If you are a proud cad of impeccable lust, you’ll amass a string of lovers over your life.

The number of conquests is less important than the ratio of the kinds of memories left in the wake of your snakequake.

A well-pounded man will have accumulated tiers of experiences with the lubricous sex.

The Nostalchicks

These are the girls for whom you will occasionally have pangs of nostalgia, and regret for what could have been but was foolishly discarded. Your heart will swell bittersweetly lingering over a photo from a bygone prom, or when a girl resembling your former lover struts across your view.

The Starlets

She took you on a wild ride. You recall the adventures together better than you remember her name. You never felt more alive, but you were never in love with her.

The Ones

Every man has “the one”, but only a few good men have “the ones”.

The Fillers

Names, faces, vaginas blur together in a memory miasma of fading masturbation fuel. It’s enough to know you had these girls; exact details and oddly nebulous feelings don’t matter. Some were flings, some were one night stands, some were girlfriends. You bid your time with them to avoid solitude, to feel a part of the slipstream of normiedom, to have something to do, and to enjoy until someone better came along. Their role in hindsight was to feed your tumescent….ego. You don’t regret a single one of your nights (or daytime hikes) with them, but you may be surprised how little color you retain of those limbically locked scenes.

The Lessons Learned

You should have bedded a femme fatale or ten. She was wicked, manipulative, cold as ice, and impossible to pin down. She made a beta of you, and you never forgot it. Lesson learned.

The Sex Machines

When you came with her it felt as if a bolt of electricity zapped a region of your brain somewhere behind the eyes and below the frontal cortex. She fucked like it was her destiny to fuck, and loved no one, not even herself. You used her with delight, and hoped the dopamine hits would never stop cumming, but you knew they would one day. And when the intimacy stopped, you left lighter of spirit, ready for your next quest, not looking back. She had her purpose, and that was not to be any man’s muse.

The Forgettable Fraction

Here go the assortment of flings that you would not have missed if they never happened, but which in the aggregate give a minor boost to your self-image: the garbage hour pickups, the crazy chicks, the unhygienic ho-bags, the desperately lonely, the cutters, the broken industry girls, the chubster on the cusp of desirability, the plain jane with a hot bod who liked to snort bumps and cry herself to sleep at night in lovelorn despair, the unfulfilled housewife, the drunken 2am grope-girls whose faces are blank sheets but who leave tiny morsels of memory which flit into your consciousness now and again…the color of a tuft of pubes dangling like ivy over a glistening labia illuminated by moonlight shards through a bay window, the sudden warm smile following your effort to straighten the hat on her head, a delicate hand guiding yours to a musty place, a poem she wrote and recited cloyingly as testament of her sincerity, the graceless flaunting of a taboo orifice offered with an awkwardly charming solicitation, fingertips peeling apart moist flaps in darkness as soft smacking noises betray urgency, the hot flush of cheeks as you descend on her from above…

Maybe not so forgettable after all, now that you think on it.

They didn’t make you a better man; they made you a fuller man.

The First

You remember almost nothing of her but that bright summer day you biked to her house and saw her sunning herself on the front lawn, reclined ass-up on a foldable lounge chair, shimmering silky bangs draped over her eyes which were engrossed in a book. She looked up, blew a bang out of one eye and smiled so big and joyously you could have died right there. Her teeth were the sun, her face a vision, her skin flawless….but that ass, round and firm and pert…it was a miracle of perfect mathematical form. And you won’t know until later, sometimes much later when wisdom has carved your idealism into a workable shape, that The First was also The Last. It will never be like that again, cruel cosmic law.

The ratio of each category of romantic conquest sealed in your memory, which I listed above, should, if you made the most of your womanizing time on this earth, break out as follows:

The Nostalchicks — 20%
The Starlets — 5%
The Ones — 5%
The Fillers — 20%
The Lessons Learned — 10%
The Sex Machines — 10%
The Forgettable Fraction — 30%
The First — all of them and none of them

The key to a healthy repository of memories is to never stop adding to it.

The Trumpian Knot

Here’s how Trump could cut the Gordian Knot.

Pow wow with the remaining moderate Dems. Tell them you will work with them on increased taxes on the wealthy (Jeff Bozo hardest hit) and on anti-trust suits and even on some form of universal health insurance in exchange for his immigration restriction demands.

