Blazing into the COTW winner’s box is Corvo, explaining his “Full-Spectrum Pill” philosophy.
StAugustine said: “I hate to say it, but I lament somewhat how this blog has changed its focus from bringing game-awareness to the unenlightened to the bringing race-awareness to the unenlightened.”
That was a good example of the simple type of Game test I would have failed before I took the red pill. I have seen enough to know that my woman is a good one, but even a gentle shit test from a sweet girl needs to be properly handled. Well done.
I think, however, that CH is on the cutting edge in terms of making the connection between race-awareness and Game.
The culture has become increasingly negrofied, and, whether by nature, nurture, or CultMarx propaganda (seemingly a perfect storm of all three) so many young White men and boys are just unprepared for the reality of the mating game in the current year. Without race-awareness, far too many will either end up as wiggers–second-class, embarrassing, pale shadows aping the worst humans on the planet–or schlubby beta borderline incels. It’s not surprising, really, when you’re force fed a diet of CultMarx propaganda that tells White boys they have no culture or history to be proud of (in fact if anything they should feel guilty) and that they should just have some more potato chips and join in the magic negro worship.
Lifting, learning how to fight (or brushing up on what you used to know as a boy), using your brain to earn and be successful, learning how to shoot and generally take care of yourself and yours, and last but not least learning to reject the anti-White race-propaganda that’s flooding out society is, in my humble opinion, key to locking down a good White woman, having a successful and happy life, and ultimately setting yourself up, as CO would say, to put some of White buns in that oven and enjoy fatherhood and watching your little shitlords grow.
I was out in northeast Pennsylvania for a few days with the wife and kids at this big indoor water park / lodge place in the mountains. Demographically it wasn’t quite what I grew up with, but it was still 80% White. There were far too many soft White men lumbering around under too much fat; even worse was seeing young White boys already overweight at age 10. I’d estimate that a majority of the boys were fit and could grow into little shitlords given the right guidance. Most of the girls were fit, although most of the mothers were not (most outweighed my petite woman, who’s 7 months pregnant).
I’m no looker; 5’10” and about a buck-fifty; bald (been rocking the skinhead since college) and in my early 40s. I threw up a flag – put the TRUMP t-shirt on and walked around like I owned the fucking place. I over two days I had 4 cute girls, none older than 21, come up to tell me they liked my shirt (for the record, I got one positive comment from another father, and one smart-ass remark from a 65+ cat lady hag working at the on-site Starbucks – I told the cunt to make my coffee great).
😂 Nice one!
Yeah I gave the cute girls some friendly banter and invoked a little very mild dread game with my wife, but this is the point: there are still good (as good as they come anyway) White girls out there just waiting to be taken and lead. The quality ones are the ones with latent race-realism in their naughty little hearts. And any real man is going to want a brood of little shitlords one day.
I doubt any one of those girls would have approached me back in my go-along-and-get-along-beta-gentleman days.
Wherever they go, nogs and third-world ingrates showboat and walk around like they own the place. When the truth is they and their culture have built nothing, accomplished nothing, and know nothing; they are shallow, ignorant, and ultimately dependent on White men. I don’t walk around hating anything that doesn’t deserve hatred, but you need race-realism to put things into perspective so that you can go out there and pull the quality girls.
Sure, basic Game will get you plenty of warm holes to stick your dick in for a few minutes, and by all means use it to your advantage. But the cocktail of Game and race-realism mixed and served daily by the worthy men of Le Chateau are the prescription for true abundance in life.
This was some beautiful realtalk. Any mincing betaboy reading this is bound to sprout a few chest hairs.
Random hate is not the ends, nor even the means. It’s a confidence built on a serene understanding of one’s worth and the excellence of one’s lineage that speaks so potently to the female — and the male — hindbrain. Perspective is the right word. Red Pill, Dread Pill, Sex Pill, Race Pill… take them all and savor the nutritional supercharge to your self-conception, your social standing, and your attractiveness to women.