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Steve Sailer unearths video of presidential candidate and ur-cuckservative George W Bush deriding “racial profiling” and calling for less scrutiny of Arab airline passengers eleven months before 9/11. Attaboy, W! For this, Steve earns the Shiv of the Week (sharing the shiv with MPC).

Trump, are you reading? Are your people reading? This is what’s known as GAME SET MATCH for your side. You win. Take every opportunity to shove this inconvenient truth into the plush betaBush faces, and make the entire Hivemind equalist leftoid apparatus and Cuckservatism, Inc. squirm with discomfort.

In related clown world news, a swarm of callow female Canadians and their manlet Cacucks elected a vapid shell entity multikultist, who loves foreigners more than he loves his fellow White neighbors, to lead their country further down the browntown shitter. This cipher, Trudeau, fabulously adores hijab-covered muslims so much he wants to import millions of them and preside over oath-swearing ceremonies that resemble a Charlie Brown Halloween costume party if Charlie Brown was a spiteful, backward ingrate committed to the creation of a worldwide caliphate.

Are we in clown world or the lunatic asylum? Ahmud the hoax bomb maker (yes, the nerdo and his fifth column CAIRhead parents knew what they were doing) was warmly received by president Butt Naked to participate in a ritualistic war dance becoming all-too-common nowadays: the celebration of another victory in the gleeful extirpation of Whites from their American cultural birthright.

Oh, and Butt Naked wants to take in thousands of Syrian refugees swindlers and no doubt resettle them in the Whitest parts of America. You know, as a lesson for the others still laboring under the delusion that their Diversity™-free neighborhood is safe from enrichment.

American Whites need to know EXACTLY what all this signifies. It is nothing less than CULTURAL GENOCIDE against White Americans, and White Men in particular. And, if left unchallenged, the ANTI-WHITE CULTURAL GENOCIDE will soon turn into an ACTUAL ANTI-WHITE GENOCIDE, red with the spilled hatreds and perfected vengeance of the degenerate freak mafia.

A hefty part of the reason for the high divorce rate has to do with the female version of marital abandonment: obesity.

When a girlfriend or wife gets fat and, ERGO, unattractive to her boyfriend or husband, she has in effect CHECKED OUT of the relationship. (Much like a man who has taken up drink or stopped attending to his woman’s emotional needs has checked out of their relationship.)

The fatted distaff no longer places any value on pleasing her man, and it should surprise no one with integrity that men who have been abandoned by their partners in this way (through a total refutation of the legitimacy of their male-specific desires) react by withdrawing themselves, setting up a reinforcing feedback loop that dooms the relationship.

I bring this up because recently America, fuck yeah! (re)assumed the number one spot on the worldwide obesity charts. Some of this girth increase is the negative externality of the steezer invasion, but not all. White women are getting fatter, too.

Here’s a photo contrasting a typical US school lunch with a typical Finnish school lunch:

Yes, that is a monster chocolate chip cookie in the upper left of the USA lunch tray. And for those wondering, that unidentifiable factory meat constituting the main US course is fried chicken nuggets.

PS: Game can save relationships (and marriages) because it will give men the skills to seduce better (read: thinner) quality women, which will have benefits — both individual and societal — that accrue for years after the first heady tumble in the sack.

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Reader Benson adds,

The combination of the obesity epidemic and American women complaining about men’s “unrealistic expectations” really chaps me.

American women have it easier than anywhere in the world. Because there are so many fatsos, by just not being morbidly obese, an American woman can put herself in the top 50% of women looks-wise.

Being a healthy, optimal BMI puts her in the top 25%. And if she can manage to be 5 lbs under ideal weight, she is practically guaranteed to be the hottest woman in most rooms.

But even with bar set all the way down to “just don’t be fat”, American women can’t clear it.

Worse, they act like they are angry that they are expected to try.

Benson is right. According to the fundamental premise, men will, as a sex, have to put more work into attracting a mate than the work that women will have to do to attract a mate. (To their advantage, men have far more avenues to increase their SMV than do women, who simply have youth and beauty, and to a lesser extent femininity and faithfulness, to barter.)

