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In London, epicenter of European poz, there are adult baby parties. In Poland, sex change freaks run for office. And in New York, there is preschool for adults.

I have a grand unifying theory explaining the infantilization (and its cousin, androgynization) of late-stage secular Western societies.

In the not-terribly-distant past, 4K-8K years ago, at the dawn of agriculture, geneticists discovered that only 1 in 17 men got to reproduce. (Female hyperdrivegamy alert.)

17 men did it all for the nookie; only 1 in 17 men got the nookie. Now that’s a tough dating scene. Your negs had better be thermonuclear. Imagine a pickup convo from 5,000BC.

Man #16: You have nice eyes. Especially the left one.
Fertile Crescent Cutie: Where are your two bags of grain?
Man #16: I got your two grain bags right here, bish. Hoo-ah!

Agriculture allowed for the massive accumulation of material possessions by a few (lucky? gifted? both?) alpha males, which resulted in a lot of inequality among men and a lot of women deciding that fucking and bearing the children as a shared concubine of one bling-plastered alpha male was preferable to being the only wife of a doting beta male. But I’m sure somehow today’s feminists can twist this punishing reality into evidence that those 16 sexless ancestral men oppressed all those women sleeping with the town big man.

This tremendous reproductive skew caused a genetic bottleneck. Many men did not pass on their genes. We today are the product of a few male winners and their armies of adoring female fans from the fertile crescent long ago.

So what does this all have to do with modern Western infantilization? Hang tight. For the past few hundred years, maybe more, maybe less, the dating and reproductive scenes in white Western Europe and socially similar satellites have been mostly egalitarian. The age of the 1-in-17 Poonmaster was over. Many beta males got sex and a chance to leave a genetic legacy. Yeah, there was still cuckoldry, and plenty of betas likely had to endure the very special torments of the friendzone, but by and large humans had entered a new epoch marked by the inclusion of many more beta males into the sexytime folds.

So, for a long time after the close of the era of the big man, a lot of “lesser” men who would’ve failed in the 1-in-17 dating scene flourished in the 1-in-1 or 1-in-2 dating scenes, enough to change the water quality of future generations of the gene pool. Civilization arose with the rise of the beta male invested in a family and in a community of like-minded men who did not, for the most part, present a poaching threat to the individual beta family man. This was the Golden Age. Its blessings did not visit all parts of the world (*cough* congo *cough*).

Fast forward to 2015. Beta males aren’t just ascendent, they’re established. The charming jerkboy is the odd man out in advanced Western societies. The few “big men” who amass ungodly wealth are socially constrained from accumulating an equally ungodly number of loving legal concubines. Or they themselves are psychologically beta, and so despite their large fortunes accrued by leveraging mental talents particularly suited to modern economies, continue having trouble seducing women.

We have, succinctly, a beta male surplus. Beta males have been so successful that they have literally enriched not just themselves, like the big men of yore, but have taught women, who otherwise would be their rewards for fulfilling their male Darwinian directive, how to fish for themselves. Modern women benefit so greatly from beta male cleverness and largesse that they are self-supporting providers — Woman, Inc. — and accumulate their own stash of materialist goodies. The modern dating market, consequently, has ruptured. Self-sufficiency has freed women to more hotly pursue the dark side of their sex’s reproductive dichotomy — to pursue and fall in love with the charming cad with charming cad genes who makes them tingle even as they’re footing the full dinner bill for his company.

Generations of breeding for beta males with supercharged beta male characteristics has resulted in something akin to overbreeding among some breeds of dogs. What once was a useful animal, like the bulldog, has turned into a cartoon simulacrum of a dog. Now the breed can hardly run or breathe without splattering the walls in drool.

So it is with Western beta males, splattering the walls with their sperg sputum. They are overbred. Now the breed can hardly function in the dating scene. It needs help talking to women. It welcomes the leash. As a reflexive response to the stress of navigating a modern, mass secular society, some members of the beta male breed regress into the prenatal comforts of adult infantilization. If they personally haven’t regressed, they condone those who have and oppose those who would shame them into acting more masculine.

