American men are feminizing. Manboobs are popping out all over the fruity plains. For a supple example of a manboob rack, see this. (and that guy is young, he has no excuse)
But there’s something else I’ve been noticing more of lately. Chickhips. These are the males who have wide hips, making them pear-shaped, like a blobby middle-aged woman. The width of their hips causes them to walk with a swishy waddle. It’s about as ungainly as a man can walk.
Now maybe I’m just more aware of the degeneration of the male sex, owing to the muscular growth of my noticing neurons which I have spent ten cycles of the harvest poon exercising. Or maybe, this is a real trend. (Similar to how I have noticed what I believe is a real uptick in manjaws and mudsharking in the past few years.)
If the chickhip trend is real, it could be something in the water. Put there by (((someone))). Or, more tantalizingly, it could be the result of an epigenetic-type alteration occurring at the source of life: our DNA.
Probably not, but worth the speculation. Could multiple environmental estrogenic insults be a factor in changing Western men’s DNA so that they are conceiving males with strangely feminine irregularities? Is the BPA Silenced Shwing the reason we are seeing more friends of Dorothy like the John Scalzis and Alex Pareenes of the world menstruate all over the public sphere?
Although the subject of this post won’t be a surprise to those plugged into the Hatrix, it bears repeating, and hopefully I will have added some clarity to help dread pill newbs grope their way to illumination.
The overwhelming majority of the major media outlets are owned, operated, and staffed by equalist leftoids practiced in the art of sophistry and antiWhite propaganda. You can search on DuckDuckGo for the relevant data; it’s easy to find. A ballpark figure: 85-90% of journo grads are registered Democrats.
The media – aka the Hivemind – hasn’t always been this moodily affiliated. Maybe it leaned liberal sixty years ago, but that lean has turned into a pipeline funneling the entire industry into the dankest leftie sewage tank.
The public, though, hasn’t “progressed” nearly as far as the media has. The result is a growing disconnect between the media and the public; a disconnect that has widened so much that the media no longer feel any emotional resonance with the reading and viewing public they are supposed to serve. Worse, the leftoids running the media industrial complex feel a powerful antagonism to the public, which manifests as an unrepentant, almost giddy, compulsion to force feed the public whatever race creationist nonsense and lies the media wants the public to imbibe.
The two players have become, in all but battlefield bloodshed, mortal enemies. It isn’t simply a matter of distrust. Not anymore. It’s active and deliberate dissemination of false narratives by a fifth column to cow, humiliate, and brainwash an entire country of generally good-hearted and trusting people who are too inert to react with the needed megadose of antibody cynicism and righteous anger.
Will anything break this deadlock and rupture the antagonistic dynamic between media and public? From the year 2015 vantage point, it doesn’t seem so. Perhaps a cataclysmic event that threatens the survival of the nation will reorient the media-public relationship, but even then… I mean, 9/11 did nothing in this regard, and that was an attack on American soil that bested Pearl Harbor for visceral impact.
Another possible solution: the gradual dying off of Boomers. But Millennials appear to be even faggier than their Boomer grandparents. I don’t see an epic freshman class of realtalkers flooding Columbia Journalism School any time soon.
I think it will come down to a grassroots revolution that sweeps from power the antiracism antiWhite leftoid media juggernaut. They won’t go willingly, not even when their ad money dries up to pennies. Defunding the media might not fly, but defunding the universities will, and that’s where all this shitlibbery is birthed, nurtured, and spat upon an unsuspecting polity. Ending federal student loan programs and severing all financial ties between State and academia would go a ways to ideologically cleansing these foul pits of race cuckoldry and making room for sane administrators to restock their faculty with professors who aren’t possessed by the equalism demon.
Finally, there’s the problem of the Diversity™. No revolution to renew the corrupt leftoid media will succeed if Whites become heavily outnumbered by nonwhites. The math pwns all. Whatever honorable and civilized instincts Whites have that could be put to work reforming their dying, lying institutions will be stillborn if the dusky oort cloud rolls across America and monopolizes the franchise, eventually choking the living Constitution into a dead letter.
