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The Wall In Song

Sep 24th, 2015 by

Via reader Red Eleven, a 1996 outtake of bluesy female singer Eva Cassidy cooing the song “Tall Trees in Georgia”, a somber folk tune about The Wall.

Tall trees in Georgia,
They grow so high
They shade me so
And sadly walking
Through the thicket I go

The sweetest love I ever had
I left aside
Because I did not want
To be any man’s bride
But now I’m older
And married I would be
I found my sweetheart
But he would not marry me

When I was younger
The boys all came around
But now I’m older
And they’ve all settled down
Control your mind my girl
And give your heart to one
For if you love all men
You’ll be surely left with none

Tall trees in Georgia,
They grow so high
They shade me so
And sadly walking
Through the thicket I go

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sniff. I’m all choked up like Boehner when his daughter first brought home her rasta boyfriend.

With rare exceptions, a song like “Tall Trees in Georgia”, about a woman’s precious few peak pulchritude years on this earth and the risks of riding the cock carousel, would not get recorded or promoted today.

Post-1990, female singers became strident, bitchy, and vengeful, rarely missing an opportunity to slip quasi-radfem and penis-resenting talking points in their lyrics. Before then, their songs’ themes were vulnerable, feminine, and filled with genuine affection for, and loving exasperation with, men.

Feminine women are unafraid to confront the realities of the sexual market. Their femininity and trust in the good of most men allows them the psychological room to be honest artists, telling it like it really is for women. Unfeminine women like we have today, full of sound and fury and marbled fat, are so enraged with their lot in life and with the men who, unsurprisingly, keep letting them down, that they have no psychological space left to explore themes and tell of experiences that might put them in an unflattering light. When you are a loser, or you feel like a loser, you struggle hard against admitting flaws in yourself and against inherent, immutable unfairness in “society” and in the human condition.

This, btw, is how you know the bravado of aggro sixth wave tankgrrls is a smelly crotch of shit. Bravado in women is especially off-putting, because everyone instinctively knows that this is a pose struck by bitter harpies who can’t afford even a tiny bit of introspection. When a feminist loser peers into the abyss, she gets sucked all the way down to the bottomless void.

So what happened around 1990? GenX and Millennials happened. That’s one thing. Another is that the dynamic of the sexual market changed. It turned coarser and sluttier (in proclamation if not in actual PIV) and more marriage-averse (age of first marriage for men and women has been steadily increasing for decades). CH has explored this theme many times in previous posts, but I’ll quickly summarize the working hypothesis:

When men are denied their deepest desire — sex and romance with a cute slender young woman — they become embittered and prone to dropping out.

When women are denied their deepest desire — romance and family with a strong, charming, admired man — they become embittered and prone to lashing out.

The sexual market we have today is one that, incredibly, manages to deny men and women both of their deepest desires. Men are deplored and effeminate, withdrawing to pron and Halo 19. Women are desperate and aggressively slutty, obese, and ill-mannered, withdrawing to tumblrrea and fifty shades of sadistic billionaire cock.

I expect this state of no affairs to reach a breaking point within the next five years, to be replaced by lucifer knows what, but probably something worse thanks to the added spice of open borders and the Randi Lee Harperization of American culture.

PS The stereotype is true: Southron women are earthier and more “real” than Northron women. The branches reaching skyward from Albion’s seed slung heavier in the South.

Posted in Inner Beauty, Music, Ugly Truths, Videos | 107 Comments »

“Putin to Berlin, Merkel to Siberia!”

Sep 24th, 2015 by

Via:

WAKE UP WHI…. oh. I see you are starting to rouse from your slumber. (opens blinds) It’s morning in Europa.

PS The Germans are an “in it to win it” race. That means they pursue their social movements to the extremes. When Germans turn multicultural liberal, they’re the biggest poz-pushers on the planet. When they turn back… well, you get the picture.