Some women regress, too. Modern women, after all, possess some of those super beta male genes as well.

Now times are starting to get tough. Diversity and globalization stress fractures are showing. That beta male surplus has become a liability, like an albatross hanging around the necks of suicidal Western nations. Reproductively culling some of these beta males used to be good for business during down times, from a culture-wide perspective. When all of them breed into an environment in flux, weird behavioral anomalies begin to manifest. Bronies. Trannies. Autists. The total societal embrace of gay marriage. Adult preschools. Diaper parties. Comic Con. New atheists. Manboobs. Male feminists. Amanjaw Marcuntte. SJWs. Bryan Caplan. Juggalos. Miscegenation cheerleading. Cuckold fetishists. Fat Walmartians.

Women have an instinct which influences their competing hindbrain desires for betas or alphas. This instinct, acting on the subconscious, pushes them away from beta males when beta males have outlived their usefulness, as I believe is currently the operating paradigm in decrepit first world open borders self-flagellating elite-infighting capitalist bazaars.

Psychological infantilization, essentially, is one of the processes by which the excess beta males in modern secular societies subconsciously “self-cull”. War and religious fanaticism are other methods of beta male self-culling, but the former has fallen into disrepute, and the latter, while on the upswing, isn’t yet the unconquerable force that will change the face of the West forever. (But it’s getting there.) Turning gay, in practice or in habit, is another way marginal beta males remove the worst pain of the sting of sexual rejection.

All this is to say….

Game can save lives civilizations.

PS A society overrun with too many breeding beta males can also produce men who go the opposite way and try to maximize signals of masculinity.

The busier and more crowded with males a society becomes, the more competition there is and the more flamboyant the badges are [i.e., hipster beards].

The modern male not only has to vie with hundreds of fellow males in the real world but has to stand out from potentially thousands of rivals online, so clean-shaven men [may] well be turning off women drawn to seemingly powerful men.

“When you live in a small group where everyone knows everyone because of repeated interactions, there is no need to signal quality and competitiveness via ornaments,” he said.

“In large groups where individuals are surrounded by strangers, we need a quick reliable tool to evaluate someone’s strength and quality, and that’s where these elaborate ornaments come in.

Bronies or try-hard hipsters. We truly live in a Gelded Age.

Yesterday, I speculated on motives for co-pilot Andreas Lubitz’s murderous sabotage of the plane he flew into a moutain. Three of my speculations appear to be strong possibilities, based on the most current evidence come to light.

2. Beta male rage. He suffered a recent breakup and took it out on himself and 150 strangers. […]

4. Terrorist mole. We’ve had a spate of planes going down because of pilot treachery. Have secretive terror-sponsoring societies filled flight schools with terrorist moles? Talk about the long game… […]

6. Muslim convert. No evidence of this, but I wouldn’t be surprised if the media Hivemind keeps this kind of info under wraps for the duration of public interest.

I settled on the schizophrenia explanation, figuring that based on Lubitz’s history battling depression and bad things happening to people who take anti-psychotics that it was the most likely reason for his mass murder-suicide.

But, that wasn’t my first instinct. When I saw a photo of the guy, my gut told me he was a lovelorn beta male candidate who may have flew (heh) into a psychotic episode triggered by a relationship breakup. I decided against my gut, in favor of the more “PC” speculation. I should’ve stuck with my gut. News arrives that Lubitz was seeing a therapist to get over his fiancée dumping him.

Reports this morning suggested the pilot may have been badly affected by a “relationship crisis” and was struggling to cope following a break-up with his girlfriend – who he was due to marry next year.

He is said to have shared an apartment in Dusseldorf – the destination of the doomed plane – with a woman whose surname is Goldbach.