There are already signs of this happening. Support for the First Amendment is at an all-time low. Shitlibs are crowing about repealing the 2nd Amendment once Whites are racially cleansed into a voting minority in the country they and their ancestors created and built from the ground up. Free speech and gun rights… the biggies, and apparently just two more once-cherished principles that only Whites of a sterner disposition feel any urgency to uphold.
If the Founding Fathers could see the State of their Nation today, they would cry bitterly, and regret their revolutionary war, returning to England as fast as their sails could catch the wind. Sad, but true.
Need a bittersweet laugh? Chicks with a fever for the flavortown of a jerkboy inmate can now more easily connect to him through a new app called “TextBehind: Text-To-Inmates“. (Note: I am not making this up)
TextBehind® enables you to communicate with your incarcerated loved ones nationwide using text messages with photos, custom greeting cards and electronic money orders. Unlimited inmate reply letters are electronically delivered back to your smart phone and email at no extra charge.
Due to the inherent demographics of prison populations (majority dindu) most of the app users are livin’ large mamma jamas. But there are some white chicks in the mix. I expect white women to partially close the inmate-loving gap with black women. In the meantime, the few K-selected black betas will struggle to make a dent in their race’s genetic heritage, unless they opt for white fatties.
This one is my favorite user feedback comment:
Love this app. This is so much more than an app. To be able to send loved ones photos and money without having to wait in line at a post office is amazing. I’ve had a few issues but when I emailed text behind they emailed me back within the hour and went as far as to give me a call to ensure the issues were resolved and they were. I absolutely love this app. It safe and secure. Just ensure if your loved one gets transferred to another facility edit that information under your profile.
😆 Alpha jerkboy inmates get tit pics and money. Betas get empty wallets and blue balls.
Isn’t it about time Chateau Heartiste is awarded something for being so far ahead of the “chicks dig jerks” curve? People scoffed at first, but now there are apps to help women meet the badboys of their dreams. Goooooooooooooodbye, America!
I have a pickup field experiment for you guys. (The M2F transitioning Shitlib Within posing as a 6’2″ Nordic Ubermensch may want to sit this one out).
Buy yourselves one of these hats. On a weekend stroll around town, proudly wear the hat. Smirk like you’re the shit. Because you are.
Strike up chitty chatties with the foxy fauna, just as you would on any day when your scrote swells with the urgency of the hunt.
I predict one of three reactions will occur.
You’ll get a lot of remotely targeted snarls. No worries, you expect it. Keep smirking like the world is under your thumb.
Girls will approach you first to ask if you are “for real” or some variant thereof. Keep smirking, but now add some flirting.
Girls will assume your hat is an alpha jerkboy challenge to their feminine authority (what reader whorefinder calls “the princess syndrome”) and will respond as any self-entitled hottie would to a man challenging the integrity of their comfort bubbles: with hungry lustful eyes and shit tests presaging a near future of bedroom bliss.
Report back to the Chateau with your results. The best field dispatches will get featured on the blog in an honor roll post. A winner will be selected (based on some combination of humor, skill, ballsiness, and F close potential or actualization).
BONUS POINTS to any man who picks up a black girl or squatina girl during this experiment. DOUBLE BONUS POINTS if the girl is a feminist Eskimo.
Two suspects identified in mass shooting that left 14 dead and scores wounded. Syed Farook and Kinda AtallahTayyeep Bin Ardogan Tafsheen Malik (Farook’s imported Saudi wife). Third suspect is reported to be Farook’s brother.
Shitlibs experiencing mass depressive episode right now after their hope of a White shooter dashed.
Preplanned, coordinated Muslim terrorist attack on a facility serving the mentally retarded. Motive “unknown”. HAHAHAHA.
It’s almost as if The Vibrancy is working overtime to get The Trumpening the nomination.