Fatted distaffs who bitch about men’s expectations have no idea how little comparative effort they need to make to meet the expectations of the opposite sex. Yet another reason why feminist idiocy and fat apologia are corrosive to societal well-being.

Donald Trump Game

Invoke the Trump for the Hump!

How powerfully alpha is future President Donald Motherfucking Trump? You can can laid by channeling his mojo and slapping shitlib hos upside the vajflaps with the invocation of his name.

Eric Wilson writes,

So, I’m on a date a couple of nights ago. Had seen this girl quite a bit about 6 mos ago, she cut it off then asked if I wanted to grab a drink before she moves to France. She’s super liberal, so we are talking about exciting acts or shows or people we’d like to see or did see.

Me: There’s only one person that I would go crazy to see right now, but I can’t tell you, cause you’d just walk out the door.
Her: Now you have to tell me.
Me: Nope. Can’t do it.
Her: Ok, how about if I tell you one really embarrassing one from when I was a kid? I got super excited to see the Jonas Brothers.
Me: Fair enough, Donald Trump is mine.

She about fell on the floor and was so flustered, she didn’t know what to do. Although it was funny. She started out almost angry and by the end she was kind of rationalizing my choice in politicians to herself.

If a girl has become attracted to you, she will rationalize your penchant for keeping the bodies of craven manlets under the floorboards.

She had to teach school in the morning so I walk her to her car, give her a kiss.

Me: How does it feel?
Her: How does what feel?
Me: Kissing someone who’s a yuuuuge Donald Trump fan?
Her: *tingle explosion*

Later that night she texts me saying how great it was to see me etc. etc.

I call it Donald Trump game.

Make Vaginas Wet Again. Vote Donald Trump.

PS: Trump’s alphazoom knows no speed limit, stops for no one, and rolls on for the journey as much as for the destination. Here he is yet again demonstrating mastery over the game concept known as “Agree&Amplify”.

The Game Quickie is a new series created with the flickering screen-addicted ADHD scatterbrain in mind. This is for those of you who don’t have the slow eye to make sweet sweet love to a longer game post.

When a girl — a stranger or a loose acquaintance or even a girlfriend — compliments you, the proper response is one infused with self-entitled expectation.

Corollary: the worst response is one which sounds like you think compliments from women are rare and therefore novel and exciting to your senses, or that any compliment from a girl deserves a compliment in kind from you.

So, let’s say a girl tells you that you have a good body (any compliment will do here). The wrong (read: beta) replies include:

An ebullient “Thanks!”

“Wow, you’re the first to tell me that!”

“Really? I’m flattered!”

“You’ve made my day.”

“And you have a good body, too.”

Feigned humbleness. “Aw, really, it’s nothing. I’ve been working out lately.”

“You’re too kind.”

“Women never say stuff like that to me. Thanks!” (yes, I’ve heard betas say this, and it is cringeworthy)

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Instead, act like women flatter you all the time (and it has made you jaded). The right (read: alpha) responses:

A flatly-intoned “thanks”.

A smirk.

Nothing.

There should always be an air of expectation in your words and behavior in response to a woman treating you well, which she will perceive as your habituation to the romantic attentions of women through your life. A womb-weary ennui enshrouds the man who has “heard and seen it all before” from women, and this communicates a challenge that no woman who thinks highly of her offering will be able to resist taking on.

When mom and dad are out walking about with their teenage-early 20s daughter, something I’ve noticed a lot is the way the daughter will ostentatiously flirt with me (not a teenager), even to the edge of vulgar leering, right under the noses of her parents. Some of the sloppiest, most provocative eye fucking I’ve received has been from barely legal babes wedged in between parents while out for a stroll.

(This is a good time to head off at the pass the usual cunterie of disingenuous, slanderous feminist fugs and their white knight manlet lapdogs: “barely legal” refers to teenage or very young-looking early 20s women who have assumed the full suite of secondary sexual characteristics and who possess a womanly form of narrow waist, pert tits, and firm ass that would excite any psychologically healthy man with a functioning libido.)