The beta male rage angle is looking better.

(NB: This isn’t omega male rage, a la Elliot Rodger. Omega males are sexless castaways. Beta males can get girlfriends, but are awful at maintaining relationship hand, so they frequently get dumped, what seems to them, out of the blue.)

Chalk one up for CH speculation #2. What about the other speculations? Looks like I was onto something as well when I suggested (#s 4 and 6) that Lubitz may have converted to Islam.

All evidence indicates that the copilot of Airbus machine in his six-months break during his training as a pilot in Germanwings, converted to Islam and subsequently either by the order of “radical”, ie. devout Muslims , or received the order from the book of terror, the Quran, on his own accord decided to carry out this mass murder. As a radical mosque in Bremen is in the center of the investigation, in which the convert was staying often, it can be assumed that he – as Mohammed Atta, in the attack against New York – received his instructions directly from the immediate vicinity of the mosque.

We’ll see if this gets confirmed by German authorities. Or not, given that the Davosian Hivemind would wish to assiduously conceal such information from the public.

The whole horrible spasm of evil stinks to high hell of the effluvium excreted by a nexus of romantically defeated beta male rage + psychotropics + religion of peace + social atomization. Like commenter Bill said, white Westerners, and white Western men in particular, have become “unmoored”. Blowouts like Lubitz could become a feature of the future, rather than inexplicable one-offs. Unmoored white men, and especially white women, will increasingly find a soothing comfort in the black-and-white tenets offered by the alternative to secular, vibrantly diverse, libertardian materialism: Muhammadeism.

(A battle pitting Muslim beheaders against beep booping libertarians is gonna be awfully one-sided. And seriously cut into my poolside time.)

Chief Christian Sadist Pleasureman writes a lot about SCALE, and how its growth is tearing apart the fabric of society. He’s onto something, but I should point out that SCALE has other downstream effects he doesn’t often consider. One of them is the observed reality that massive SCALE permits women a broader pool of alpha fux to garnish their beta bux. SCALE encourages women, and the top 20% alpha males they desire, to satisfy their worst instincts.

Kind-faced (aka tamed) beta males like Andreas Lubitz get chewed up and spit out by SCALE. They have no community outside of immediate family. The implicit contract of relationship stability that was a given in the time of his beta father and grandfather has been severed. SCALE has permitted wider romantic vistas for women, for good and ill, and they are voting with their feet. The wreckage of Lubitzs left behind looks like the dumbstruck face of a good-natured beta who can’t believe his dependability and emotional support aren’t good enough for his disenchanted lover.

So now the question remaining is whether Lubitz’s romantic troubles precipitated his psychotic break and turn to Islam, or if his mental problems and embrace of Islam pushed his girlfriend away. Either way, the story is an omen for the future of white civilization.

Your Place Or Hers?

I’ve read all the pickup theories concerning this burning question. On paper, each side makes reasonable arguments. One that sticks out is the claim that women feel more comfy in their own places, and their comfort will translate into easier sex.

Theories abound, but my experience has already given me the answer to the question ‘my place or hers?’. It’s an If THEN ELSE *beep boop* computation.

1. If your place is much farther away than her place, go to hers. Favorable logistics wins every time. Too much delay getting her from the date venue to a bedroom means more time for her tingle anticipation to dissipate.

2. If the above condition is not met, by default take her to your place. As a percentage of total number of venue-to-home bounces, you will close the deal more often at your place than at hers. This is what I’ve found to be true. Taking a girl back to your castle instills a power dynamic that works to your favor. She will “feel led”, and that feeling, especially when coupled with a stir of anxiety, arouses her. Plus, a woman who knows subconsciously that she can kick you out of her place on a whim is a woman who has too much psychological leverage to ever fully submit in that most pleasurable way to your indomitable presence.

EXCEPTION TO ABOVE RULE: You’re slinking around for supplementary pussy. Best then to keep your mistresses in the dark about your permanent abode(s).