Meanwhile, the usual disingenuous crisis actors are calling for repeal of the 2nd Amendment, haranguing passersby about the dangers of Islamophobia, and basically playing the part of filthy traitors pushing for anything that would further alienate White Americans from the nation they and their ancestors built. The garden variety shitlibs are just sticking their heads in the ground waiting for a snarky Narrative hook that’ll carry them through another dreary day of ethnomasochism.
Diversity™: the curse that keeps on befouling. Open borders is White genocide. Racial cleansing. Spread the Rude Word.
Padawan125 needs the assistance of the CH readership on no less a problem than salvation of his brother’s soul.
CH and readers, need your help here. I always find the BOTM [beta of the month] stories hilarious. However, it’s not hilarious when your own brother deserves his own BOTM story. I don’t know how to shake him out of his beta-ness and I need help.
My brother has been married for 5 years with kids. I have always questioned his decisions and wanting to marry her but have been “supportive”…as in keeping my opinions to myself. Although recently, his wife pushed me over the edge. It was recently revealed that she has been cheating on him for 2+ years. The texts that she sent her lover was revealed to my entire family. She has no respect for my brother and openly despises him. Even admitting in text that she couldn’t divorce him yet because she wanted to wait to get more money out the deal. Her cheating even brings into question the true paternity of his youngest child.
When this was all revealed my brother approached me for help in getting a divorce. Somehow, less than three months later, he changed his mind and is now back with his wife. Nothing that I do or say has swayed his decision. I have tried the following approaches:
–Shamed him for not being a man, lacking balls, and allowing his wife to have all power and how his wife has openly insulted him in front of everyone.
–Tried to bribe him by telling him to come live with me, quit work, and I would support him until his mind was back on track.
–Told him how accepting her back was him saying to her and everyone that it is ok for people to treat him with disrespect.
–It sets a bad example for his kids showing them that they have a weak father.
–etc, etc, etc
I cannot even look at my brother anymore and want nothing to do with him or his wife. My parents are urging me to “support him and his decisions” because “life is too short.” I am sick to my stomach and want to repeatedly punch him in the face to wake him up.
What do I do here? I want to believe that he is not a lost cause and there is something that I can do to help him grow a pair. Do I continue to ignore him and focus on my own life? I don’t want to lose my brother, but at the same time I cannot bring myself to interact with him.
“Life is too short”, like its cousin aphorism “live and let live”, are the ritardando notes of the powerless feeb. Yes, life is too short…. to live under the heel of a bitchy cheating whore wife.
Unfortunately, Padawan125, there is no easy solution to your brother’s crisis of the id. He is in that sad masochistic zone that all men who feel like they have no options in the mate market occupy, nursing the dying embers of his self-worth. Impenetrable layers of misery rationalization bunkers protect his bruised ego, and there isn’t much psychology of persuasion magic that’ll bust through.
Except for one thing…
The love of another woman.
Or at least her welcoming vagina.
Spend some time on the town with your brother (minus the wife of course). Insinuate the teachings of Game into your conversation. Get him flirting with any woman at least as attractive as his wife. If you feel the urgency of your brother’s situation demands rule-bending, then invite (or pay off) a cute pivot to accompany both of you on a night out. Be sure to allay your brother’s beta-reflex concerns and inform him that your girl guest is your “friend”. What he doesn’t know is that you instructed your friend to shamelessly flirt with him.
The strategy is to get your brother believing in his sexual market worth again. If he senses that other women are a real possibility, then those ego bunkers will start to crumble, and he’ll slowly pull away from his shrike wife. If he can get a kiss close with a cutie on one of those “bros’ nights out”, his nuptial breakaway is practically assured.
Godspeed, because you are doing the Lord’s work. “which lord?” Come now, let’s not spoil the moment with nagging technicalities.
A group calling itself “Overweight Haters Ltd” is handing out leaflets on the British subway.
“perverted chubby-lover”
😆 😆 😆
I swear this fat shaming shiv could have been pulled straight from the CH sheath, word for word.
Are the Chateau’s very special lessons percolating through the wider culture? This ‘umble blog doesn’t have millions of daily readers, but it doesn’t take much visibility to get an idea, a truthful idea long suppressed and now revealed with gleeful sadism, to make a “memetic sweep” through society’s DNA.