PPS The globocorp elite have come right out and announced they want to dispossess Whites from their homelands. Quoting Peter Sutherland, Goldman Sachs executive and an actual (not euphemistic) Scots-Irish (!): “[The EU should] do its best to undermine the homogeneity of its member states.” If this isn’t treason worthy of the rope, I don’t know what is. Skewering White babies over an open fire pit and feeding the third world hordes the charred bits?

PPPS Donald Trump is half-German (anglicized “Drumpf”).

Posted in Hope and Change, Videos | 125 Comments »

Leftoids Make Tentative Incursion On Final Taboo

Sep 23rd, 2015 by

A long time ago, the now-defunct Chateau Heartiste Twatter, censored on trumped-up charges by an obese bluehair, contained within its trove of 140 character bits of wisdom a prophecy, if you will, that the legal sanctification of gay marriage would inevitably and assuredly lead to the decriminalization and eventual social acceptance of a satanic host of other abnormal arrangements, including polygamy, polyamory, bestiality, cuckoldry fetishism, and… yes… pedophilia.

(Searching for this prophetic tweet is now impossible, so you’ll have to take my word for it.)

Twatter readers, red pillers all of them, nevertheless could not accept the CH prediction of the eventuality of pedophilia as necessarily consequent from the social and legal embrace of the gay marriage trojan condom. Those other CH predictions of glorious cultural progress – polygamy, polyamory, bestiality, cuckoldry fetishism – seemed so much more plausible to them than that there would ever be a time when the people would become so depraved that twisted rationalizations for pedophilia come as easy to them as rationalizations for gay marriage come to them today.

WELP.

I’m a pedophile, but not a monster.

I’m attracted to children but unwilling to act on it. Before judging me harshly, would you be willing to listen?

Another CH prophecy heralding the dawn of Shitlibistan coming true right before your eyes. No need to wait for this one, either. The right side of history operates on a compressed time schedule.

You have to be made of stern stuff to broach the topic of pedophilia —

true pedophilia, not that phony “pedophilia” of which dumbfuck disingenuous, aging hag fat feminists accuse straight men for the sin of possessing a normal healthy male sexuality and being attracted to adolescent women with the full suite of secondary sexual characterisitcs

— without surrendering to an automatic, and psychologically healthy, reflux disgorging the nature of the topic from your thought channels. We’re not going to discuss the neurobiological possibility of pedophilia — a possibility which may exist but if so merely warrants that “sufferers” are absconded to the icy wastelands with extreme prejudice so their urges can never be made corporeal — but instead prefer to focus on the leftoid reaction to the neurobiological possibility of pedophilia, which creates a powerful cognitive dissonance because the vile nature of pedophiles rubs against the two predominant moral senses of liberals: fairness and harm avoidance.

What is the sensitive, tolerant, open-minded, GoodWhite liberal to do? If pedophiles “can’t help it” — just like gays can’t help it — then is it not imperative that “society” (aka the CisWhite Privilege Zone) accept them for who they are, be more fair toward them, and reduce any discriminatory and exclusionary harm against them? But children can’t consent, right? Oh dear oh my this is a pickle, frets the shitlib. But if this is the pedophile’s nature and he is proud of who he is (just like fatties and trannies are rightly proud of who they are), asks the feminist, shouldn’t he have the right to be free of the patriarchy’s judgment?

The fretting is on full display in that Salon article’s comment section, where you can practically see the smoke coming out of all those liberals’ ears as one moral abstraction exercise after another fries their androgyne circuits, and their rationalization hamsters spin themselves into an oblivion of scattered tufts of fur.

What you are witnessing is the first tentative equalist leftoid incursion on the final Western cultural taboo. Most shitlibs aren’t quite ready to “go there” yet, but their pained and labyrinthine babble betrays a weakness within them to abandon this distinctly conservative moral objection against any form of pedophilia acceptance. Leftoids know, even if they won’t admit it now while the taboo is still powerful, that absent no-nonsense authority figures to stop them from indulging their worst instincts they will eventually find their way to pedophilia nonjudgmentalism.

