Here’s a simple social experiment necessitating few input variables other than a public venue and a street hustler to determine if you, or other men you can observe, exude alphaness or betatude.
Those carnival barkers working for non-profits like Greenpeaceout or Abortion, Yay! are useful proxies of a man’s SMV. Try this: the next time you pass by one or more of these millennial hippies holding clipboards and pamphlets near subway entrances, bus stops, or along busy sidewalks, take note of their reaction to you.
Do they accost you to pitch their dreck? You exude betatude.
Do they let you walk by unbothered? You exude alphaness.
Pretty cut and dry, if I must say. And if the NGO urchins begging for donations let you pass unmolested with a look of apprehension and even fear in their eyes, your alphaness may be off the charts. If, on the other hand, they rush right into your face and press their case for an uncomfortably long time as you stutter and stammer to get away, your betatude is bad enough to require a PUA’s intervention.
In short, look like a badboy who doesn’t suffer bullshit gladly, and you are likely an alpha who enjoys plenty of female attention. Look like a niceguy who takes shit from everyone, and you are likely a beta balls-deep in the GoFap Zone.
If you want to gauge your progress from invisible beta herb to irresistible alpha chad, keep track of the reactions you get from volunteer streetside beggars. You want to unlock the achievement level in which all those shitlib cause du jour curs are retreating from your arrival like the fucking Red Sea parting before Moses.
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Prof. Woland writes,
I was once approached by a SPLC fundraiser while getting out of my car at whole foods (where else?). He asked me if I knew who they were and tried to rope me into some guilt trip social justice tripe. I stopped and thought for a second then answered back that they were an anti-white organization. His face contorted like he had stuck his finger in an electrical socket. He was shocked. When I came out of the store 5 minutes later there was not a trace of him.
Beautiful. People think that these scumsucking anti-White leftoid organizations like the $PLC are so fully converged with the Weltanshauung that they are nigh impregnable to attack from the righteous, but the reality is that they are powerful because they’ve never experienced REAL PUSHBACK. The anti-White Left has been so protected and coddled by the media hate machine that they have no idea there are people out there who KNOW THE SCORE about them. So when they get hit with an accusation of anti-White bigotry, they fold like cheap lawn chairs. Because they know it’s true.

What if the girls take a direct step right in front of you?
[CH: who said it had to be a girl? (if she’s hot, i’ll assume she’s interested in my anaconda.)]
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Strong eye contact and a smirk and they (the girls) sometimes freeze and sometimes walk happily in front of you. Don’t know which is better but both are fun.
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I’ll usually meet their shoulders with mine.
very rarely another man gonna step square to me, if they are offset at all and you are. in stride you gonna twist them around when your stronger deltoids collide with their weakness
if it’s a women, then grab her by the pussy
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This certainly rings true. They used to run at me then that turned into mild attempts to get my attention now they sheepishly look away. I did notice yesterday that one alpha seeming older gent pushing something to the masses just said have a good day my man, no sales pitch.
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I’ve had similar happen to me.
Back in school, when I was woeful, I got approached by one of those bastards, trying to bait me and guilt me into signing up for some bs. At least I knew enough to just say “kiss off” in a roundabout way.
Not too long ago, I was out and about and there was someone asking for a petition or some other rigmarole and they left me alone and went towards some poor sap.
Nice gauge to follow in case you somehow find yourself slipping.
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I was once approached by a SPLC fundraiser while getting out of my car at whole foods (where else?). He asked me if I knew who they were and tried to rope me into some guilt trip social justice tripe. I stopped and thought for a second then answered back that they were an anti-white organization. His face contorted like he had stuck his finger in an electrical socket. He was shocked. When I came out of the store 5 minutes later there was not a trace of him.
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[…] How To Tell If You Exude Alphaness Or Betatude […]
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I guess I’m in limbo between alpha and beta…
… they often begin their approach, but when I turn and look at them directly with the steely-eyed missile man glare, they stop in their tracks and seek greener pastures.
On a side note: do girl scout cookie moms count… ’cause them broads are shameless. kekekekekekek
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Those moms are always on about their cookies. . . .
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Somebody has to be, I guess.
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I remember when this librarian looking leftoid bitch asked me to sign a petition – she was asking everybody. I looked up what it was about on my phone. It was some screed of an idea supported, as usual, by teachers unions and assorted groups of helicopter dodgers.
I told her I would not sign it and she said “Oh I knew you were one of those”.
I remained silent. The time has not come yet.
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Did you bang her?
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Dude that was a lot of time to waste for no reward. Looked up on your phone? Who has time for that shit?
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See also homeless people. In my younger blue pill days I must’ve looked like a mark because I’d get approached by beggars at least once daily, even if I had headphones in and wanted to tune out the world. Now I rarely walk around with headphones in, and I can’t remember the last time a beggar outright approached me.
