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PA grabs the Golden COTW,

Vox had a post this morning that features two pretty twins and likely meth-heads busted for prostitution, working for a black pimp. CH tweeted the link this morning.

One wonders about anyone in their life, maybe long ago such as their great-grandfather before they were born, who’d have been heartbroken about how they ended up. Maybe he even was like the daddy in Loretta Lynn’s “Coalminers Daughter.”

A philosophical question comes up, contemplating these wasted girls. What would be their opposite, the best a woman can be?

A scientist, writer, Olympic star? No. A rare Jane Austen aside, female accomplishment is superfluous to male accomplishment, and it comes at too great an opportunity-cost if she fails to have children.

Then, maybe giving a nod to hedonism, is being a lissome young hottie with a job and a degree, confidently strutting down a fashionable district the best a woman can be? No. Although her smile is gold, the raw sex appeal of a bernankified skirt pales next to the flash of an Amish girl’s pale wrist and blushing cheek.

It seems then, that the best a woman can be is to be a good wife to a solid man and a mother to children that bear his likeness.

Greatness is so in reach to the woman. It’s a tragedy and a crime that the land we call our country makes it so rare a thing.

Declining civilizations all share a malign distinction: The elevation of the ugly and the repudiation of the beautiful, in body and spirit and language and art. Living in America at this time is to experience a daily carnival of the ugly lording it over the beautiful. It is a dark time, but also a fascinating time for those who can step outside the rushing stream of sewage and contemplate it from a distance.

Why this should be so is a mystery with a million clues, but there appears to be an ancient demonic algorithm encoded in the birthright of mankind that stirs to life when a people have succeeded and prepare to enjoy the long spoils of their labors. Like Agent Smith, once this arcane mind virus starts spreading there’s no stopping it, not without terrible sacrifice. Humility yields to hedonism, and then to cultural exhaustion, which ends in hallucinogenic self-annihilation. Perhaps white people suffer from this mind virus more acutely.

PA’s timeless truth is revolting to the Heralds of Hideousness. It causes them great psychic pain to hear it. Their thrashing is enjoyable to behold.


Occasionally, very witty or, uh, passionate haters will win a Comment of the Week. “Becky” is COTW shambler-up with this acrid fleck of rage.

As a female minority in T.O., I would say this is a pathetic article. Women are people, not receptacles for your tiny dick you misogynistic, fist pumping, popped collar douchebags. This is one of the worst articles I’ve ever read.

How incredibly sexist and douchey of you. Not surprised no woman wanted the time of day with you or your misogyny. Maybe women have standards and are happy with who they are and don’t need assholes like you telling them otherwise. Or hey! Maybe they’re not all in to men. Stop assuming you deserve a woman simply because you’re a man and maybe women will be more likely to head your way. Just a helpful life tip. It’s 2014 dude. Grow up. Evolve or suffer a lonely life.

Our bodies are not objects you tools! [ed: self-contradiction within the span of seven words! impressive.]

But, not sure if…


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The Anti-Gnostic comments a lot over at Cheap Chalupas headquarters, and he (best guess) is usually good for a pithy shiv.

How the market prices white neighbors is one of those economic phenomena that economists’ wives understand better than they do.

There are a lot of things non-economists understand better than economists, not because economists are dumb, but because economists are superfluously smart and cursed with an addiction to hyper-rationalize their faulty feelgood priors.

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After Randall Parker gazed in the crystal ball and saw chaos and decay in America’s near future, commenter “Jim” contributed a sound bite worthy of the coveted CH Freelance COTW.

Places like Brazil and the Congo have enormous economic potential just based on geography, climate, and natural resources. A place like Japan is mountainous (only 3% of the land area is arable), few natural resources, not located near major trade routes, subject to frequent catastrophic earthquakes and tsunamis. But Japan has the Japanese people who are more valuable than all of Brazil’s natural wealth.

Doesn’t that get right to the beating heart of all our loud, violent, useless social discourse?

whatever happens, japan has got
the japanese, and you have not

When future elites, at least those having evaded the gallows following Civil War II and walled off in far northern city-state compounds where the ice winds blow, dare to spend a moment to wonder when it all went south for America, a few of them with integrity — no more than a handful, mind you — will find the strength within to betray their ravenous egos and confess that the project of their forebears to flood their homeland with non-anglos and non-germanics was seppuku with a dull shiv. Cutting out the viscera of a country never ends well.

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“Director” spits the pith and takes home the COTW,

It boils down to this:

A white Special Ed kid is actually a drooling retard.