The problem now for leftoids becomes, “Well, if we draw a judgmental line in the sand at pedophlia, that will open the discourse to drawing judgmental lines in the sand for a lot of other misfit paraphilias that we have championed for the past sixty or more years. Do we dare provide support for this last taboo and risk the edifice of our entire lost world crashing down upon us?”

And there we discover the leftoid’s underbelly: her nonjudgmentalism. What a caustic, deranged, demonic philosophy is nonjudgmentalism, that one day soon it will be put to the project of normalizing the vilest freaks in the human panoply. It is already underway: faggotry, obesity, ugliness, stupidity, sluttery, single mommery… even antipathy to racial self-preservation!… are being normalized from the center outward by the nonjudgmentalism anti-matter philosophy that motivates equalist leftoids.

Leftoids are toddlers in lumpy adult bodies. They throw tantrums over the stupidest shit, and if you cave to their demands just to make the noise stop they learn that throwing tantrums is a profitable way to get what they want. Like toddlers, leftoids need to be sternly admonished, and sometimes SPAKNED, into submission. Truth is, most leftoids have a secret inner submissive begging for a strong patriarchy to set strict boundaries on their behavior.

“I’m a pedophile, please hear my story.”

Brace yourselves, because the blowback to our emerging Weimerica is shaping up to be violently spectacular.

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Speaking of gaypedofaces, this is totally unsurprising: The cucks at National Review have more sympathy and understanding for avowed pedophiles than they do for “white nationalists” and “nativists”.

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Commenter GW reminds leftoids of the consequences of their chosen morality,

If a child can “choose” their gender, they can “consent” to sexual relations with an adult.

These kinds of obvious contradictions in leftoid thought should keep them twisted into pretzels trying to defend themselves, but unfortunately the leftoids’ authorized opposition is controlled and cucked and castrated, and so they will never be called out in the way they should. Except at this humble outpost, Chateau Heartiste. Where the calling out of leftoids is accompanied by a shiv sharp enough to vivisect their polluted ids.

Posted in Goodbye America, Pretty Lies, The Id Monster, Ugly Truths | 325 Comments »

Should Struggling Seducers Practice On Hot Babes Or Plain Janes?

Sep 22nd, 2015 by

It’s a perennial question among aspiring skirt-chasers:

Should the novice seducer cut his teeth on hot babes or ease into the womanizer’s ways on less intimidating plain janes? It’s the “stepping stone” theory versus the “immersion therapy” theory, and there are equal numbers of advocates for each model.

CH take: On paper, the Hot Babe Immersion Theory is more sound than the Plain Jane Stepping Stone Theory, but in practice I think it has some limitations which I will discuss below.

Reader themanofmystery2 gives the best argument in favor of Hot Babe Immersion,

CH, what do you think about this approach for newbies? I’m teaching my late-teens cousins this tactic.

Find the hottest women in every situation, and ONLY APPROACH THEM. they are likely to produce the most anxiety, but there is no substitute for logging the time and experience. Every minute spend chatting up a 10 makes you more skilled at chatting up a 10. The conversation itself should be the goal, just to log the hours. Get on the fucking bike and fall off a few times. Skip past the training wheels.

Benefits:

1. If you score, it’s a fucking home run and confidence builder
2. If you get rejected, there’s no shame in getting rejected by a 10. Happens to the best of us.
3. 9s and 10s, for various reasons espoused here and elsewhere in the manosphere, tend to have sweeter dispositions and are approached less than 6s, 7s, and 8s. This results in less Bitch Backturns.

The logic appears airtight. “If you want to get better at seducing hot babes, you’ve gotta talk to hot babes.”

And all three benefits themanofmystery2 describes are valid: successfully seducing a hot babe is a confidence boost on par with closing a multi-million dollar deal, the rejection won’t sting as much, and HB8s, 9s, and 10s are less antagonistic than 6s and 7s, the latter’s shitty attitudes effected in no small part by the greater number of low value men hitting on them (because they think they have a chance).