I also have to note that aside from a slight change in physique due to working out, I still look and dress the same as I did in my homeless harassment days. How you carry yourself does more wonders than anything you could do looks-wise.
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I’m definitely alpha then.
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I assume this is done “without cheating?” I like to start talking to myself and acting half-angry and half-crazy. They ALL leave me alone. If I’m not paying attention and get jacked before I get into the swing of things they tend to approach me.
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wow, usually these alpha beta posts both stroke my ego and make me reflect. which I’m. fine with
but cruising down the street with my aZn QT happily on arm post coital exchange (usually only take her out after bangs because energy levels for me are so zero fucks and for her are so glowing that I get hit on) I can’t help but notice the very phaggot beggars doing their thing.
of course, some times they grow a pair and make eye contact, and then either an skeptical eyebrow raise or a scoff look put them quivering, while the girl ( eye candy) usually paired with the Manlet looks on in wanderlust
life is good brothers thanks to the cheateau and others bearing its message.
always be working, always be lifting, always improving.
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I have beautiful long hair which attracts all the charity losers.
And yet I insist to be counted among alpha ranks.
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Disagree. If they avoid you, they may simply be afraid or repulsed. This does not necessarily indicate alphatude. Someone who looks unhinged or unpleasant to deal with will be avoided by both the pamphleteers and women alike.
[CH: most people don’t look repulsive (the average matters). these street hustlers are trained to approach all kinds. so the way to bet is that if they’re avoiding you it’s most likely because you look like a bad ass who doesn’t suffer fools gladly, not because you’re dripping pus from leprotic sores.]
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“If they avoid you, they may simply be afraid or repulsed.”
If they’re women, it would signal betatude. But we’re talking men here.
Funny thing is, people often say I look like a serial killer. It doesn’t discourage the women any, though.
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Went to a job interview at Starbucks last week. I was hesitant because food venues can go horribly wrong for this but went anyway planning to split if things got out of control. Figured a homeless black dude would hassle me during my meetup. We sat outside and sure enough 4 Nigerians in business suits showed up talking loudly at the same time. Managed to impress them anyway and got called back to make a presentation to their “C Suite”. Sobering up in anticipation.
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Was this for IT Niggums?
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Yeah agree with CH. I live in a college town lots of these fucks hitting people up left and right. if you look like someone who doesn’t fuck around with bullshit like that they won’t approach.
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I guess I should feel good that not only do those type not even make eye contact with me anymore, even the fucking homeless “men” are silent as well. I just walk right by, and they know it: I earned my shit, motherfucker. Go earn your own. No words needed.
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By this definition, I am alpha… as long as I’m in Raleigh, or Atlanta, or New Orleans. In New York City, though, I am apparently a betazoid pussyhat. Not so much with the beggars, but the street hustlers selling tickets to the Empire State Building were so damn aggressive, and wouldn’t take no for an answer, that I cam really close to punching one guy’s lights out.
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My all-time favorite are the shirtless fat dudes hawking pretzels in Philadelphia summer heat.
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Well…seeing as we’re telling such stories, I remember when I was standing as a candidate and was out leafleting for the British National Party in quite a nice rural area. I was walking back down a gravel driveway when a disgusted liberal chap opened his front door with my leaflet between his fingers like he was hoilding a bag of dogshit. Him: Hey! take this back!’ Me: ‘No’ Him: ‘Well….get off my driveway!’ Me: ‘No’. Him (after awkward pause) ‘well….don’t ever put another leaflet through my door!’ Me: ‘I’ll put a leaflet through your door whenever I want’ Awkward pause, two men weighing each other up.
He disappears back behind his front door.
Years later, still makes me smile.
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I assumed it was the giant scowl and glaring, unblinking eyes giving me that ax murderer look, but hey, I’ll take it.
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The easiest way for them not to notice you is to walk fast with your head looking in the other direction away from them, alpha?
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One time I walked past some scruffy hipsters who were sitting on the sidewalk with one of them being the bearded guitar dude from Central Casting. As I stepped around them he thrummed his guitar defiantly at me.
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I’ve never had one of these hippie guys ask me to sign anything.
One time a hot college girl asked me to sign a petition advocating for gun control, and I told her I was against hoplophobia.
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Funny you mention that, the quickest way to get one of these folks to leave you alone is to ask how much money goes to white people, especially if it’s a charity for children. Few years ago in Seattle had one of those interactions- silly girl was going on and on about how her charity feeds hungry kids and gives them a better start in life, but never made any mention of who or where the money was for. I was actually willing to donate, provided it passed the white test, but as soon as I asked how much money is going to be spent on white children she got this weird look on her face and tried to appeal to the woman I was with.