 

Bright Red BPD Flag

If, near the end of a mutually rewarding date, the girl lasciviously invites you back to her place, but once there, despite your best efforts and tightest takeaway game, steadfastly refuses to bang and taunts you with the prospect of night-long cuddling, you have a control freak with Golden Gash issues. Leave immediately, and wish her well during her stay at the spinster-in-training school for the reformed slut.

Insurmountable last minute resistance is unforgivable when the girl has made the blatant overture for a nightcap and opens her own place to you. This is nothing less than a bitch power play. The only way to beat a crazy, cock-creviced chick playing this game is to deny your participation. The last thing you want is to be that beta guy stuck in a situation where hours are spent fruitlessly begging for pussy table scraps like some street cur. If it’s heading in that direction, kick yourself out on a subtly underdramatic note, and head home with your pride intact.

Reports coming in confirm that it’s likely co-pilot Andreas Lubitz intentionally brought down Flight #4U9525 and crashed it into a mountainside. A lone photo of Lubitz sitting near what looks like the Golden Gate Bridge shows a beta-ish looking European man with a kind face.

I speculate on his motives for killing 150 people.

1. He had a schizophrenic break from reality. One report claimed he had taken six months off from flight school to combat “burn-out”. If a mental disorder caused him to snap, people will begin to wonder if we can pretest pilot applicants for susceptibility to paranoia. The Minority Report of the future may not be used to identify would-be criminals as much as used to identify people with hidden mental diseases capable of symptomatically erupting later in life that make them high risk candidates for jobs requiring responsibility over the lives of others.

2. Beta male rage. He suffered a recent breakup and took it out on himself and 150 strangers.

3. Omega male rage. One of the passengers was a woman (or man) he distantly loved, but couldn’t have, and in a fit of spite decided to kill his fantasy amour the only way he knew how.

4. Terrorist mole. We’ve had a spate of planes going down because of pilot treachery. Have secretive terror-sponsoring societies filled flight schools with terrorist moles? Talk about the long game…

5. Acute depression. Can depression really drive someone to kill? I thought very depressed people are prone to retreating to solitude, away from public activity.

6. Muslim convert. No evidence of this, but I wouldn’t be surprised if the media Hivemind keeps this kind of info under wraps for the duration of public interest. Very little of his Facebook profile is revealing:

His Facebook page lists his interests, including German electronica band Schiller, French superstar DJ David Guetta, his local Burger King, 10-pin bowling, aviation humour and a technical website about the A320 model of aircraft he flew into a mountainside.

Dat last part. How droll.

7. Bowling and Burger King are traditionally prole pastimes. Maybe Lubitz was a prole who, by dint of hard work and native gifts, elevated himself into the upper class. While there, he came to hate his upper class peers. He took out his resentment on them in spectacular fashion. Or maybe his anodyne Facebook interests are a clever misdirection to fool people about his true beliefs.

8. Lubitz hated his co-pilot for personal reasons. Not sure why he felt the need to kill innocents along with his main target.

9. Globalized elite conspiracy to firm up their authority. Why not? A global elite conspiracy is more believable now than at any time in the recent past.

10. There were a bunch of noted globalist liberals in the passenger list. Lubitz somehow knew this beforehand, and pulled an Anders Breivik, taking out scores of the enemy in one revolutionary blow.

My bet is on #1: A schizoid break from reality. The next time you’re boarding a plane, look the pilot right in the eye. Does he seem off to you? If so, reschedule your flight.

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UPDATE

Commenter Days of Broken Arrows thinks Lubitz was on anti-depressants, and that these drugs have a history of occasionally causing users to snap, which Big Pharma in cahoots with Big Davos covers up. There is evidence that Lubitz took time off for “depression”. Was he on “approved” drugs for his mental illness? Would 150 people be alive today if society hadn’t deemed it helpful to shovel mouthfuls of psychotropic drugs down the throats of depressed people?