No argument there. HOWEVER… based on what I’ve sometimes seen happen in the field with my struggling friends who skip past the dross and head straight to the frothy top-cream, there are some drawbacks to following the Hot Babe Immersion Therapy protocol that aren’t immediately apparent to classroom analysis.

Some negative feedback loops in the Hot Bab Immersion Therapy model:

  • a very inexperience man will find it exceedingly difficult to maintain state control in the interactive presence of a very beautiful woman.

You can lead a beta to a beauty, but you can’t force the beta to talk to her without loading his pants. Shock and awe may be a lethal military strategy, but in the sexual market it’s usually the beta male standing there shocked and awed into stupefaction by a dazzling beauty. For a beta like this, it’s simply a better strategy to overcome tingle-killing social awkwardness with practice on girls who don’t fry his brain, and then move on to hotter women as his state control skill improves.

  • hitting on the hottest babes is sometimes used by goofy betas as a cheat code for avoiding putting real effort into the seduction.

There’s a temptation among some of the more extroverted betas to unseriously hit on hot babes, and then take their blue ball home and claim victory. If this beta had instead hit on a less outrageously alien prospect like a plain jane, it would be harder for him to rationalize potential rejection as a “waddaya expect?” ego assuaging ploy. Unlike the afterglow of a happy post-HB9 perp walk that he would enjoy, he won’t be able to walk away empty-handed from an HB6 without feeling a little bit like a failure. And that’s what will spur him to make the necessary changes.

  • there’s a risk that the beta confuses friendly but asexual politeness from a hot babe for seduction progress.

This paradox was noted above. The hot babe will often be a more pleasant prospect to talk to at first because she won’t have as many bitch shields deployed as will the lesser women who must bat away the entreaties of all sorts of loser men. The very UNAPPROACHABLE HOTNESS of the hot babe protects her from unwanted beta and omega male solicitations. This is great for padawan betas who want practice chit chatting with hot babes, but there’s an insidious undertow: that hot babe’s affability is also likely to be misconstrued by novice casanovas lacking the acumen to distinguish sexually intrigued IOIs from polite friendliness. The risk of this happening with plain janes is obviously lower, because any attention from these mediocre girls that falls short of massaging your crotch bulge isn’t likely to stimulate overeager appraisals of reciprocated romantic interest.

  • hot babes are often nice babes, and that’s not necessarily a good thing for the novice seducer.

A hot babe hasn’t cultivated an air of nastiness or defensiveness like her more attainable sisters, so she’ll have a harder time turning up the volume on turning down a no-game-having, insistent beta male. The hot babe’s false acceptance of the socially clumsy beta can lead him to commit all sorts of cringing faux pas as he begins to believe he really has a shot with her. When she does snap and lower the boom, it will hit him like a ton of bricks, because he wasn’t expecting it. In the meantime, he will have learned nothing and his seduction skill will not have made any improvement. In contrast, the beta male can expect more shit tests, teasing, aggressiveness, qualifying, and token resistance from plain janes. Surmounting these common female obstacles will do more to hone his pickup skill than polite head-nodding from super nice hot babes.

  • hot babes almost ALWAYS have men in their lives. Plain janes often don’t. The rookie rogerer has, all else equal, a better crack at unclaimed crack.

The goal is sex, and sometimes even love. You can practice on hot babes and watch their faces glow with curiosity, but if they are taken that’s just one extra hurdle (a tall one) that you’ll have to jump if a bedroom finishing move is more than just an abstraction in your head. Getting ACTUAL NOTCHES under your belt will go a long way to boosting your confidence major, and as long as you don’t dip below some female attractiveness threshold that matters to you, then a sweaty night with an HB7 will pay more psychological dividends than a sexless night chatting up an HB9 for an hour. Now, this doesn’t mean you have to stay at that middling level; it means only that it helps to get to SOME level if you want to advance to higher levels.

