresee a small hop from that superficially noble goal to the government using those same powers to silence its critics under threat of public exposure, job loss, or even imprisonment.

This is what happens when you give globohomocorps and governments wide-ranging powers to surveil private communications under the auspice of thwarting Muslim terror attacks: eventually those powers are turned against everyday citizens. (Hint: the answer isn’t surveillance, it’s closing the borders to Muslim immigration.)

The Dissident Right (including yours truly) has been sounding the alarm about the Surveillance State for years. The Left is just now hearing that alarm. Better late than never. And better united than apart when confronting a beast as tentacled and ominous as the one Edward Snowden heroically revealed when he became a necessary traitor to a country that long before him became a traitor to its own people.

Almost forgot……

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Trump, are you reading? You should be. CH is here to help get you to the White House.

From the same article featured in this post.

German couple Sarah, Stevi and their children Fjodor Isai, 3, and Pekka-Lu, 6, welcomed a family of Afghan asylum-seekers into their village of Röhrsdorf near Dresden. Mecid, 37, and his wife Rehime, 34, have six daughters, Nazle, 12, Zahra, 11, Sahra, 9, Perisa, 10, Mubina, 5, Behare, 4, and a son, Mensur, 2. Their eighth child is on the way.

German couple Sarah, Stevi and their children Fjodor Isai, 3, and Pekka-Lu, 6, welcomed a family of Afghan asylum-seekers into their village of Röhrsdorf near Dresden. Mecid, 37, and his wife Rehime, 34, have six daughters, Nazle, 12, Zahra, 11, Sahra, 9, Perisa, 10, Mubina, 5, Behare, 4, and a son, Mensur, 2. Their eighth child is on the way.

The antiWhite race cuck child sacrifice is that little blond German boy front row second from left, looking like he just spent a tour in Fallujah. Dad (far right) looks pretty damned pleased with himself for inflicting this mud world misery on his son just so he could status whore for antiracism points.

Really, this photo says it all about the spiritual dissolution of the West. German parents: 2, Syrian parents: 8 (pending arrival). Guess who will have to bust his balls footing the bills for these YUGE migrant families? The German beta. He pays to prop up the reproductive vitality of invading foreigners, he pays to deal with the psychological problems his multikulted son will start to exhibit in a few years, and he pays for the bullet he’ll put through his brain after he spends a month hearing the sex sounds of his live-in girlfriend fucking their hairy Syrian house guest.

The entire West has become a roaring parody of itself, with no apparent bottom to the depths of the absurdity.

Spot The Cuck

Background. The story is nominally about Germans “adopting” Syrian refugees into their homes, but in reality it’s about German women with the thousand cock stare welcoming Syrian schlong into their godless holes and effeminate German betas sitting legs-crossed in the corner pretending to be oblivious to their literal cuckolding. I mean, look at the mischievous smile and crazy eyes on this woman. She’s got that lit-up face that says this might be the first time in her life she’s felt excited thinking about getting fucked through the floor boards.

As for the kraut cuck, he’s looking into the middle distance trying to beat back the bad thoughts creeping up on him with happy thoughts of all the unctuous flattery he anticipates from his pozzed social circle.

Germany: seventy years to go from sheisselord fearsome to scrotally fallow. What a ride.

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For a migrant from a war-torn hellscape, that Syrian looks surprisingly well-fed and robust. Not at all like the half-starved and frightened widows and orphans president Butt Naked claimed filled the ranks of these refugees.

Spoogle

Petition to rename Google to Spoogle, to better reflect the company they have become: A rePOZitory of the hoariest antiWhite, pro-globalist elite propaganda you will find this side of the race cuck Hajnal line.

Google spooges its equalist leftoid disease all over America’s face, and we are supposed to sit here and take their toxic homo loads without protest?

Remember Spoogle’s motto, “Don’t be evil”? HA. That didn’t last long. How about “Destroy your anus.” This is a good time to jettison all Google products and Google-affiliated products from your lives. There are alternatives. You just have to…. bust a move. The fight against White dispossession has to start somewhere, and it’s a small sacrifice to unlatch from Spoogle’s AIDS dick compared to the sacrifices that will be required of you in the coming years.

PS If you Spoogle “happy american couple” this is what your favorite search and replace engine returns:

Not a parody. Try it.

Fuck (((Spoogle))). They want a war? They’ll get one.

Should He Kill Himself?

Yes, ¡Jabe! Bush should self-deliver. Oh wait, we’re not talking about Jeb jebbing himself?

