The Debased Beta

Spot the debased beta. This won’t be a difficult test. Regular beta males aren’t always immediately discernible, but debased betas stick out like a White person in Germany.

Our case study today is John Scalzi, a quisling male emblematic of so much that has gone haywire with White American men (and their beards).

Exhibit A: This is Scalzi’s Christmas card. He signed off on it. He approved of it. This is how he wants the world to see him.

Is this the Self-Shiv of the Week? I see two brutish women and one screeching little girl. Merry sexual inversion, everyone!

Nature abhors a T vacuum, and Scalzi, having surrendered his T to the devil for the nice life in a 98% White town, guarantees that his defensive back megawife and daughter take up the T slack. And so here they are, wife and daughter doing a man’s job and smirking like a cocky self-assured chad respectively, while the nominal male (scalzied) clasps his hands together and shrieks with delight off to the sidelines as the real men get to work.

Exhibit B: Scalzi in love

Here Scalzi is in the submissive position, an obvious inferior looking up to his wifely better (who hulks over him and honestly looks like she’s thinking about jamming that silver strap-on all the way up to his ovaries). Scalzi’s open-mouthed gape ever-so-subtly hints at a cloying adoration, and he strokes his deluxe buttplug with anticipatory sensuality. You will notice similar poses in almost all of John Scalzi’s photos with his wife.

A Twatterer, @zeroingclicks, twats,

When the wife has amused mastery on her face, the husband is fucked.

Scalzi’s wife does have that alpha male amused mastery look that says “Oh John, you’re such a naughty mangina. I can’t take you anywhere. There’ll be a spanking waiting for you later tonight.”

John: “Screeeee!”

@TheHardRight adds,

She looks about ready to regurgitate into his beak.

lmao

Exhibit C: Scalzi smooches

Kissing upward and nuzzling his doughy face into hard manjawline, eyes closed as his hunky lady peers into the middle distance looking burdened with the weight of the world (or for an escape from her husband’s octopus lips), Scalzi eagerly inverts the sexual polarity, taking on the role of the woman in his marriage, ceding all the T to his wife. Sad! Scalzi is like a pulp romance cover negative.

Exhibit D: Serious Scalzi

Scalzi tries to look serious (ie like a normal man), but is still out-mugged by his wife, who looks more serious, and tougher, than him. Who’s really sporting the D here? Notice again how Scalzi leans into his woman (a tell-tale beta posture), afraid he’ll get cut out of the picture or that another man with functioning gonads is waiting nearby to swoop his wife should Scalzi neglect to occupy her personal space for a hot second.

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The debased beta is a creature of the modern dystopian West. His kind was vanishingly rare before THEE CURRENT EPOCH, because any males in such craven, open revolt against their masculinity were bullied into social seclusion and ignored by women with anything on the ball. (Or they successfully transmogrified their effeminacy into a strength by becoming the charming dandy lover to loveless housewives.) But now they effloresce all across America’s fruitcup plains, glorified by the media, championed by disingenuous feminists, and medicated into an epicene stupor by Femme Pharma, corn, and porn.

Debased betaness is a bastardized form of the handicap principle. Self-deprecation is part of the seducer’s skill set that can be occasionally indulged to one’s benefit, *IF* one can afford to do so. But the abject and egregious and endless self-deprecation by which debased betas practically define themselves is a different beast entirely. It’s not a counter-signal of high male SMV, but rather a direct signal of the beta’s low sexual worth.

One wonders why debased betas (DBs) allow themselves to sink so low on the masculinity scale, and to flaunt their plushboy androgyny publicly to the cheers of fellow freaks and the jeers of the sexually dimorphic. Is the DB simply a virtue whore for the femkunt kollective, or is there a deeper psychological motivation explaining his self-inflicted emasculation?

Virtue signaling is definitely part of the equation, but only insofar as the DB believes his posturing for sexless equalism will land him some choice bluehair porkpussy (or clicks on his Amazon book link).

The handicap principle I mentioned above is a factor, but only applies to betas who don’t routinely and excessively neuter themselves, thus retaining some of the tactical value of the counter-signal. Scalzi is not one of these betas; his self-abasement is thorough, habitual, and nauseatingly ostentatious.

Another facet of the DB personality is the love for wallowing in powerlessness, reveling in weakness. This self-abnegating stance harkens the sacrifices of hermit monks or early Christian proselytizers, but the real impetus for it is the classic fear of success psychology. A lot of emasculated betaboys in Scalzi’s position don’t want to act more manly because they secretly fear improved manhood will lead them to abandon their fat wives. Affecting an air of servitude and prostration and doofusness reinforces the comfort bubble that debased betas prefer to ensconce themselves within, precluding any possibility of betterment and temptation to vice.

Some of the beta male proactive self-abasement, of course, is a loyalty signal to an unattractive wife from a husband with higher occupational or social status. I don’t think this is pertinent in Scalzi’s case, because apparently his wife is a writer like himself and by most accounts better at it, but it bears mentioning.

Finally, I come to what I consider the Prime Motivation of the debased beta…a motivation that has its source in the directives placed upon humanity by the God of Biomechanics.

Ego assuaging.

One will very often notice that debased betas bend the knee and present their balls in a jar to surprisingly unattractive girlfriends and wives; one would think that such beta male prostration makes more sense as a supine gesture to a much better-looking lover. But the reality is usually the opposite, and the reason has to do with the fragile state of the debased beta’s ego — he knows he is hitched to a low value woman, so to guard his ego against spiraling despondency he will feign the behaviors of a man of much lower SMV who is lucky to have such a woman as his. Scalzi’s self-emasculation is best viewed as a form of ego stroking; a faggoty shriek to the world that he is happy to assume second class status in his marriage because his wife is a prize worth adoring and elevating to great heights.

John Scalzi deserves this post’s hate because he’s a vector of a mind disease; he advocates by his actions and male feminist moralizing a demasculinization of American White men. Vivisecting him and displaying the entrails to the crowd is an important public service for any marginal males who may entertain thoughts of taking up the Scalzi banner….weakly, which they must quickly hand over to their daughters who can bench press more than they can.

Reminder that this is the Scalzi who bleeds under the CH shiv:

Been out to dinner and a movie, I guess I should check on what's new with Trump.

(Reads Twitter)

(Sets down phone)

(Screams forever)

— John Scalzi (@scalzi) January 11, 2017

*screams forever* This is a little girl’s tantrum pouring forth from a grown man’s piehole. Did he stamp his wee feet while tweeting this? I could carve a better man out of a Barbie doll.

ZOMG @kdlang just liked a tweet of mine and now I'm going to listen to Hymns of the 49th parallel and squee for the rest of the evening.

— John Scalzi (@scalzi) January 10, 2017

Reading Scalzi is like bathing in a vat of menstrual blood and having pure estrogen injected straight into the scrotum. One must exit Scalzi’s world through a decontamination chamber of red meat and range shooting. His sickness can’t be allowed to spread to vulnerable men. His dildology worldview is a disfigured anti-reality that will yield like buttery goodness to the shiv every time, because nothing substantial underlies it. And the Chateau will flay him, over and over, until his ugliness of mind and spirit perishes from the earth.