The Awakening is Happening, on all fronts: race, sex, truth, beauty. And on the banner of the shitlords, an emblem flaps victorious in the crisp autumn breeze:
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Why are the police investigating the provenance of this Realtalk™? Doesn’t Britain have a lingering respect for free speech? Or is that a quaint White Man invention destined for the ash heap of history? One could look at this authoritarian overstepping as the sort of frenzied reaction a ruling elite makes just before:
It was always the women, and above all the young ones, who were the most bigoted adherents of the Party, the swallowers of slogans, the amateur spies and nosers-out of unorthodoxy.
George Orwell, 1984
Ol’ George was spot on with this observation. It’s [the current year] and you can’t toss a cat on a college campus without hitting an SJW hugbox humidified with the triggered tears of a bulbosity of bitterbitches.
the auditorium full of high school girls doing the finger snapping routine at him. […] Haidt says it is (was) very disconcerting, worse than disconcerting actually – upsetting and a little scary even. Threatening.
The teenage girl’s simple minded absolutism and devotion to the master.
Accounts of Mao’s and Pol Pot’s atrocities consistently paint teenage female cadres as the most terrifying among the henchmen.
Women in their prime beautility (beauty + fertility), which coincides with the ages from 15 to 25 or thereabouts, are the most eager to submit to the reigning tyranny. CH writes a lot about the romantic desire of women, especially young women with a full load of eggs in their moist wicker baskets, to submit to a powerful alpha male. A lot of Game concepts proceed from this first principle governing the instinctive mating behavior of women.
But Le Chateau is more than a dating guide, and hopefully readers are beginning to see how Game and Seduction tie in with Culture and Society. The internal combustion forces that drive women to happily submit to intoxicating powerful men are the same forces that equally drive women to submit to the tyrannical Leftoid Orthodoxy, and to profess their undying love for the orthodoxy. (Even to make excuses for the orthodoxy, just as they do for their jerk boyfriends, when someone points out that maybe they’d be better off in the long-run with a different master.)
The only way to win White women back from their loyalty to antiracism tyranny is to present them with the allure of an even stronger, sexier tyranny. Mock antiracism without apology or backpedaling and you provide women a glimpse of your ZFG alpha rebel bona fides. Offer in the place of antiracism orthodoxy another, better, orthodoxy that speaks more clearly to the White woman’s future and, importantly, exhibits more conspicuously the greater good of your sexually irresistible self-entitlement.
Shitlibs and cucks will tremble and rage, while you, Master of Your Amused Domain, Knight of the Order of State Control, Wielder of the Shiv of Unified Purpose and Divided Vaj Flaps, reap the dual rewards of a rich sex life and a reborn nation once again administered for the benefit of your posterity.
I grew up very near Lewiston. While it was a dying mill town, what was done to it by busing in Somalis was obscene. Worse, local Catholic Relief had a huge role in, perhaps they were jealous of the bang-up job the Lutherans were doing in Minnesota. Or maybe they just wanted the Federal handouts that came with the Somalis, who despite the lack of reporting (no one will go on the record about this for fear of losing their job in a witch hunt) have been a crushing burden on police and social services. Everyone around gets trained, trained, trained in how not to offend Somalis.
And the kicker insult? The main road coming into Lewiston from the coast is Rte 196. The neighboring town, Lisbon, renamed its stretch of Rte 196 the Staff Sergeant Thomas Fields Memorial Highway. Sgt Fields, a native of Lisbon, was on the second helo that went down in Mogadishu in 1993.
Now, some do-gooder has even given the Somalis prime farm land in Lisbon, right off the Staff Sergeant Thomas Fields Memorial Highway.
There must be a special place in Hell for the people who did this.
There is. Dante’s Ninth Circle of Hell is the icy wasteland presided over by Satan that awaits traitors. Inshallah, president butt naked will spend an eternity constantly chewed, swallowed, regurgitated, and spat out from Satan’s mouth.