A reader preferring the nom de plume Fetus Face emails:

I’ve never held a woman romantically in my arms ever, never got a hug, never kissed a woman on the lips.

I have 2 questions:
-Should I kill myself?
-Are these facts beta enough to be beta of the month/year/eternity?

I like your blog though, because it’s funny. So I guess I’m not going to kill myself because then I wouldn’t be able to read your blog. But the second question still remains.

Good to see you’ve answered your first question. I don’t like being put in a tough spot. Anyhow, when you’re dead, no game in the world will help you get pussy. (Unless you want to go the Elliot Roger route and leave a spirit-world legacy that slays pussy.)

At least staying alive gives you a chance, however small, to learn how to be more charismatic. “So you’re saying that there’s a chance!” Yes, this is the Current Year (for a little while longer), and I’m saying there’s a chance. Maybe your odds will change in the next Current Year. (In between Current Years, when the clock strikes midnight, the shitlib hordes enter a brief hibernation when they are vulnerable to attack.)

You didn’t mention your age. If you’re 14 and never touched a woman, that’s not cause for self-termination. At 60…. perhaps too late to start the training. Really, I don’t see a point in living without pussy or love. I suppose you could join a monastery and monk it up, forswearing all earthly pleasures, but where’s the fun in that?

Hilariously, there’s nothing special about your condition. There are millions of loser guys in the world who haven’t touched a woman’s hooha or felt the exquisite joy of being loved by the conscious carrying vessel for that hooha. It takes something more than garden variety involuntary celibacy to descend to the lowly rank of Beta of the Month winner. Therefore, the committee must regretfully inform you that the facts as we know them do not qualify you to be a BOTM candidate. If this pushes you further into despair, you could always cheer yourself up by pointing and laughing at life’s even bigger losers.

Reader IHTG passed along this photographic progress report of a girl who, presumably, improved herself from a flatbread plain jane 5 (PJ5) to a lordotically pleasing HB8 by hitting the squat rack and improving her posture, (and by discovering the allure of the come-hither smile).

I say “presumably” because I don’t know the provenance of this photo. It’s possible, though unlikely, that she got Brazilian butt implants. Also, photoshop, but I don’t see any telltale giveaways.

However, what she has done to her body by improving so dramatically its ability to arouse men is something I have seen happen to women who hit the squat rack for a couple of years. Yes, a commitment to the king of exercises — the squat — will, without exception and at any age, carve a better ass out of a woman. The squat is truly a girl’s best friend. I have yet to see a girl at the gym who spent any significant time squatting with anything less than a temptingly tap-able turdcutter.

Oh, and don’t be a fatty, ladies. (sadly, it needs to be said)

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PA protests,

I agree with the spirit of the post but that steatopygous ass is disgusting.

Yesterday coming up a subway escalator, I saw a perfect ass. It was intoxicating. Leggy girl in jeans. It looked a bit like this:

I agree (as would most White men) that the girl in this photo has a nicer body than the kardashianette above. Slender, tight, and pert without the gross hindquarter ostentation typical of the jungly women. I should probably clarify (for the record): Redhead with the bubble butt is more fuckable than Redhead with the flat ass. Butt Redhead with the 2014 vintage ass is just right. (You can see lots of pics of Redhead here on her Instawhore.)

Steatopygous primate asses are all the rape rage right now; likely this reflects a combination of Western negro worship and a shift in the sexual market to r-selection strategies which emphasize presentation, sluttery and good-to-go authenticity. A truly beautiful White European women’s figure tends to exhibit plumpness in the breasts and ass in balanced proportion, anchored on pleasingly wide birthing hips and retaining a decorous femininity that allures rather than assaults.

Little Shitlords

Cruel parents. But good lesson for the crazed equalists among us. White kids are born little shitlords; it’s not until they’ve had the healthy shitlord beaten out of them by the diseased shitlib industrial simplex propaganda that they learn to hide those id-borne feelings from the world (and from themselves).

A mild, benevolent, family lineage-reaffirming and genetic heritage-protecting racism is normal and natural and psychologically healthy in all humans. Infants prefer to gaze at same-race adult faces. Little girls prefer dolls that look like them. Social science studies continually rediscover age-old truths we all knew from our time in the high school cafeteria: we prefer the company of our kind, in personal matters and in cultural affinity, and this feeling is born with us, a constant companion through all stages of life.

The antiWhite Armageldon Project to mass shame Whites for having normal feelings that every other human group on the planet is celebrated for having is nothing less than wanton sadism masquerading as enlightenment. Is there a crime worse than to bring down unnecessary misery on the hearts of innocent children and on a nation’s native stock? The rope can’t swing soon enough for our Sadist Shitlibs.