Why this is I can only guess. Maybe teen girls in the brightest bloom of their ripening womanhood feel a devilish compulsion to test the boundaries of their feminine power over older men when that power is at its zenith but still, ostensibly, under the authority of their parents. Freud was a crackpot but some of his insights have merit, and a Freudian take on this would say that the teenage nymphet subconsciously desires to exert the same power over high status men that she perceives her mother exerts over her father. She is “feeling her oats”.

Anyhow, as a matter of course, if the girleen is stunning enough to suit my tastes, I won’t hesitate to volley back a daringly lascivious smirk, maybe to unsettle her from her perch of power paid for by her parents’ presence, and then, as an orbed forewarning, meet her dad’s eye with a balefully shaming squint. It is required.

PS:

The Hivemind Narrative Chart

A useful chart that tells you whom to blame when your shitlib social status is challenged by adherence to the proper context for the latest viral news story.

Programming note: I prefer the term “hivemind” to “media” because the former encompasses the full spectrum of thought self-regulation that pervades almost every aspect of current American social life.

Constantine VII, a 10th Century Byzantine Emperor wrote the following:

For each nation has different customs and divergent laws and institutions, and should consolidate those things that are proper to it, and should form and develop out of the same nation the associations for the fusion of its life. For just as each animal mates with its own tribe, so it is right that each nation should marry and cohabit not with those of other race and tongue but of the same tribe and speech. For hence arise naturally harmony of thought and intercourse among one another and friendly converse and living together; but alien customs and divergent laws are likely on the contrary to engender enmities and quarrels and hatreds and broils, which tend to beget not friendship and association but spite and division.

AKA Diversity + Proximity = War.

Reader tanabear remarks,

Can anyone honestly disagree with above statement? It was true a 1,000 years ago. It is true today.

No one can honestly disagree with Constantine’s timeless truth, but America’s fruited planes writhe with treacherous vipers who find it as easy to lie and beguile as to slither away for cover when the sunlight strikes them bare.

The Chateau COPROP resource is regularly updated with new counter-propaganda weaponry to neutralize and destroy the equalist leftoid anti-White meme machine.

Courtesy of MPC, a thread dedicated to “realtalking image macros for shitlords”. A few choice samples:

There are many more great examples of Realtalk COPROP at the link. I really enjoy the appropriation of shitlib language in this png street art that is sure to drive the right sorts of flaming iphags insane in the memebrain. For that, CH awards MPC the Shiv of the Week. Tip it with venom and wield it with style.

It’s time to take the war to the enemy (which probably means somewhere up their asses, the only battlefield with which the enemy is well-acquainted).

The Son Becomes The Satyr

How soon should you teach your sons well… the art of game?

Reader Sentient infers that establishing good Game habits in your son early in life will pay dividends later when there’s a lot more at stake.

when in doubt – just act. A bias towards action sets you up as alpha. Be dynamic.

There are two little boys – 3rd grade say. They both enjoy looking at the long blonde hair of little Sally. One boy pulls her hair (and probably tells her she is stupid). Which one is miles ahead of the other?

Fast forward to Freshman year in college… Both boys are there, looking at the shapely Jane at the bar. Which boy goes up to her? Who is miles ahead of the other by doing so?

When in doubt – be dynamic…

“A bias towards action.” In the realm of seduction, this is a good rule to live by. Half of a woman’s attraction is bound up in her waiting for a man to take the initiative and say something. That is, a woman will feel a surge of attraction for a man who boldly imposes himself on her, and does so skillfully, with women’s particular courtship needs in mind.

It’s good fathering to instill these habits of masculine impudence in your son during his formative years, before he hits high school and is thrust into the machinery of the sexual market, which will grind him to dust if he’s ill-prepared for the reality of female nature and romantic rejection or, worse, misinformed about the machine’s programming and liable to punch in the wrong launch code.

In practice, this means teaching your young son a PG-rated version of Game. Encourage his playground antics. Explain to him that girls are different than boys, and love to be challenged, teased, and offended. Tell him that reckless action always beats thoughtful inaction when it’s a girl’s heart he wants to win.