A black Spec Ed can probably be retarded but musical, funny…like a pet with human characteristics. Even if they are drooling tards it’s compensated for by youthful ebullience.
Combine this with the victimology and self critique of whites and you get this Sandra Bullock syndrome. Adopt a Muh Dik and fulfill a Protocol of the Elders. These 4/5 types buy into it.

Director is referring to the recently noted phenomenon of nice white sluts teachers having flings (perhaps even falling in love) with their dumbly hormonal students of remedial vibrancy.

Cultural propaganda counts for something. Doubtless a lot of these teachers are fucked in the head, but a relentless stream of anti-white, pro-noble savage agit-prop emanating from every honeycomb of the Hivemind can push psychologically fragile white women over the edge into self-immolation. Sandra Syndrome is a good term for the illness that manifests when untethered white women seeking an emotional outlet for their pathological mothering instinct and a sexual outlet for their thwarted desire open their hearts and legs to their developmentally and morally child-like charges.

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COTW winner is AspergersKills, who relates a night when the vibe seemed formidable and he had to dig deep and remember that it’s a man’s evolutionarily assigned job to make the first move.

To give an immediate example of how this forum helps men, I went into an upscale karaoke restaurant last night to eat. I quickly noticed that I was the only male amid 50 twenty one year old girls celebrating their 2 year college graduation. I sat down in a leather lounge chair at a table between them and the place where singers tend to perform. They would stand over me and cheer their friends. But, in the first twenty minutes I was there, they would not make eye contact with me or otherwise recognize my existence in any way.

Most men would feel humiliated by this. They see it as belittling and unfair that women pay no attention to male strangers and that women try not to make eye contact. Elliott Rodger would probably want to go block the exits and burn the place down after experiencing what I had last night. The few men who did show up at the restaurant over the course of the evening, shrunk into themselves because the group of 50 really hot young women was quite intimidating.

But I remembered something I read here once, that the best way to break ice at a karaoke joint is to choose a song requiring a duet and then ask a woman to help out with the duet. I went up to the DJ and, just then, one of the three best looking of the graduation gang came down to choose a song as well. I learned later that she was hoping I would talk to her. I did. I asked her to complete the duet I chose and she was thrilled to help.

The duet performance went great and all 50 girls applauded us. That earned me big points with everyone as well. There’s a PUA term I forgot the name of that describes what happens when a girl’s companions mostly seem to like you. It opens the Heavens with light. Soon they were competing to sing duets with me and they’d lounge in the 3 empty leather chairs at my table, their gorgeous legs up on the table. I felt like the sultan of swing. Without thinking about it, I would lean back in my chair and put my arms out along the back of it, or drink my coffee by holding the cup itself instead of the handle, mild pieces of advice I picked up here and internalized.

Meanwhile the other guys got zero attention from the girls and sat like introverts leaning into their drinks mumbling to each other.

The most uncomfortable part of the evening for me was figuring out whose number to get, recognizing that there was an element of losing out on dating one of the other 49 if I didn’t do it the right way. It was also true that I only really connected with 5 of the 50 over the course of the evening. As this site notes, it is a numbers game. Some people just aren’t into each other no matter what their behavior (or looks).

So sites like this teach positive behavioral modification to prevent guys from shrinking into themselves in the presence of hot women. I wasn’t “acting” last night. I just chose a clever way of introducing myself and becoming part of a group.

These kinds of stories bring a tear to me eye, they do.


COTW runner-up is Just Saying. And he’s just got something to say about tapping into that sexy female id.

They crave the drama, and get antsy when it’s missing.

This is one of the things that I look for. We (one of my girls) and I were at a family theme park earlier this year, and there was a family. Young children, Mom (hot little blonde early 30′s) and the Father and an older couple that I later learned was his parents. So my girl (20 yo, brunette) and I were sitting having a fast-food dinner – when Mom and Dad start arguing. Didn’t really matter why but it was obvious that Mom wasn’t happy – of course. So she goes storming off (I enjoyed watching her jiggle-past), and my girl says to me, “I think that’s my cue. I’ll call you in a few if all goes well,” and takes off not that far behind while I finish the burger and fries and sit and enjoy the view. Good to her word she calls and says she has a “new” friend and are heading to the car,