Spot The Super Alpha

An interesting (because of its rarity) social hierarchy dynamic sets up when two or more established, socially proofed alpha males break bread. In this older photo, all three of the men engaged in conversation at the table are alphas. In fact, all three are super alphas when they are separated and holding court in their respective milieus.

But by the nature of male hierarchies (and the zero-sum sexual market in which such hierarchies operate), only one man in this photo can be the super alpha. The King of Kings.

Jack Nicholson. Warren Beatty. And of course The Trumpening. Two notorious womanizers, one serial monogamist with superb taste in wives. All three have been featured as topics at Le Chateau (as real life exemplars of alpha maleness, and as movie characters illustrating the behaviors of alpha males).

When one gains a view to the very highest reaches of the alpha male secret society, the distinctions that mark one alpha male as less or more alpha than another alpha male are subtle ones, indeed, but nonetheless most people will be able to perceive them, because displaying male status, and possessing the means to judge it, are universally hard-wired into humans, (the former obviously in men, the latter in both men and women).

To be sure, this photo is just a snapshot in time, but working with what we have one can make a preliminary assessment of the three men’s relative alphaness. Nicholson, cig insouciantly dangling, drink in hand, slightly disheveled, listening with a neutral expression. Beatty, speaking, pointing, head cocked jauntily, wearing sunglasses indoors, possibly looking in Jack’s direction or downwardly (hard to tell). Trump, the best-dressed of the three, turned towards Beatty and leaning into him a little, perhaps trying to hear him better, somewhat hunched posture, attentive expression, but not too emotionally invested (no smiling or raised eyebrows, etc).

VERDICT

Trump is not the super alpha. Not at this table, during this particular interaction. Now, today, if the three of them got back together, and given the change in their statuses from then to now, Trump would no doubt be the Kingliest of these three Kings. But not in this photo. Here he is try-hard in his efforts to not miss a word that falls from Beatty’s lips, and his body language betrays an eager earnestness to fully engage the two celebrities.

Nicholson is not the super alpha. Not during this precise moment captured in time. There’s really too little to go on to accurately assess Nicholson’s place at the table, given that he’s in a receptive pose (hearing Beatty speak) and has a mostly neutral body language and facial expression. He is leaning back in his chair, and that is usually an Indicator of Supreme Alphaness (ISA) when in the company of mere mortals, but this scenario is not a gathering of mere mortals.

Beatty, at this table at this moment, is the super alpha. Pointing while speaking is a classic alpha male tell, and doing it to two other alpha males makes it a super alpha tell. Beatty also appears not to look Nicholson or Trump in the eyes while he speaks, preferring the air in front of his face as an audience. But he points at Nicholson and sits straight in his chair, so his lack of eye contact is incongruous with his body language, which suggests an invulnerable lack of concern with either of his guests’ opinions of him.

I open the floor to competing interpretations. Spotting regular alpha males or beta males in the wild is easy; picking out the super alpha from among a crowd of alphas requires a better grasp of the contextual currents that envelop and carry along the scene.

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Reader RIP Lemmy comments,

I’ll bet who was The Super Alpha went back and forth between the 3 of them.

He’s right. Check out this photo taken maybe 30 seconds before or after the photo posted above (and likely by the same photographer).

Here the reporter with the yellow legal pad is not part of the scene. None of the reporters are. The Three Alpha Men are talking among themselves. Now Trump is doing the finger pointing, while exhibiting a body language that is more self-possessed (facing forward rather than leaning in, open and dominant instead of closed and unsure). Beatty slouches a bit while watching Nicholson attentively. Jackflash flashes that panty-dropping grin he’s famous for while being obviously entertained by something Trump is saying to him.

REVISED VERDICT

Beatty is not the super alpha in this snapshot. Jack might be since both men are looking to him, but dat sweet sweet finger jab is the unmistakable air punctuation of the super alpha. WINNER: TRUMP.

Which is to say, when you have a Brass Supper of three apex alpha males, no one man will occupy the Lord’s lectern for long.

COTW winner (repeat winner?) shartiste succinctly illuminates the battle tactics of the female id versus the male id.

Hillary vs. Trump is gonna be a great source for CH. Its unrestrained man vs unrestrained woman.

The unrestrained man builds monuments to himself, fucks hot chicks, and speaks his mind.
The unrestrained woman manipulates, lies, and social climbs her way to as much privilege as possible.