If it feels like every American institution — the government, the schools, the churches, the media — is arrayed in battle formation against your interests as a regular, salt-of-the-earth White man, well…. you’d be right.
There are three abiding truths about chicks and their attraction for jerks.
Women have always had, and will always have, a big place in their hearts for charismatic jerkboys.
The romantic allure of charismatic jerkboys is stronger than the romantic allure of dependable niceguys, in nearly all circumstances.
There are environmental conditions that can repress or amplify women’s innate love for jerks.
In this post I make the case that we are living in a Golden Age for Charismatic Jerkboys.
Note: I did not say we are living in a Golden Age “of” charismatic jerkboys. Rather, the age is ripe for jerks, should they assert themselves, to exploit the presently configured sexual market to their hedonistic benefit.
It’s not a surprise that, among those nethers-deep in the American dating scene, there is a shared opinion that jerks do especially well with women. It’s neither a coincidence that this opinion has disseminated through the dank and vile with the same gusto that the overarching culture alternately chest thumps and whimpers its way toward a new norm of masculinized women and feminized men.
All one need do is peruse the SJW oeuvre on the usual striver media outlets for accumulating evidence of an epidemic of low T faggotry sweeping through Millennial manlets. Men, White men mostly, have become cringing, feminist boilerplate reciting, race cucked suck-ups to every group making a claim against their impudent White male privilege.
Opposing this gathering effeminacy are the women, who seem hellbent to secure the blessings of frat bro licentiousness to themselves and their twerking posteriors. No one seriously argues that megaphony feminists aren’t mostly a collection of ugly manjaws with masculine behavioral profiles. But there remained hope that screeching feminist stridency was a niche market, leaving the wider society unscathed.
That hope may be premature, if vagnettes like this one recounted by Jonathan Haidt, the popularizer of the five moral senses that distinguish shitlibs from normals, are indicative of scenes across the fruitless plains.
Mean girls and cowed boys. A sure recipe for sexlessness and false rape accusations, leavened with romantic entreaties for pre-kiss consent forms and Title IX Damegeld.
This is the manginarrific milieu the amused jerkboy find himself navigating. And if he is perceptive, he’ll know this means his time is now.
How so? Think about the CH maxim that the best way to understand women is first to accept the disconnect between their words and actions. When leaned-in careerist tankgrrls shriek against slut shaming, the patriarchy, and phalloaggressions, as sycophantic eunuchs scrape and bow before the clitdick juggernaut, these women are really projecting a mournful need for the ministrations of the very type of men they hold up as exemplars of chauvinist misogyny.
The weakness and effeminacy of the males around them is the very triggering (or one such triggering) that impels women to lash out at men in the aggregate; and, as is the wont of the supremely rationalizing sex, to lash out specifically at a fantasy simulacrum of the exciting, dangerous, sexually irresistible badboy who is regrettably missing from their alpha-parched lives.
The charismatic jerkboy will stand out as a sexual savior from among this melange of mewling manboobs. His product, so rare and valuable in a sexual market saturated with softies, will be sought after with a vengeance by economically self-sufficient and urban heat island-anonymized women intoxicated to apoonplexy from the merest whiff of unapologetic, sexually entitled alpha maleness.
We are currently living in an environment that is amplifying women’s desire for jerks. What was once a latent female lust, controllable with the proper societal and peer inputs, for the ZFG jerk has exploded into a delirious hunger that no social control, even if it was available and willing to be deployed, could possibly dampen now.
Women HATE HATE HATE weak men, with the same passionate revulsion that men HATE HATE HATE uglyfat women. Of course, few women have the cognitive awareness or discipline, or the sadistic stones, to come right out and say they hate male weakness, so they engage in a little of the ol’ ultratransference of their negative feelings onto socially approved targets of hate, i.e., sexy patriarchal jerkboys.
So every time there’s a public showing where beta manlets once again perform down to feminist lapdog expectations, the howl of women for the heads of wished-for patriarchs on spikes intensifies. And, every time an amused jerkboy steps into this chaos to plunder the down under, he walks away from the scene of his 50 shades of crime glowingly reviewed by those very same shrews. In fact, his pleasure vessels might send him a post-cortical thank you note for his efforts to restore their faith in mankind.