Tell them he can’t work with “stuck in the mud old dems like pelosi” or with “those communist lunatics on the far left”. Say that the glory is theirs if they work with him to move America away from neoliberalism and neoconnery. They will get credit and their constituents will approve.
The DSA commies and the shtetl Dems will be isolated, and blocked off from the new alignment. But Trump has to act fast. The Deep State Silent Coup now emboldened by the Dem House will swallow him whole if he dawdles.

Everything can be revisited later and reversed if desired, but demographic displacement is forever. This is his hill to die on.


A reader, J.H., is pessimistic,

Not gonna happen.

This is going to end with Trump using executive power and blocs of states refusing to comply, which will constitute de facto secession.

There is no pulling this out of the fire. There is no reality where the Democrats compromise with Trump.

In dark moments, I fear this future is more likely.

Angry Gamer, on the Jeff Bozo cringe-fest,

Of course Jeff B is a Beta. Compare him to Trump or Ellison and you will get the full picture.

And of course the Dirty Sanchez opened Jeff up. I would not be a bit surprised if she wore him down in a concerted effort to get her puffy lips around his modestly sized personal Kindle.

Skittles Man is the perfect model of how men should treat women.

Casual gifts that mean nothing are fawned over. Multi thousand dollar rings are looked at contemptuously.

I really think that women have an out of range mental reset built in their hindbrains. You trip it by doing something at the extremes. Give her a Pony she will go gaga. Give her a 10 cent piece of candy “you personally picked out at the Mart” she goes gaga.

This kind of mechanism is the only way to explain Skittles man and Doubling Down. Women are idiot boxes to out of the norm behaviors.

A half-assed cheap gift wrenched from an emotionally distant heart: women swoon.

Thousands of dollars in expensive gift jewelry: women can barely conceal their contempt.

Women’s love doesn’t have to be expensive unless you insist on it.

Then it will get very expensive for you.

Anglin & Amplify

In response to Steve King’s virulent racial hatred, which involved false claims that “Western civilization” is not an offensive term which oppresses already victimized people of color, Congressional Republican leaders have announced that they will be putting on a live show featuring their wives having sex with black men.

Billed as “Abraham Lincoln’s Mandingo Extravaganza to Stop White People,” Kevin McCarthy, Mitch McConnell and Mitt Romney will all offer up their wives to to black men, while they sit on the couch, watching and masturbating. The show will air live on C-SPAN. […]

After the upcoming Extravaganza was announced, Romney told CNN’s Don Lemon that the gangbang will be “really rough” and would involve “humiliating BDSM.”

“Let me tell you Don, the deepthroat is going to be brutal. And when I say brutal, I mean ‘brutal’ with a capital ‘b.’”

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” Lemon replied. “Like all Americans, I can’t wait to watch it.

The best modern satirists publish on dissident blogs that are hounded off the internet day and night by an unholy alliance of corporate and government agents for Globoschlomo.

It must burn these party apparatchiks that the revolutionary spirit lives on in America among The Deplatformed, who occupy the moral high ground and thumb their noses at their putative betters.

Mockery is war by other means. Commence happy ridicule.


Let the hate flow through you:


Let the irate flow through you:


This Steve King fiasco is Peak Anti-White Hysteria. The man said nothing untoward. He said, in so many words, it was a shame that Western Civ was being smeared as “White supremacy”. If he did anything wrong it was talking to a JYTimes propagandist.

As J.R. notes,

the craziness of it all is he’s being crucified for something he didn’t even say

in fact, what he did say was implicitly criticizing White Nationalism and White Supremacy, cause he was clearly saying, hey, when did Western Civilization become a bad thing? When did it become racist and white supremacist?

he’s saying those are bad things which Western Civ isn’t


Heritage America has no representation anymore.

424-1 in favor of condemning those who would entertain the thought that Whites have an identity.

The one nay vote was from a black Dem who thought the resolution didn’t go far enough.

lol america is finished.

The Two Minutes Hate directed against Steve King is symptomatic of a mind disease that has gripped the Western consciousness and won’t let go. Even otherwise normal, level-headed Americans are slave to the illness. What a shame. The craven prostration and groveling is what’s so disgusting about the whole spectacle.

Why do men like Crenshaw bend the knee to a puppet master who mocks them to their faces? Why make a show of his groveling on Twatter? Just vote “cuck” to appease the weasels and move on. Don’t hit up twatter to preen grotesquely about how bad Whites are for noticing their Whiteness.