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Despite everything I’ve just written about the benefits to remedial lotharios of practicing on plain janes, I say there is room on the practice pitch for spectacular, high risk shots on goal. My advice is to mix it up. Hit on the plain janes and the hot babes. The honest feedback from the former will rapidly improve your game, while the effort spent on the latter will slowly inure you to their intoxicating beauty. Until, one day, the exquisite beauties become your daily bread.

And, in the meantime, a bonus: when the plainer girls see you flirting with the hot babes, they’ll be a LOT more receptive to your company when you decide to give them a chance. There’s nothing better than a fully lubed seduction.

Posted in Game, Girls, Psy Ops, Rules of Manhood | 124 Comments »

Ahmed Made A Hoax Bomb

Sep 22nd, 2015 by

This is a great video getting at the truth of the Ahmud hoax bomb story out of Texas that the mainstream Hivemind neglected to fully investigate (or did investigate but concealed the anti-Narrative facts from public knowledge).

Ahmud made a hoax bomb, he likely knew it looked exactly like a bomb that would frighten his teachers, the school was right to report the little shit to the cops, and his family are a bunch of fifth column CAIR agents who have a deep hatred for White Christian America and who obviously believed they could rely on the equalist leftoid media, and President Butt Naked along with his cackling sneering army of techworld oligarchs, to carry their antiracism message unquestioned to the masses for yet another round of anti-White brainwashing.

That about sums it up.

Oh, except for this:

WAKE UP WHITE MAN.

PS Stefan Molyneux has a non-shitlib.png face.

PPS Bring back physiognomy.

PPPS Photo of Syrian migrants desecrating graves in Serbia. This is all related.

Posted in Goodbye America, Ugly Truths, Videos | 214 Comments »

Beta Male Orbiter Pulls Out The Stops For His Oneitis, Is Rewarded With Public Humiliation

Sep 21st, 2015 by

A hopelessly lovelorn beta male high school junior hired a pilot to fly a black helicopter over his school’s football field to drop a stuffed animal via parachute with a message attached for the girl he loves. The message asked her to a school dance.

(More precisely, his father, (who should have known better), a senior official with US Customs and Border Protection, hired the pilot. He can’t close our nation’s borders but at least he can close the vaginal borders of the girl his son loves.)

The girl, a kicker for the high school football team

and future lesbian, responded to her suitor’s romantical betatude with the sort of shiv twist that only young women still familiarizing themselves with the extent of their power over horny teen boys are capable of delivering.

“He knew it was my senior year, and I’ve been asked some pretty creative ways before this,” said Victoria Burress, 17, a soccer player and kicker for the football team. “Everyone thinks that we like each other, but it’s not like that at all. It’s just unusual to be that close with a guy and to have him still do something nice for you.”

I bet you felt the sting of that through your screen.

This is the kind of female id napalm that burns so cruelly, that is so publicly humiliating, and is consequently so very illuminating as a lesson for other young men, that the Washington Post, man-hating feminist shitlib bastion, couldn’t bring itself to publish the boy’s name (the paper claims they couldn’t verify the boy’s involvement. yeah right).

High school is a time to make these sorts of mistakes, so it’s easy to forgive this fledgling beta his ignorance of women’s sexual natures and his self-defeating gamelessness. But if a strong alpha male authority figure doesn’t lead him to the light, he risks falling into soulkilling and incel-ifying beta male patterns that will make his dating journey over the years that much more perilous. The time for high school boys to BUSTAMOVE in the ways of women is sooner rather than later.

To the younger men reading CH and still finding their way through the thickets of the sexual market: you don’t want to be that try-hard, overeager, starry-eyed beta male, struck with a severe case of oneitis, who hears that scrotally deflating “but it’s not like that at all” from any girl you like. You want to avoid that at all costs. You want to be the man who hears instead from girls, “I hope he likes me back”.