Lesson for aspiring jerkboys: Stop paying attention to what women say, and start giving them what they truly, deeply, want. Your journey begins on your feet, instead of at hers.
Shiloh is very fetching. I like the look she's going for here. Kind of a cross between tradlass and gothgirl. Sultry temptress of the harvest?
Anyhow, I notice she has prudently covered her arm sleeve tats. Like it or not, people judge on that stuff. Shiloh shows smarts and savvy by playing to the sympathies of the courtroom, or at least avoiding the possibility of anyone in the courtroom making negative snap judgements about her.
I hope she is freed from this grotesque railroading and then goes on to sue the state for millions. I hear the jury is mostly women. If it's a bunch of nigs, she's doomed. If it's middle-aged or unattractive liberal White women, she might be equally screwed. Women can be quite spiteful toward their sexual competition.
White crime stats are inflated with this racial category switcheroo to demoralize Whites, and beaner crime stats are reduced to leave the impression that the beaner invasion is not increasing crime in the US.
Orcas are the world's apex predator. They wear dead salmon as hats. They drape seal intestines over their fins for fun. They hunt great white sharks so ruthlessly that the sharks flee their natural hunting grounds. They play with their food.....in a thousand bits. Literally. Orcas have been known to ram large fish so hard that the prey explodes. The buffet line is open for the whole orca family!
Intelligent, sociable, merciless killers who toy with lesser creatures. The Orca should be on the White Ethnostate flag of the future.
The jewniparty desperately wants mass amnesty. The only reason they haven't yet pulled the trigger on it is because neither side of the jewniparty wants to take the blame for it. So a game is being played where Dems get to whine about immigrant rights and Repubs get to complain about the criminal element while each side quietly searches for the right softening rheoric and the opportune time to agree to an amnesty.
As usual, Whites are left without any real representation.
True, race-mixing is actually a little bit more common among White men than it is among White women. The differences are notable, however.
White women tend to miscegenate with nonwhite species that are far from the White norm, eg negroes, jeets, dune coons, and the blacker spics.
White men more typically miscegenate with whiter-Latinas and with Orientals. This is not quite as repugnant to the White senses, although it is still inferior to same-race coupling.
The other big difference is a consequence of the biology of each sex. When White men miscegenate, they don't get pregnant. They can conceivably knock up White women side pieces or return to White women to make White babies.
In sharp contrast, when White women miscegenate, they get pregnant and are out of the mate market for a long time (nine months plus a few years they spend all their energy raising the monstrous infant or toddler). A White woman pregnant with a mixed-race abomination cannot just go and have a White baby with a White man. Worse, when she births the frizzbomb, the presence of it will actively turn off White men, robbing her of yet more opportunities to redeem herself by snagging a White man.
Consequently, many years of her fertility are sacrificed and she suffers a much larger opportunity cost to have a White baby than would be the case for a race-mixing White man.
It strikes modrens as unfair, but these are sociobiological realities, and Nature does not care about our ideas of fairness. A woman's womb is simply more precious to the tribe than is a man's sperm.
The direction of causation runs both ways. In sexual politics, it takes two to tango. That's what makes the problem so seemingly intractable. White men and women must meet in the middle, or it won't work out. Women have to show loyalty (sexual and racial fidelity). Men have to show strength (hierarchical dominance and social supremacy).
The catch is that the entire societal machinery of Weimerica has made it impossible and downright dangerous for White men to tap into those masculine virtues, while it has made it exceedingly easy and personally beneficial for White women to abandon their virtues.
White women will not get White men's strength until White men are assured White women's loyalty.
This is the bind. My suggestion: Name and shame the White woman race traitors. Women respond to mockery and to social shunning. It will be more effective if the shaming coomes from other White women, but any bit of shaming will help.
Ultimately, the jewish control of our racial mythos and public discourse will have to be dismantled for White women to fully heal from their self-destruction indoctrination.
