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Game Recognized: Nuking The Hamster From Orbit

Jan 14th, 2015 by

Girls fishing for compliments is some of the stinkiest beta bait a man will encounter. Women will fish for flattery (FFF), usually by assuming a phony pose of insecurity, to assuage their egos and to filter out the betas who eagerly comply with reassurances to the contrary.

CH has discussed various tactics for dealing with coquettish self-effacing girls who try to manipulate you for ego thrills. The gist of it is studied indifference to her mewling, leavened with wry humor. In fact, female manipulation of this sort provides ample opportunity for players to exercise their game acumen. Girls will appreciate the man who metamorphoses their faux female vulnerability into a platform for teases and sexy taunts.

A great example of a man nuking the FFF hamster from orbit is this chat exchange:

“this was not about the cars”

No, it was not. It was about getting her recommended daily allowance of SMV-affirming feels. And let it be known that the RDA of SMV-affirming female feels is infinity+1.

The dude played it pitch perfect. If he had wanted to, he could have segued into a serious charge at her sugar walls. She is in the chaser role, and that makes her seduction a hell of a lot easier. The typical beta male would’ve replied, “nooo, you guys are really pretty!”, and in return he’d have received exactly zero percolating interest for making the mistake of taking a woman at face value.

NOTE: Aging beauties will sometimes drop an FFF bomb out of a sincere desire to be reassured they are still sexy enough for you. If that’s the case (but why are you bothering with cougars?), then a tempered affirmation may be in order. But don’t go overboard. Even women shedding SMV points by the day are still women at heart, and will go to their matronly years nurturing an eternal flame, however dimmed by time and bitter experience, for the charming alpha male.

Posted in Game, Girls | 111 Comments »

The Great Men On Bored Wives

Jan 14th, 2015 by

Commenter Otsuka Duojinshi highlights another great H. L. Mencken quote, this time on the topic of the romantic isolation of the wives wedded to boring beta male providers.

HLM identified a wife’s contempt for the beta/omega precisely:

A woman, if she hates her husband (and many of them do), can make life so sour and obnoxious to him that even death upon the gallows seems sweet by comparison. This hatred, of course, is often, and perhaps almost invariably, quite justified.

To be the wife of an ordinary man, indeed, is an experience that must be very hard to bear. The hollowness and vanity of the fellow, his petty meanness and stupidity, his puling sentimentality and credulity, his bombastic air of a cock on a dunghill, his anaesthesia to all whispers and summonings of the spirit, above all, his loathsome clumsiness in amour—all these things must revolt any woman above the lowest.

HLM, if he were alive today, would wholly cosign Game as a legitimate pursuit for men, because he would understand that improving one’s sexual charisma does a marriage good. Here’s the Wiki on HLM. A lot of notable quotables by the great man!

Posted in Biomechanics is God, Marriage Is For Chumps, Ugly Truths | 61 Comments »

The Great Men On Ugly Feminists

Jan 13th, 2015 by

This post is part of a series quoting history’s great men on various topics of interest to Chateau readers. (See previous entries here and here.)

Today’s Great Man quote comes from H. L. Mencken, demonstrating amazing prescience for the evolution of society into a wasteland of ugly feminists yammering incessantly about rape-culture culture.

The woman who is not pursued sets up the doctrine that pursuit is offensive to her sex, and wants to make it a felony. No genuinely attractive woman has any such desire. ― H.L. Mencken, In Defense Of Women

Burn status: crisp! “The woman who is not pursued” = ugly feminist. This is what it comes down to: Ugly women loathing male desire, resenting their exclusion from the sexual market (and that exclusion is much more painful for women, because in the whole women have an easier time getting laid than do men), and making absurd demands to rearrange society so that their romantic rejection is less obvious to others. Misery loves company.

Bonus Mencken:

A Man forbids his wife to drink too much because, deep in his secret archives, he has records of the behavior of other women who drank too much, and is eager to safeguard his wife’s self-respect, and his own dignity, against what he knows to be certain invasion. In brief, it is a commonplace of observation, familiar to all males beyond the age of twenty-one, that once a woman is drunk the rest is a mere matter of time and place: the girl is already there. ― H.L. Mencken, Prejudices

Women who don’t want to be pumped and dumped have a responsibility to stay off the hooch. If they won’t accept that responsibility, then men will have to make their decisions for them. Unrock the vote!

Of course, despite the deluge of feminist idiocy (and the warnings from the Great Men), feminists continue to win social and political battles. UVA, doubtlessly run and operated by a small army of man-haters, responded to the rape hoax on its campus by… punishing the lying women? Defunding feminist circle diddles? No, by instituting new rules and restrictions for the fraternities that were unfairly accused of fueling a crazy woman’s fantasies.