You can be that man by welcoming the Rude Word of CH into your life.

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Commenter eyes open notices something funny in the girl’s quote:

It’s just unusual to be that close with a guy and to have him still do something nice for you.

eh?

Eh, too. My guess is the girl was misquoted or….

she unintentionally revealed a deep truth about the modern American dating market: girls don’t judge close friendships with boys based on how nice the boys are to them. Niceness isn’t a characteristic that girls value very highly as a measure of the closeness of their relationships.

Posted in Beta, Girls, Hope and Change, The Id Monster, Tool Time, Ugly Truths | 203 Comments »

Comment Of The Week: I Came Here To Punch And Chew Gum, And I’m Just About Outta Gum

Sep 20th, 2015 by

COTW winner is (and maybe for the first time?) regular ranter extraordinaire Matt King, giving his take on GOP presidential candidate Ben Carson and, by extension, the unmoored culture in which Carson’s rise is enabled.

He is a goddamn nagger. Next.

Please, white man, start speaking clearly.

The minute you start examining him beyond his race, you begin — ever so subtly — aiding and abetting the enemy. Maybe that’s not your preferred world, but that is the shitshow we have been given. I’m sure Uncle Ben is really nice. He might even be as smart as Thomas Sowell.

But we are in a fight to the death. All that matters is strength vs. weakness. That’s why Trump can be a secret socialist manchurian candidate for all I care so long as strength is seen winning. The standards of social intercourse have been turned on their ass. Up is down, man is woman, black is white. Nothing can be accomplished until we unfuck the skew that distorts everything. Nothing.

CH pat himself on the back in the prior post for his contribution to a renaissance of this world view, and he should congratulate himself (just like Trump does). He has promoted a return to manliness — albeit with too much focus on the wrong ends, limiting his appeal — and Trump is its first manifestation in politics.

This is not the time to go wobbly. This is not the time for subtlety. This is not time for fairness or justice or correctness. This is not time for an accurate accounting of “the content of his character” or for hammering out the nuances of policy. This is the time for choosing. Time to declare Yes or No, With or Against, Nagger or Afro-American, Cuckold or Conservative, Cunt or Womyn, Live or Die. Punch first, ask questions later.

I chubbed a little.

COTW runner-up winner is Greg Eliot, providing more context to Matt’s comment above.

Yeah, everyone has their “black friend” and “good negro”…

Most still don’t “get it” that

a) they’re “good” until they’re among their own and then see which way the wind blows.

Or

b) the baggage of the rest of their kind isn’t worth tolerating the 20% or so “good” ones.

Sidenote: a local private school in the past few years has, for some odd reason, appointed a mulatto headmaster. Seems like a decent enough fellow and all that, wife has that ol’ fashioned negro “class” (think of the lady that coached the Supremes).

Yet oddly enough, over the past few years, the number of negro parents who are now able to afford the $25K to send their little pickanninnies to the elementary school portion of the school seems to have swelled significantly, and “Diversity” curricula now gets pride of place on all the signage of the school that was founded several hundred years ago.

And of all the foreign languages offered now, not one is that of the founders… go figger.

Diversity™ erodes the nation-state through invidious psy op mechanisms. You are soothed into a comfort bubble of warm altruistic feels, and then one day you wake up to find yourself robbed blind and left in the street half-naked, with no home to go to for respite from the storm.

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COTW consolation prize goes to Beautiful Truths Ignored, commenting on the foreign policy the US should have if it weren’t beholden to domestic hostile forces.

1000 Hungarian police on the Serbian border and 1000 Russian troops in Latakia have done more to protect Western Civilization in the past week than millions of American servicemen have done in the past quarter century.

That shiv hit a vital.

Posted in Comment Winners | 66 Comments »

How Deep Is The Poz?