Commenter Bill offers a larger view which rings true:

Anomie. Expect more psychotic incidents as the West grows increasingly unmoored from any coherent social paradigm.

Some people can handle radical individualism and social atomization in a sea of increasing materialist diversity. But most people can’t. Unmoored is the right word to describe it all.

PS I think there’s more to Lubitz’s actions than garden variety suicidal tendencies. Suicide is a loner’s province. But someone who takes out 150 innocents on his escape from the binds of the flesh has other motivations than simple self-loathing or gloomy hopelessness. He has hatred in his heart. Who did Lubitz hate, and why did he hate them? Is a side effect of schizophrenia a scatter-shot hatred of everyone in sight?

Ah, cute prole girls. I love em to death. It’s my studied opinion that red state prole chicks who don’t bloat up (a vanishing set, granted) are, on the whole, more feminine than their blue city counterparts.

Here’s the trick, should you find yourself deep in bucolic red territory: Deck yourself out in a piece of clothing or an accessory with insignia that clearly identifies some media, fashion, or arty conglomerate. (Big IT companies don’t work as well for this trick, because no matter how exclusive Club GOOG, you will still be looked upon as a nerd. You may as well have a scarlet N on your forehead.)

Curiosity will overwhelm her good sense. She’ll ask (she will) for details. You’re in to sin.

Cute prole girls are salt of the earth, but they love the fantasy of the blue city alpha male with connections and a social calender bursting with fruit flavor. Dat “expert from afar” feel. Wearing something that signals you work for one of those dream companies, true or not, is a honey cock trap for inexperienced naifs. If the giddy sociopath is strong in you, feel free to concoct an elaborate, opulent lifestyle dedicated to your glowing self-conception.

I’m hearing this off-tune braggadocio a lot lately from the usual leper colony of game haters: “I just walk up and make small talk like a normal human being, and get girls! Why do you game dorks make such a big deal out of it?”

Lemme clue you in about what’s going on behind the scenes here. At least a few of these “just be yourself” shoot-from-the-unhip variants are doing what they say — picking up girls and whisking them to the altar on nothing but small talk — but what they don’t tell you is the quality of girls they small talk into lustful abandon. Hint: They ain’t HBhubbahubbas.

Yeah, if you’ve got your shit together, and compose yourself that way, you can conceivably chit chat a 5 into a deep love trance. For example, sometimes to shake the rust off I’ll hit on plainer girls equipping myself with only an arsenal of small talk. Once, I saw a incipiently chubby, swipply girl in a t-shirt advertising some tropical locale she had visited. She was no great looker, easy on one eye, but respectable enough for practice, so I veered in with my game put on hold. I said “Hey your shirt. I’ve been there. Great place. Did you like it?”

No qualification, no push pull, no teasing, no escalating kino, no fission grade smirk, nothing except average guy fluff talk and (by then internalized) non-obsequious body language. Ten minutes later, she was smiling like a drunk porpoise. When it ended, no numbers exchanged, she looked almost annoyed, as if silently wondering why did I waste her time if I wasn’t going to ask her out.

Don’t misconstrue. Small talk is great, and it, like other tools of applied charisma, is a skill that can be honed and targeted to nuke vagina from orbit. Shit, half the men who fail at love haven’t even gotten to the step where actual words are coming out of their mouths around women.

But if you’re gonna play in the big leagues and throw your pitch at bona fide babes, you’ll need more to close the deal than a polite acknowledgement of her choice in breast coverings. (In fact, you’d do better to tell a hottie exactly that: “Hey, I like your choice in breast covering.” It’ll shock her into attraction.) You’ll need the knuckleball, sinker, cutter, and a little bit of unpredictable english if you want to stand out from the mob of scrubs.

*LSMV = low sexual market value

I’m seeing more middle-aged and older white women with pink, green, and purple dyed hair.