Oh well, the Chateau will remain a respite from the apocalyptic insanity.

Posted in Feminist Idiocy, Girls, Ugly Truths | 79 Comments »

The Real Meaning Of ‘Privilege’

Jan 13th, 2015 by

Canadian Friend excerpts Thomas Sowell on the subject of ‘privilege’ (which as it’s used today by leftoids translates in full to ‘white privilege’).

Related, something Thomas Sowell said recently,

Our schools and colleges are laying a guilt trip on those young people whose parents are productive, and who are raising them to become productive. What is amazing is how easily this has been done, largely just by replacing the word “achievement” with the word “privilege.”

The Hivemind incantation of “privilege” is best viewed as a tacit admission by bitter losers that genes and heritage matter, as does self-discipline, and that they resent having been saddled with the polluted bloodlines of degenerates.

Or, if they are members of the white elite, ‘privilege’ becomes a cheat code to implicate the majority of whites who aren’t privileged (in the practical sense of the word) in a conspiracy of unfair advantage, which the elite hope will distract from their 1%er inherited advantage.

Posted in Ugly Truths | 22 Comments »

The Awakening

Jan 13th, 2015 by

From a billboard near Birmingham, Alabama:

COPROP.

If this billboard is real* (I have no evidence to doubt its authenticity), then we are witnessing the beginning of the end of malignant anti-white universalist liberalism. Hope and change, baby.

Nerds talk about an AI singularity, but they are mistaken. The real singularity will be when The Awakening and It’s Happening collide to usher an era of truth, beauty, and realtalk, leaving behind the Dark Age of White Male Pussydom.

As I predicted, the freethinker revolution appears to be stirring first in the South, and this time around victory will not go to the Yankees. There will be no united America that survives the second homegrown clash. There will be either annihilation total of the old guard, or there will be division and separation.

In the coming battles, remember the true enemy. It’s the white elite that labors continuously to rend the race, rend the nation, and rend the family. Their defeat is required.

*If the billboard isn’t real, don’t worry. Rest assured, billboards like it are coming. The Hivemind can feel the walls closing in on them. Hence, the recent tone of hysteria that tinges Hivemind indoctrination feeds.

UPDATE

According to sources, the billboard is real. And there was another, similar billboard spotted in the region.

What an exciting time to be alive, witnessing the birth of a new nation!

Posted in Hope and Change | 200 Comments »

The Parable Of The Tiger And The Strawberry

Jan 13th, 2015 by

Commenter Rick250 uses a parable to illuminate the aesthetic and practical appeal of the Heartistian ideology of poolsideism.

Theres a certain zen aspect to poolside…

Pursued by a tiger, you scramble off the edge of a 60′ cliff managing to find a couple of vines to hold you from falling. Looking down, you see another tiger hungrily waiting below.
You notice that the vines you hold are slowly being uprooted. Its only a matter of time before you fall, though, you have done, and are doing, everything in your power to find a way out of this.
Beside you, you notice a ripe wild strawberry growing within reach. You pick it and temporarily slip away into a blissful state, thinking it to be as ripe and perfect as a strawberry could taste.

Characters in this parable:

You: A redpill alpha male
Tiger 1: Western society and its decay
Tiger 2: The Hivemind
The strawberry: A beautiful, feminine, sweet woman

The machete you forgot is tied to your back: Teachings, as found here at the Chateau

There is a fatalist inevitability inherent to the poolside philosophy, though in practice one can be poolside as a bright future crests or as a dark age descends.

“But what about your posterity?!”, exclaim the anti-poolside-ists. “Don’t you want to leave them with a chance to live in a civilized homeland?”

I get the impulse. But, thinking about it, when poolside time is up, there’s no wistful looking back at descendants frolicking in the limpid waters you left behind. You are obliterated, you and all your memories, your senses and hopes, to the infinite nothingness. The fortunes of your heirs will only matter to you when you’re alive, and at death the comfort derived from safeguarding your posterity will vanish just as completely as your poolside time.

I suppose it’s a lucky thing for the propagation of civilized humanity that few people think so logically about their mortality. How could this grandest of self-deceptions evolve? It makes one wonder if, perhaps, there is a hidden hand shaping the spirit of man.

Posted in The Pleasure Principle | 96 Comments »

Beta Male Tells: The Baby Monkey Grasp

Jan 12th, 2015 by

We are familiar with the hoverhand, a classic tell of beta maleness. (The hoverhand’s opposite is the hineyhand.) Introducing another beta male tell: The baby monkey grasp.