Give or take a little overlap (as with all things in the panoply of sex-based psychological traits), this is basically spot on. This election is shaping up to be a Battle Royale along a number of fronts: High/Low vs Middle, Elite vs Prole, Insane vs Sane, r-selected vs K-selected, Third World Swarms vs White Native Stock, and the “unrestrained man” vs the “unrestrained woman”. A confluence of so many societal and political fault lines like what is Happening now comes rarely; 2016 could be the Year of the Ids.

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COTW runner-up is The Question, offering a psychological diagnosis of the Left,

Theory of mine: The Left’s relationship with white men is akin to a borderline personality disorder girlfriend and her boyfriend, properly summarized in the “I hate you!/Don’t leave me!” slogan. They hate us, but they don’t want us to go anywhere. They want us to stay and do what we’re told because they need us or think they need us but they also hate us for that very reason.

On one hand, the Left insists we “need to be stopped!” We’re racists, we’re oppressive, we’re bigoted. We’re full of prejudice. We’re dangerous with all our guns.

i.e. I hate you!

On the other hand, they decry “white flight” when we move away from the city and into suburbia or out of leftist states. So they implement affordable housing requirements for residential buildings and Section 8 housing in apartment complexes or zoning and growth management policies to ensure people can’t choose who to associate with. Or they just scream racism and try to shame people into wanting to move away.

Also, anything that is predominantly white male, whatever it is, has to be “diversified.”

i.e. Don’t leave me!

You realize how ridiculous this sounds when you compare it to nativists or anti-illegal immigration types. Whatever one might think about them, they actually believe what they say when they complain about illegal immigration being a problem, so if illegal immigrants left their communities they wouldn’t scream about “(fill in the blank color) flight” or accuse them of racism for trying to leave.

Again, it has to be some form of BSD inherent in the political ideology. That’s the best explanation I’ve been able to come up with for their contradictory attitudes.

The Left is filled to brimming with effeminate men and masculine women. The Degenerate Freak Party caters to the needs of these Darwinian lab mistakes. That so many leftoids possess characteristics similar to skankpot drama whores with daddy issues is not a surprise; give them an inch (act beta) and they take a mile, but refuse to get caught up in the whirlwind of their childish emoting (act alpha) and they back the fuck down and assume their welcome submission to their betters.

In other words, America is crying out as loudly as she can for the irresistible ministration of a charismatic jerkboy.

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Reader electricangel, inspired by the story of Pajamaboy (born in the year of president Butt Naked, in pajamas, cradling a mug of hot cocoa, winner of the 2015 Most Punchable Shitlib Face contest), offers a theory for where it all went wrong.

“dear God, Where did we go wrong?”

Maybe sending our 27-year-old men in 1943 out to kill to make Eastern Europe safe for Stalinism, and to make China safe for Maoism had something to do with it? At a time when Europeans had begun to allow contraception (1930, Church of England), they still elected to kill off what Scrooge called “surplus population” and each other, and withdraw from the conquered planet that they had subdued.

PajamaBoy is what results when generation after generation you take the men whose high testosterone would have them reject a bad split in the ultimatum game and send them into a charnel pit. The men left behind literally lack the balls to take unreasonable stands in favor of injustice being punished that may, nonetheless, damage themselves.

I know computational geneticists tend to scoff at theories of wartime culling to explain postmodern European man’s effeminacy and race cucking, but thinking about it I can’t see why it’s so implausible. In 1918, France’s total male population was ~20 million. World War I inflicted ~1.4 total military deaths on the French male population (we can safely assume the vast majority of military dead were men). That’s a pretty significant 7% reduction in total Frenchmen, and an even greater proportionate reduction in the number of prime age Frenchmen who would be most likely to marry and have kids. (Back of envelope calculation, figure Frenchmen aged 20-40 in 1918 numbered around 5 million. WWI would have thus exacted a toll of a 28% reduction in the number of prime age Frenchmen! A poosy paradise for any men still alive at the end of the war!)

Assuming (and it’s a big assumption based on the notion that masculine men make riskier choices, especially in war) that the bulk of military men who died in the WWI flesh ripping machine had on average higher testosterone levels than the military men who laid low and survived, it’s not a huge leap to infer that 28% of prime age, post-WWI Frenchwomen had to go it alone or settle for one of the surviving low T betas. They would have kids with these beta males and, multiplied millions of conceptions later and then again as the process repeated itself through the meat grinder of WWII, bequeath White Europe the founding population of über betas who would, ninety years later, become bronies and race cucks and open borders nutjobs and Matt Yglesias.

Not a sermon, just a thought.

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