Sep 20th, 2015 by

For new readers: “poz” is shorthand for the propagation of culture degeneracy, filth, freakishness, and antipathy toward normal, psychologically healthy humans. The epithet is retrofitted from its original use in the gayfag “bug chaser” sewer, where poz is a term of endearment for HIV positive gay men.

The poz is everywhere in America, but just how deep does it go? We turn our attention to the top five films hailed as “masterpieces” at this year’s Toronto International Film Festival. Synopses of each movie follow.

The Danish Girl – Set in the 1920s, a M2F tranny freak lops off his penis to become a woman. His wife supports him and takes photos of him in erotic poses.

About Ray – Three generations of single moms, bitchy lesbians, and proud sluts create a huge cunty hug box to help guide a F2M tranny freak teen girl through her testosterone therapy and tit chopping surgery.

Freeheld – Brave lesbian cop, compassionate gay rights activist, homophobic county officials, transformations, and payment transfers.

Truth – Historical revisionism recasting Dan Rather as noble truth-teller instead of as the lying, pathologically partisan shitlib in self-denial that he is and always will be.

Spotlight – Hagiography of Boston Globe shitlib journos who reported on child abuse scandal in the Catholic Church. Not mentioned: over-representation of homosexual deviance in the ranks of the priesthood, Bryan Singer’s Hollywood boylove pool parties.

To answer this post title’s question: The poz goes very, very deep. If your girlfriend asks you to accompany her to one of these fruity, implicitly (and sometimes blatantly) anti-straight white man flics, tell her no way. If she insists, tell her you think less of her for wanting to indulge this garbage.

Posted in Culture, Feminist Idiocy, Goodbye America, Pretty Lies | 103 Comments »

Donald Trump Follows Chateau Heartiste Poon Commandment VIII

Sep 20th, 2015 by

October 10, 2008, Chateau Heartiste:

VIII. Say you’re sorry only when absolutely necessary

Do not say you’re sorry for every wrong thing you do. It is a posture of submission that no man should reflexively adopt, no matter how alpha he is. Apologizing increases the demand for more apologies. She will come to expect your contrition, like a cat expects its meal at a set time each day. And then your value will lower in her eyes. Instead, if you have done something wrong, you should acknowledge your guilt in a glancing way without resorting to the actual words “I’m sorry.” Pull the Bill Clinton maneuver and say “Mistakes were made” or tell her you “feel bad” about what you did. You are granted two freebie “I’m sorry”s for the life of your relationship; use them wisely.

September 11, 2015, Donald Trump:

“I think apologizing’s a great thing,” [Trump] said. “But you have to be wrong. I will absolutely apologize, sometime in the hopefully distant future, if I’m ever wrong.”

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Chateau Heartiste, as usual, is way ahead of the curve. Donald Trump may or may not be a CH reader, but he’s putting CH principles into action, and it’s paying huge dividends.

Posted in Alpha, Current Events, Game, Ugly Truths, Vanity | 11 Comments »

Family Of Shitskin Ingrates Tries To Put One Over White America, Gullible Status-Whoring White Liberals Swallow It Whole

Sep 20th, 2015 by

The latest liberal screech-out is high dudgeon over some prankster teenage muslim mud in Texas who brought a “””clock””” to school as a science project that looked suspiciously like a suitcase bomb, and his teacher justifiably freaked out and called the cops.

Status whoring badwhite-hating disingenuous shitsack liberals, of course, are springboarding off the incident to claim, for the umpteenth time, that racist White America keeps the mudman down, neglecting to mention while in thrall to their righteous indignation that White kids have been tossed out of school and hauled before court for, to wit, bringing in a pop tart bitten into the shape of a handgun.

America, fuck yeah!

Anyhow, as details have leaked past the Hivemind information bottleneck, it’s become apparent to anyone who isn’t a robotic, race creationsist leftoid that the kid was doing the bidding of his white-hating black muslim family. The “clock” was deliberately mocked-up to resemble a suitcase bomb and frighten White authorities, who would react in the appropriate way (and according to Texas law which explicitly forbids bringing objects to school that look like jihadi weapons of area-wide destruction).