I’ll keep this short and sweet: It won’t help, ladies.

Steve Sailer, bless his hardening heart, has a post up about a Charles Murray article reminding leftoid paymasters that high achievement on tests like the SAT are more a consequence of genetic heritage than of socioeconomic status.

One of the commenters, Jonah, draws the mostly-unspoken parallel of SAT scores to female hypergamy:

I’d wager a guess that the correlation would be significantly stronger if the father’s IQ could have been assessed as well. I’d assume that there are a significant number of affluent families where the father is the skilled/educated breadwinner.

This is very astute and under-considered by sociologists looking at longitudinal data like these. Given hypergamy – the propensity for women to “marry up”, and the willingness of men to “marry down” in favor of looks or other non IQ traits – I would bet Murray’s point would be amplified by if you looked at father’s IQ instead of mother’s. Wish he had the #s for dads/SAT rather than moms/PIAT. Would be a stronger and more striking piece.

By the way, I doubt I’m the only person here whose father was smarter than my mother. It’s probably true for over 60% of the population but you never hear about it. For people with one parent SIGNIFICANTLY smarter than the other, I bet it’s Dads over Moms 10-1.

And yes, the math checks out. Dumb, low status men, and ugly smart women are more frequently shut out of the marriage game than their gender opposites.

Female hypergamy in the West is, at least in its current configuration, dysgenic. Smart, overcredentialed women are shunting their smart genes into an ever narrower demographic slice, because these women can’t stomach the thought of “marrying down” in intelligence or phonyfuck credentials. And we see exactly that playing out, as the fertility rate of high IQ white mimosaettes is zeroing in on a little over 0.0 kids per woman.

But high IQ fathers, especially conservative fathers who don’t do woman’s work, have higher fertility and thus “male hypergamy” is eugenic. The primary reason has to do with the lifetime SMV slopes of men. High achieving men experience a gradual increase in their SMVs peaking at right about the time same-age women’s SMVs are crashing into the Wall. Many of these men go on to second or third younger wives, and produce second or third families of scions.

A secondary reason for the eugenic effect of male hypergamy — the urge to pair off with ever-younger, hotter, tighter minxes — is the fact Jonah mentioned: High achieving/high IQ men cash in their higher SMVs for prettier women at a wider range of female smarts. Because, you see, to the vast majority of men, even to the SJW manlets in full denial mode, a woman’s youth and beauty are nitroglycerin to a man’s boner. Blows it right up. A woman’s smarts? No effect. Worse for the grad school ladies, boners will sometimes wither under the droning onslaught of SMRT women with something insufferably feminist to prove.

In the final analysis, high IQ women demographically hoard their advantageous genes, just like they romantically hoard their eggs. High IQ men, in contrast, spread their advantageous genes just like they spread their sperm.

Which brings us to the fascinating, if perturbing to fragile minds, question Jonah asks: Is your father smarter than your mother?

I can recall with the crystal clearest clarity only Lucifer’s favored son can summon that it did, and does, seem to me most of my peers’ fathers were/are brighter than their mothers. (NB: I am not a product of a black ghetto. I only play one on TV.) There were a few glaring exceptions, and like all exceptions they are extraordinarily memorable by reason of their rarity. Mostly, these pairings featured a ballbuster proto-feminist tankwife cracking the whip over the back of a stepnfetchit beta hubby. Not all though. A few couples in which the mother of my friend was noticeably smarter than the father had the right sexual polarity — submissive wife and dominant husband — that managed by way of alchemical sexual magic to work despite the father’s relatively gimped brainpower.

That’s the monkey wrench in the patented CH theory of dysgenic female hypergamy: The allure of badboys — who may or may not have upper quintile SAT scores — to all women, maybe especially to SMRT women surrounded in their milieus by supplicating beta males. If the Pill and condom and abortion weren’t acting as procreation thwarting intermediaries, the fertility of high IQ women might be a lot higher, as they opened the un-latexed gates to their eggs to sundry charming jerkboys.