Mr. Bang Tow Jam is hanging on for dear life. She might slip away any moment.

I hope I don’t need to explain why fingertip clutching at various body parts on your girlfriend that aren’t her hands, tits or ass is horribly beta. You look like a circus elephant following mama around. The impression this leaves is one of fearing that your girl will bolt as soon as your grip slips loose. Which she probably will do, and by rights should do.

Note: I have seen plenty of white men mimic the baby monkey grasp too, and it’s always nauseating to behold. Barring exceptional circumstances, mate guarding is inherently beta, and all the more so when the mate guarder’s technique is so oleaginous.

The best remedy is to stop grasping; your beloved will respect you a lot more if you have the self-confidence to sit in the row ahead of her without reminding her of your viking warrior presence by latching onto her toes. Don’t worry, she won’t suck some guy’s cock when you’re not holding her foot, but she may suck some guy’s cock later when her foot is finally free of your clammy pincers.

Posted in Beta, Funny/Lolblogs | 224 Comments »

Gratitude

Jan 9th, 2015 by

America is feverish with shamelessness. Teeming Trash World migrants are escorted here on a transnational, transubstantiating, blood red carpet, only to arrive and shamelessly agitate for handouts, hand-overs, and upper hands. Single moms shamelessly flaunt their “independence” and “empowerment” as their kids have to endure a parade of dickheads tromping through their living rooms. Sluts shamelessly crow about their accomplishment persuading desperate losers to dump a spastic fuck in them. Fatties shamelessly parade their blubber, and doubleplusshamelessly demand acceptance of their grotesqueness. SWPLs preach diversity while shamelessly doing all they can to insulate themselves from their ruddy religious icons. Government and corporate globalists shamelessly smash the concept of a nation for a fatter wallet. SJWs shamelessly slake their hatred for their enemies’ perceived sin of hatefulness. Male feminists shamelessly surrender the last vestige of their masculinity for a patronizing pat on the head from screeching witches.

Soon, women will turn the Walk of Shame into an exuberantly proud strut.

Worse, the American shamelessness fever burns in a Bonfire of the Butthurt. Enthusiastic abandonment of humility mixed with prickly sensitivity is 100% bad box office.

What this world needs is a little bit of gratitude. And that’s the reason for this post. A simple thank you to you, the readers, for visiting the Chateau and, more importantly, for taking the lessons to heart.

It goes unmentioned (until now) that CH receives emails almost daily from grateful readers who saw improvements in their lives, or in the lives of people who matter to them, after applying the lessons taught here. Propriety, and sometimes requested confidentiality, dissuades the Chateau from printing these emails.

Some of the emails are incredibly moving. Like the one from an American soldier who lost friends on the battlefield in a most horrific manner, but who found sustenance and fortitude in the CH writings to bear the pain of loss and carry on. The resulting improvement in his dating life was just icing on the cake. To think that this blog is read thousands of miles away by warriors as spiritual nourishment is quite humbling.

But the email that swelled the heart of CH the most was the testimonial from a father of a teenage son. He explained in eloquent detail his distress from watching his son grow unhappier and lonelier by the day, another numberless castaway of a hypercharged high school dating market. The father stumbled across this digital oasis searching for “help my son find a girlfriend” and, struck by the unglossed nature of the CH message of hope, passed along the Rude Word to his son. At first, his son dismissed him with an embarrassed flourish, which the father expected.

Then, something changed. A few months later, the father noticed his son smiled more, and gained a renewed interest in his hobbies. He was funnier, and fun-loving. The moping and slammed bedroom doors decreased in frequency. Not long after that, the son casually announced over dinner he had to leave the house for a couple hours to “meet his girlfriend”. Dad, a smart man, did not make a production out of it, but inside he was bursting with pride and joy.

As was CH.

The gratitude, therefore, is for the people behind these testimonials, because in the end if nothing comes of Chateau Heartiste but that one attentive father saved his son from loveless solitude, every word would have been worth it.

So thank you readers, and thank you to those who have made donations, big and small.

I leave you all with this:

Love ferociously what is worth loving, hate with equal passion what is worth hating, and know that in the happy flux between those two poles you can make chaos dance to your tune.

Posted in Hope and Change, Love, Vanity | 188 Comments »

Romance Isn’t Foreplay

Jan 8th, 2015 by

A reader passed along a link to a post from what I believe is a satire website, called ‘The Reductress’. The post title is ‘Nicholas Sparks’ Wife: Romantic Gestures Are Not Orgasms’. It’s funny, if stylistically pedestrian.