It won’t take much prodding. Children absorb wisdom like a sponge. Even a little guidance will make a big difference later. Then, leaving behind an innocent childhood spent pulling girls’ ponytails, he’ll be off to college, sparing not more than a minute to sidle up to that cutie in orientation to tell her he’s majoring in breaking hearts.

A lot of the familiar Game techniques we know as adults are retrofitted capers emblematic of childhood. In the adult reformulation, the unsolicited physicality is tempered, and the flirty taunts are raised a reading level or two (but not too much). We can learn much about seduction from the carefree ZFG of children, but we as experienced womanizers can also return the favor and help our boys struggling with embryonic self-doubts to locate and fully express their natural God-given boyness.

A man was in a Massachusetts park, holding a camera and taking a stroll. A woman got the vapors from this horrible sight, and called the cops to tell them there was a pedophile stalking children. SIX cops surrounded the man and questioned him for twenty minutes, before letting him go. He wrote an open letter to the fevered bitch who wanted to criminalize his existence.

Dear Neighbor,

Yesterday was a beautiful day, I think you will agree. I decided to take a short walk from my house on Hamilton Street to Dana Park, which I have been coming to almost daily since 1989, the year my son was born. As I often do, I brought my camera, sat on a bench for about 10 minutes, did one lap around the park and headed home.

I had barely gotten across the street when three police cars pulled up: I was told to stop, and swiftly surrounded by six policemen. I was “detained” there for approximately 20 minutes and questioned; another officer returned to the park to find out why you had called them.

My suspected crime, apparently, was having a camera in a public park, and allegedly taking pictures of children. As it turned out, I had taken no pictures that day. But I have been photographing in this neighborhood for 30 years, and have published a children’s book of poems and photographs, always with permission.

The policeman returned and wanted to see my “flip phone,” and then asked me if I knew how he knew I had a flip phone: I didn’t. He knew, he told me, because the woman who called the police had taken a picture of ME, sitting on the bench, and shown him the picture. They then took away my phone, scrolled through the few pictures that were on it.

They continued to hover around me asking questions. As it happened, I was standing near the house where my son now lives, and when my wife appeared, walking down the street after work, and saw me standing in front of his house with six policemen, she instantly feared something terrible had happened to our son. She was shaking, and I explained the situation. She is an English teacher at Cambridge Rindge and Latin School; I am a college professor of English. Our son spent much of the first 15 years of his life in Dana Park.

You must be new in the neighborhood. I am often in the park, on foot or on a bike, talking to friends who have children who play in the playground. I know you were standing very near to me for the entire time I was on the bench, though I could not figure out why. Now I know: you were taking my picture.

Suggestion: the next time you suspect someone is up to no good, perhaps you should say hello, speak to them first and, if still anxious, ask what they are taking pictures of. That’s what people do in a neighborhood park: talk to each other. This would save someone the humiliation and degradation of being stopped and held by the police, and might save the police from wasting their time when they could be doing something more useful, like managing the daily mayhem in Central Square.

The fact that you now have my picture in your phone is both sadly ironic and, well, creepy. Could you please delete it?

Your neighbor,

David Updike, Hamilton Street

I’m convinced Americans are currently living through a second Puritan age, and our witch burners are feminists, SJWs, antiracists, and TV talk show snarkmeisters.

Meanwhile, skulking Somalis stream into Maine and Minneapolis. Welcome to anarcho-tyranny. Jefferson wept.

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Reader Tacitus James writes,

Writing a reasonable letter to a hyper-alarmist egg layer? You might as well try to talk reason to the egg itself. No, the problem we have in our culture is closer to the police on up, especially the men. We are allowing this to happen by reacting submissively to the hyper-alarmist cries of the uteruti. Women will cry, accuse, lie, and manipulate — it is their nature. The movement, our movement, will reach it’s apex when these unsubstantiated cries are met with the skepticism they deserve. The present authorities allow these injustices to happen. We allow these injustices to happen.The police, the law makers–when we finally succeed, they will be the object of our reprimands.

Don’t take women seriously. Where have we heard that sterling advice before? *prepares to preen*

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