Evolution grinds regardless. Where are we heading? I don’t know, but I do know the late 20th-early 21st century paradigms are not long for this world. More and more it appears the historical pairing of smarter, high achieving men with prettier, low achieving women has been severed and hijacked by powerful anti-human social forces. More and more the romantically healthy arrangements are upended by discordant faux-aristocratic entities. What was once common — a vital middle class distinguished by fathers smarter and higher achieving than mothers — has become a curiosity gawked at by the destroyers of harmony.

We know our trajectory. What we don’t know is our destination. So certain are you that a bright, sunshiney day waits at the end?

Reader Mel Gibson remarks on one of those subtle changes in white homelands that herald the inglorious end,

I recently spent some time in the waiting area of the state clerk of court. Hung on the walls were 10 pictures of the classes of the local bar association, dating back to 1900. Each class member had his own picture – essentially in mugshot format with a name caption.

The photo of the 1900 class was obviously all white males, many of whom had well-kept beards and healthy, thin faces. I saw one fat guy out of the ~100. Each had a determined look on his face, looking off into the distance. [ed: APLHA] There wasn’t a single smile. [SUPERALPHA]

The first woman showed up in the 1920-ish class. Two more appeared in the 40s and 50s. Most of the men kept the distracted look, while some looked directly into the camera. I saw a few smirks and upward-curled lips, but no teeth-bearing grins.

I didn’t see classes from the 60s or 70s, but by the 1980s picture I noticed some major changes. There were more women and some blacks. (Aside: Look, if these women and blacks earned their way into their profession and this association, then props to them.). The larger trend I noticed was that the white males were losing their beards, losing their hair, getting fatter, and not only smiling more, but larger like chimps who just earned a banana from the zookeeper. By the class of 2000, well, you know where this is going… all of the above-mentioned traits, and they were looking directly into the camera. I shudder to think what the class of 2015 looks like.

Basically, in 10 pictures over 100 years, I saw the decline of the white male.

Ugliness in all forms is ascendent in America and the broader West. Beauty will return, though. Her restorative fire can’t be snuffed for long.

In the meantime, the class of 2015 photo will be a phalanx of ugly bulldykes and mystery meats glaring triumphantly, BradyBunchily, over the literal mugshots of one physically amorphic white manboob quisling crouched into the defensive pose, head buried in chest, smiling like an idiot through three pube-pocked chins, and one shell-shocked semi-discernable white man gritting his teeth, amicably trying at once to fit in with the wretched Shrikegeist and to project a tiny bit of whatever shred of pride he has left fermenting in his nads.

(You thought the title of this post would refer to some other social phenomenon related to courtrooms, didn’t you? Give yourself a ‘heh’.)

PS If you’re ever having your photo taken for a group picture, and especially if you’re a white man in this acrid culture, think of the illustrative CH Jumbotron Test. This test applies equally to the ebbs of courtship as well as the legacies left behind in courtrooms. Just ask yourself, before the picture is taken or the text is sent, “How will my pose or my words be perceived by women, by men I admire, and by future generations, including possibly my children and grandchildren?” If you can ask yourself this honestly, and you still pose like a beta chimp grinning for approval from your trashworld masters, you are a lost cause and best left in the remainder bin of discarded genes.

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Commenter lllooooolllzzzzzllloooolll writes,

Hipster faggots are often seen imitating old photographs, even the “looking in the distance” pose. This is ironic faggotry, along with their faggot beards they use to store cum from their boyfriends,  for a mid morning snack.

Irony is the modern SWPL white man’s plausibly deniable safe space to play around with racial self-pride. It’s nauseating, yes, but also a sign of progress. Complete prostration is giving way to ironic detachment, and finally, if the CH oracles are right, the irony will become that most feared and fearsome white man state of mind…

Sincerity of self-belief.

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