The oh-so-innocent Ahmed’s darling parents are lined up behind him in faux outrage, delivering speeches to the media that sound like they were scripted by a team of Alinskyte shock-troop Eskimos.

An emailer adds to the evidence that this bomb/clock story is a giant middle mudfinger in the face of White America,

RE: Ahmed’s completely innocent homemade clock.

When I first heard about Ahmed, the kid who made the news for his “bomb” clock project, I took his side. I played with discrete electronics as a kid. I built breadboards, I soldered, and I experimented with early robotics… In this STEM obsessed educational system, why couldn’t the school officials quickly dismiss this scare as a science project? Why did this make the news? I just didn’t get it… and then I saw a picture of the clock.

From CNN: “A teenager with dreams of becoming an engineer, he wanted to show his teacher the digital clock he’d made from a pencil case.”

Anyone with an understanding of electronics will immediately see this “homemade clock” is not the tinkering of a child or teen. It was never Ahmed’s idea to begin with. This isn’t some innocent science project. The picture of the clock exposes the lie. Ahmed did not lovingly patch together IC chips and resistors, as the media would like you to believe. What you see is the guts from a manufactured digital clock, right down to the 9 volt memory backup, and the prefab button board. Absolutely nothing was made. It’s the equivalent of taking the plastic surround off of your TV and claiming you “made” a TV.

Look at the case itself. CNN calls it a “pencil case.” Please. The whole package is vaguely sinister, and it’s intentional. Notice the nondescript packet of unidentified white powder. See that nice dent in the side? I wonder if you could stash plastic explosives behind that huge LED. Why is the lining so bumpy? Look at the shoddy taping and the twisted wire used to close the case. It’s almost as if someone designed this clock to look like a questionable object.

Again, from CNN: “”I built a clock to impress my teacher but when I showed it to her, she thought it was a threat to her,” Ahmed told reporters Wednesday.” It was really sad that she took the wrong impression of it.””

Ahmed, you didn’t build a clock. You’re a pawn to your Dad’s political and social agenda. This is all a creation of your father. I’m sure he involved you in the process, and made you feel as though you were truly making something, but you didn’t. It’s a clock without its case. Everything in the “pencil case” was made in a factory. See, a legitimate electronics project full of diodes and resistors looks innocent. It usually runs off of a battery, not an exposed AC to DC transformer… speaking of science projects, Ahmed, why again did you bring this to class? Was it part of an assignment? Oh, you just wanted to impress your teacher with a clock you rearranged inside a small briefcase? Hmm…

From dallasnews.com: ““He fixed my phone, my car, my computer,” Mohamed Elhassan Mohamed said. “He is a very smart, brilliant kid.”

If he were so smart, he’d know the difference between creating a circuit and stripping the guts from a manufactured clock. His dad helped him “make” this, and dad helped to make this “project” look as questionable as possible, within the realm of plausible deniability.

The dad is a politician.  He made this happen. Whatever agenda he’s advancing, it just further demonizes western society, and reminds us all to be guilty for how racist we all are. Maybe that’s the agenda.

It’s propaganda.

Yes, and these anti-White ingrates wouldn’t get nearly so much mileage out of their schtick if they weren’t enabled by a ready and willing army of millions of fanatical white leftoids (and their eskimo paymasters) to see how much they can freely shit in the faces of normal White Americans.

Perchance to say, wake up white man. It’s getting ugly out there.

Yet more proof of the CH ur-maxim:

DIVERSITY + PROXIMITY = WAR

Strip away the particulars of these increasingly unhinged and ludicrous attacks against BadWhite America, and we are left with two insistent questions:

Why are all these ingrate nonWhites even in America in the first place?

and

Why do White Leftoids have so much power?

Someone’s gotta ask the first principle questions; it may as well be CH.

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