“She really was my muse,” Nicholas said of the former lending company account executive, who he proposed to in a thunderstorm but never let try a girl-on-top position.

The humor is accessible because it does say something truthful about the sexes. Women say they love romance, and in certain contexts they do, but grand romantic gestures never did do nothing for their vaginas that a jerkboy attitude and an impudent boner didn’t already do.

Romance is dangerous beta bait. Books and movies have genres dedicated to the proposition that sappy romance wins women’s hearts and gines. I don’t doubt that women sincerely love immersing themselves in romantic escapes, but to extrapolate from that arid swoon a real world wet desire by women for pre-schtup sentimental schlock is an inference error that will cost you more lays than avoiding displays of romance altogether.

Don’t chomp the bait. Romance can’t spark attraction. It can only reinforce love. You will never part a woman’s legs with a love poem. Usually the opposite will happen; your LLoyd Dobler love sonnet performance paying loose tribute to the movie scene that shook your amour to joyful tears in a dark theater will have a decidedly less aphrodisiacal effect on her in the bright amphitheater of humanwave transmission.

Maxim #49: Romance isn’t foreplay. Romance is, at best, seasoning on an established sexual relationship.

Corollary to Maxim #49: A premature romantic gesture will have the opposite of its intended effect on a high SMV woman. Untethered romance is a DLV.

Hey, I’m a romantic just like most men. I’ve given myself over to the mush side on occasion, and it was nearly always a mutually enjoyable experience. The one weird trick I used to ensure mutual enjoyment? I never sapped it up with a girl I hadn’t yet tapped. I learned that lesson early in life. Save your romantic wanderlust for girls accustomed to your lumberthrust. They’ll be much more appreciative than the girls who have a band of betas lavishing them with jizz-stained testimonials of enduring obsession.

Reiterating, this is how women perceive romance:

Post-sex romance = surprise love.
Pre-sex romance = sex-starved ploy.

Naturally, the demanding male logos asks, “Then why, if women don’t tingle for romantic twaddle, do they devour representations of romantic twaddle?”

You’ve got to consider the psychological prestidigitation of the female mind. There are two self-medications being administered here.

One, when a woman melts during a romantic movie, she’s not thinking of Bob the Beta photobooth weirdo wooing her as if she were Amelie in her own little gay Paree. She’s not even thinking of a sexy but strangely asexual alpha man doing that. Instead, she’s metamorphosing the romance porn into relationship victory. A cute girl has little trouble getting sex from a man, but converting that coin of the clam into a long-term investment is exponentially tougher. Male romantic abandon, viewed from this perspective, is cause for a victory dance by a woman who now has evidence she succeeded taming the dude. This female perspective is always tinged with a tacit subconscious understanding that sex was already happening, or destined to happen, somewhere out of immediate sight, and it was therefore the allure of her nonsexual charms that truly won the man over.

Two, women have a queer ability to imagine themselves as the protagonist in rom-coms, even when the protagonist is a man (as they often are). This is a bit of inverse projection by women, as they identify with the lovelorn “beta man” who is desperate to capture the love of the emotionally distant “alpha woman”. The male character’s romantic exertions remind women of the efforts they undergo to win the commitment of the hard-to-get alpha man. In this body swap, women see something of themselves in striver Romeos, especially that something which speaks to a woman’s craving for acknowledgement of her feelings. But of course, what women don’t see is the involuntary sexlessness that typically bedevil beta male characters, because women can’t relate to incel with the ease that they relate to insol.

Posted in Game, Girls, Rules of Manhood, The Pleasure Principle | 173 Comments »

Freelance Comment Of The Week: Shiv And Sweet

Jan 8th, 2015 by

The best thing about stopping by the Cheap Chalupas grease truck is reading commenter The Anti-Gnostic (blog here) make swift work of liberaltarian shibboleths.

I think we’ve seen enough to draw a few conclusions: Islam is incompatible with Western ideals; welfare subsidizes violent, unassimilable, r-selected populations; and open borders mean the death (literally) of liberal society.

I like the slice of his shiv. Don’t dawdle about with the extremities; aim straight for the leftoid heart. Fun Frag: The Anti-Gnostic has won the FCOTW before.

It’s time for a MMM FRESH MEAT! injection of COPROP.

Islam is incompatible with Western culture.
A few passionate bad Muslims will change society more than a million mealy-mouthed good Muslims.
Tribalism trumps liberté and égalité. (Fraternité subject to context.)
Islamophobia is code word for anti-white.
The white elite is the first enemy of the white race.
Diversity + Proximity = Charlie Hebdo.

Posted in Comment Winners, Ugly Truths | 75 Comments »

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