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I’m the classic pretty boy stereotype. Good for getting chicks bad for this shit. Homeless people and these types of sjw street pushers always approach me for money. I’ve tried a lot of different tactics but the same way lots of dindus just straight up look like criminals in the face, I look like a well bred rich white dude.
I have to glare at them right in the eyes like I’m about to kick the shit out of them to be left alone. Thankfully I have a very deep voice so a few words and that’s that. But man it gets annoying. 50 people will pass a bum on the street and I’m the fucker who gets hit up for change every god damn time.
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When I was in (((grad school))) some azn bitch, clipboard in hand, came up to me when I was on my way to class and asked me if I “had a moment to help end discrimination.” I told her “nope, discrimination is great.” She said “ok…” in in a confused / disappointed way and slunk away with her head down. That was the last time I’ve ever been approached like that, but it’s not surprising since I live in a quiet conservative town where that shit is not appreciated..
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“REAL PUSHBACK”
Encouraging field report from the pozzland of higher ed (grad level), had to attend an extra class about inclusion blah blah, it was 2 female execs trying to guide the class through a discussion about a fictional business scenario where a woman gets overlooked for promotion and ignored in meetings cuz she’s a woman. It didn’t go smoothly as they planned because several of the young white men kept politely but insistently questioning the underlying premises. For example, “How do we know she wasn’t just a poor communicator of her ideas?” The white men in the room were saying in as many words, “We’re not going to put up with your ‘white men are always at fault’ agenda.”
It was glorious. I kept my mouth shut cuz I knew I’d get in trouble if I opened it, but I heartily enjoyed watching these young shitlords cause the 2 lady execs to stumble and mumble around. Everybody in the room knew exactly what was happening: REAL PUSHBACK.
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“How do we know she wasn’t fat?”
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People tell me that I look like a LEO. That is a good thing regards this article’s topic, but it is a bad thing such that all people give you the wary eye. I figure though that if it makes the Orcs and goblins think twice and give me a wide berth, then the advantage outweighs the disadvantage.
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Do you have a moustache? Because that is a classic LEO ‘tell’ (due to most LE orgs’ having regulations permitting the moustache but not the beard).
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Walk down the street like you own it (that should always be your default position). Make eye contact. Dare them. You’ll find the “men” will avert their gaze, usually looking straight down, but the girls will give you a bright smile. Approach is then easy, if you want.
Confidence. Better than all the romantic bullshit love songs combined.
Now you’ll occasionally run across another white shitlord, a courtesy nod as you pass will be reciprocated in kind.
All bets are off on any others who challenge.
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Ah, springtime, when otherwise unemployable students do professional begging gigs.
They usually tell me “nice suit” to get my attention. Damn right, it’s a nice suit, you pauper.
When Amnesty International accosts me, I say “Anarchy International” and keep moving. I think last year some group were holding signs saying ” I am a girl.” I am a girl signs were plastered all over bus shelters, too. Money for African girls, but for orphans in Belarus obviously. I either said, “nope” or “fück off.” They weren’t used to that.
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If you already know the score, why bother talking to them at all? Your busy, your ALPHA.
In unacceptably close quarters, shoulder your way purposefully and implacably through them with either an expression of amused detachment or a fiercely dignified scowl of impatience, depending on mood and circumstance. The forcefulness of your passage may also be adjusted upward or downward to suit the level of press and tone of moment.
When approaching from a distance, walk with a stately and measured pace along your chosen path, neither too slow (as if reluctant), nor too fast (as if you sought to bowl them over like a lineman bent on a tackle): but steady and natural, with chin slightly elevated and chest out – but certainly not in any exaggerated manner! Do not make eye contact as you close in; rather, focus and maintain your gaze at a vanishing point far beyond them and before you. When you sense (or hear) a stir in the periphery of your senses, or your way now begins to be impeded, neither respond immediately nor make eye contact; but continue to approach a little closer and then motion them GENTLY to the side with a free and casual hand (as if hardly giving it a thought) and all without altering either your far-seeing gaze or your level pace. A very slight look of contempt is permitted, if the situation warrants it; but that is not really necessary or even recommended. They are (obviously) only a minor distraction to your otherwise interesting and productive life and they don’t seem to exist in your world in any relevant manner.
Continue on with your day and act as though you hadn’t even encountered them. If anybody else who has also seen them (and whose politics is unknown to you – ESPECIALLY a woman) later asks after them, look puzzled and quite at a loss.
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Hand them back the racist card.
Beauty, thanks.
I can use that and laugh and laugh.
Our greatest weapon is ridicule and condescension… TWO weapons…
Our two greatest weapons are ridicule, condescension and mockery…
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i wasn’t expecting that…
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