But the greatest humiliation was reserved for Steve King, who had the temerity to insinuate that Whites are a collective identity with a glorious history of achievement who don’t deserve to be displaced from their own countries by third world rabble. One of those yea votes for the resolution condemning Steve King was from….Steve King.

As symbolism of a dying, weak, self-abasing race goes, that is hard to beat. Steve King condemning Steve King for crimes against the Diversity Orthodoxy he didn’t even commit.

It’s times like these I dream of the flammenwerfer.


blue pill: we’re all the same, happy happy joy joy!
red pill: race differences are real, asians are smarter than whites, checkmate lib!
rivers running with blood pill: whites deserve their own homelands fashioned in their image and reflecting their values.

She gets around‘: NFL star ex-fiance of Jeff Bezos’ new lover Lauren Sanchez claims she cheated on him, expected him to pay for everything and then kept their engagement ring when they split after four years together

ALPHA: giving a young hot chick a bag of Skittles for her birthday and she still loves you

BETA: falling deeply in love with a botoxed, road-worn slut and losing 70 billion in the divorce settlement after your wife finds out

Be Skittles Man, don’t be Jeff Bozo. The billions aren’t worth the effort to earn it if you’ll only blow it on a haggard slut with clown lips.


From P.K. Griswold,

I hereby amend my previous comment wherein I speculated that Bozos warm-opened this skank.

Nope. She opened him.

Sanchez’s hamster recognised Bozos for the pathetic little MARK that he is (probably at a dinner party he hosted) and she moved in for the hypergamous killshot.

Read the text messages; she had him eating out of her hand. Just a matter of time after that before she got her big payday. Good for her. She got what she deserved and so did Bozos.

You reading, Anglin? MONEY IS NOT ALPHA.

Sanchez is the classic femme fatale, minus the femme.

When you endured your formative years as an incel nerd and spent your twenties marinating in self-doubt about your ability to attract decent-looking women, a sudden influx of billions of dollars won’t fix your confidence problem. You’ll still see yourself as that lsmv loser, so when an aging beauty comes onto you, you fall in love.

This is Jeff Bezos.

Mockery Or War, No Other Choice

Leftoids are an emotive species, and react to challenges to their authority on a continuum from hysteria to genocidal bloodlust. Since we are not yet at the point of genocidal bloodlust, mockery is our preferred weapon for defeating the Army of Amazogs. Mock shitlibs until you are giddy with sadistic pleasure and your targets are foaming at the mouth and vagina.

Your ridicule is a rhetorical rumspringa from the suffocating Globohomo narrative. You should revel in delivering verbal shivs of pain to shitlibs. The louder they shriek, the closer to bone you’ve hit.

Because this is all we’ve got. If mockery fails, it’ll be war. And that outcome is a lot less amusing.

On that somber note, here are recent innovations in shitlord mockery that you just know have rubbed leftoid egos raw.

That looks like SABO’s work. Brutal and brilliant!

To think that meme is based on a real life human male.


Right-wing activists stormed the security wall surrounding House Speaker Nancy Pelosi’s California mansion and demanded access into the building Monday.

The group was led by Laura Loomer, an activist who has been at the center of many stunts, including interrupting congressional hearings and chaining herself to the doors of Twitter’s New York offices.

Loomer was joined by a small group of alleged illegal immigrants from Guatemala. Loomer and her accomplices carried a large banner with the faces of notable Americans who have been killed by illegal immigrant crime over the recent years attached to its surface.

During one part of the video, Loomer could be seen marching to the door of Pelosi’s mansion, demanding she be let in to make a “sandwich” with the other illegal aliens. Loomer found the door to be locked and complained that it was “hypocritical” of Pelosi to not have “open doors and borders” to her own property.

That was an effective stunt. Kudos to Loomer for pulling it off and raising awareness about globalist hypocrisy. The actual illegals were a nice touch.

More send-ups:

Poz, Inc.

A lot of these pozzed anti-White man ads such as the recent Gillette commercial are targeted at women. White women are the primary buyers of the crap that Poz, Inc sells, so if you want to boycott pozzed companies you have to enlist your gf, wife, mistress to participate in the boycott. I hope your frame is rock solid and your ZFG unshakeable, because the salvation of the West depends on it.

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