Long story short – Mom wasn’t happy that for most of the last week they had been doing “kidsy” things and she had wanted the Grandparents to take the kids so she and Papa could have some quality time today since she hasn’t had sex all week. So she ended up having quality time with a couple she didn’t know. Women are strange and wonderful things – she wanted time with her husband, but being raw-dogged by a guy she didn’t know was just as acceptable to her. It took a while to get her there – an hour or so, but the journey is half the fun and everyone knew where it would end up, it was just a question of letting her get there. I have used women’s need for drama to benefit myself throughout the years – it is very dependable. Women are such simple creatures – give them another female to compete against – one that is younger, hotter, and more attractive and enjoy the results. The guy is pretty much superfluous other than he gets to enjoy the competition since whatever the younger one does, that older one will HAVE to do as well. Never trust a woman when there are other women around – they will toss a marriage, kids, and everything in their needs for a little drama in their lives. Never forget that since it tells you what you, your family, and everything else is worth to her – not as much as that few hours of excitement in a boring life… Remember that since it will NEVER change. It is how women are – so accept it, and use it to your advantage….

Drama is the Force. You can use it for good… or you can use it to command the dark side.

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COTW winner newlyaloof experiences what it’s like to be on the receiving end of a typical woman’s exquisitely honed talent for manipulation.

Women want everything in life – except for their men – to appease them.

Wife just called asking where lawnmower key was. I recognize this now for what it is. A shit test for me to say, “Don’t worry about it. I’ll do it when I get home.” But, I told her where the key was and to have fun. Haha. I could tell she wasn’t ready for that. She responded a few comments about hopefully being able to figure it out (again more guilt-loaded shit tests to get me to say I’d do it). I told her to have fun and she’d learn a thing or two. She replied, “Well, does it have any gas in it?” (another attempt) I replied, I don’t know, but fill it up if it needs it.” She replied, “No, I don’t want to fill it up with gas.”

See, she wanted the grass cut. She didn’t care about how busy I am or how many other priorities I have in front of the grass. She wanted appeasement on the grass, plain and simple, but she didn’t think it was worthy of her time to fill it up with gas. Think of that betas. She didn’t feel it was worth one minute of her time to fill up the lawn mower, but an hour of my time cutting the grass with it was.

Like the Federal reserve and our money supply, the more appeasement you give out, the lower your value. You’ve got to defund the Hypergamy Reserve one monetary-asshole-unit at a time.

I’m afraid it’s in the nature of woman to believe an indentured servant waiting on her hand and foot is an unalienable right granted by possession of a vagina. That’s why men need game… to disabuse women of that notion. Because the alternative is sucking up to ever more egregious demands for ever fewer opportunities at her snatch.


COTW runner-up is a putative female reader, cynthia, who writes,

Appeasement: to yield or concede to the belligerent demands of (a nation, group, person, etc.) in a conciliatory effort, sometimes at the expense of justice or other principles.

The MAN wants to appease. Peace, reconciliation, quiet.

The WOMAN wants something entirely different. We want drama.

You guys want the game to stop, with definitive results. We want the game to keep going forever.

Pithy. And surprisingly insightful… for a woman. (“for a woman” is the new “not all women are like that”.) Men do a lot of up-front hard work to court women, and so justifiably feel they should be able to coast once within the comfy confines of an LTR. Victory in war, followed by a long peace.

Women want none of that. They crave the drama, and get antsy when it’s missing. This is because women, unlike men, have shallow but wide and hungry egos that need constant validation. This need for validation issues from a subconscious realization that their worth is almost entirely tied up in their (fading) looks, while a man’s worth is connected to many facets of his life. Women lose sexual value at just the time that men gain sexual value, and from that dynamic is born women’s insatiable need for ego-validating drama to, paradoxically, quell their fears that their men might trade up.

Now of course there are those few men who are good at seducing women, who relish the game, and who take pleasure in turning the crank on the hamster wheel of up and down emotions. These men are dangerous precisely for the reason that women can’t help but love them so.

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This week’s COTW is richly deserved. Congratulations, burke.

and these stories are just the jolt ‘normal’ guys like me need as a reminder. i have had many MOA [moments of alpha], but i still have the instincts born of being raised by a single mother. if i say something that is shockingly rude in my mind, i am right about in a woman’s sweet spot. you can go way way further and still get results. if you could grind a woman’s entire being to dust with your dick, like a mortar and pestle, that’s the oblivion she is searching for

Insight elevated to sheer poetry by the breezy lack of punctuation. Women secretly desire their oblivion at the insistence of an imperious man. As the vessel sex, they must be filled with the life force of another — a powerful man, or a child — to fully experience sublimation of their souls. Thus it is that surrender is encoded in the gristle of woman.

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