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Piers Morgan (he’s had a “come to shitlord” moment) writes about Trump’s sway over the ladies. Read this, and you’ll wonder yourself if Trump was a founding proprietor of Le Chateau.

‘They say every powerful man is good in bed,’ I once asked Donald Trump. ‘That true?’

He smirked. ‘I think there is a certain truth to that, yes. Put it this way, I’ve never had any complaints. A lot of it is down to The Look. It doesn’t mean you have to look like Cary Grant, it means you have to have a certain way about you, a stature. I see successful guys who just don’t have The Look and they are never going to go out with great women.

‘The Look is very important. I don’t really like to talk about it because it sounds very conceited… but it matters.’

Count the number of statements Trump made which affirm core CH principles governing male-female relations.

  • Powerful men are generally good in bed. Why is male power and sexpertise correlated? Power imbues a man with self-confidence that opens bedroom possibilities to him, enticing him to be more demanding of the women he sweetly fucks, which in turn makes those women perceive him as more sexually skilled. Similarly, women will have stronger orgasms with a powerful man, regardless of the man’s objective sexual prowess, which alters their perception of the man’s skill.
  • “A lot of it is down to The Look.” Trump understands that facial expression and body language can communicate charismatic winner… or dull loser. Handsomeness is beneficial, but not required. A man who projects confidence with his posture, his piercing gaze, his unflappable ZFG demeanor, and his snapper-sundering smirk is more alluring to women than the prettyboy with the vacant stare.
  • “I see successful guys who just don’t have The Look and they are never going to go out with great women.” Trump, like CH, knows that money and business success are no guarantee of pussy abundance. Wealthy Silicon Valley nerdos lacking in any notable charm, like fat waifu-settling Mark Cuckersperg, are proof that wealth cannot compensate for a shit personality. Women are turned off by dull betas, even if a billion dollar portfolio is added to the equation. Sure, not a few golddiggers will fake their love to mooch the betabux moolah, but that is paid-for allure. Transaction “love” is no substitute for sincere validation love.

There is no doubt in my mind that Trump enjoys, and has enjoyed, the validation love of many beautiful women in his life. Strong evidence for my assertion comes from Trump’s ex-wives, who speak better of him than most men’s current wives speak of them.

ps article via minor Twatter celeb @DJTWMAR.

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This is great. Cracks in the Hivemind honeycuck are beginning to show, as more and more honest men of integrity and heavy sack speak outside the anti-White narrative. Our Shitlord of the Week is an anchorman for a Fargo, ND local news channel. Not only does he use the term “open borders” with less-than-obsequious reverence, he calls out the traitorous oligarchs conspiring to turn American into, as president Floppy Wrist once put it, a “hodge podge of folks”. Via:

“Partnership for a New American Economy”. Twatter’s “Trust and Safety Council”.

It’s as if the leftoids currently holding the megaphone and the moneymen currently holding the GOPe by the short n curlies read Orwell’s 1984 not as a cautionary tale but as a manual for running the country.

The arrogance of our New American Traitors is breathtaking. Their fall will be equally awesome.

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Game Recognized

What a public sight I saw recently. A fat (white) man — grossly obese like David Fatrelle after a pastry bender, arms like bloated Ganges corpses, manboobs jutting so forcefully into the air I thought they might spontaneously projectile lactate — was in the midst of a tiff with his (white) girlfriend.

His cute, slender, perfectly fuckable (white) girlfriend.

She was crying, her face contorted and flushed with emotional discharge. A lover’s argument kind of face. She was at his side, then walking ahead of him and turning to plead with him, then walking backward in front of him to keep pace with his uninterrupted stride, (or, in his case, shamble). Every so often she would reach out and grip his ham hock solicitously, to punctuate a question or coax a response.

He said nothing, mostly ignoring her except for the occasional exasperated frown. He barely acknowledged her, brushing off her touches and changing his peripatetic course so that she’d have to jog after him to keep him with earshot. His body language was as dismissive as his silence. This cute girl who’d have no trouble finding ten other non-obese men willing to fuck her and love her and dry her tears was chasing down a land manatee and begging for his tenderness.

BEGGING.

His tits were bigger than hers.

BEGGING.

Game recognized, fat man.

It’s not the first time I’ve seen similar scenes, but it was one of the more egregious examples of the awesome power of Game to overcome almost any male deficiency. How did I know he had Game? I knew indirectly, through his girlfriend’s reactions. But I also knew by the way he hauled his heft.

Fat as he was, underneath all that triple-chinned blubber I could discern the contours of a shitlord’s ZFG mug. His eyes, in permanent squint through larded lids, projected but one emotion: cocky self-confidence. He never wavered under the onslaught of her tears; there was no second act where her entreaties broke his situational command. He walked on, he smirked, he pushed her off, and he never appeased her implied demand for comforting reassurance. A fat man walking with a chiseled man’s self-regard. The alpha attitude was all over him, and when I saw that I understood how it came to be this thin, sexy girl was chasing after him, coiled in a tempest of dread that he might leave her and take the warm swaddle of his pendulous milktits with him.

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From deep in the Le Chateau crypt (2007), a post about common beta male body language mistakes:

Closed body language

Guys who are confident that nothing in life can touch them have very open and smooth body language.  Nervous guys who are always afraid of fights, of being sucker punched, of conflict, will defensively scrunch up their body as if they were psychologically warding off blows.  Guys who fear nothing open their arms, expose their chests, and generally project the look of someone who never worries about being caught off-guard.  In that vein, avoid shoving your hands in your pockets, crossing your arms, standing with a narrow stance, looking around the room with darting eyes, slouching, or grabbing one forearm with your hand.

Recently (2016), from an NPR broadcast,

To Catch Someone On Tinder, Stretch Your Arms Wide

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In these experiments, the researchers compared young adults’ closed, slouched postures against open, or expanded, ones.

“An expansive, open posture involves widespread limbs, a stretched torso and general enlargement of occupied space,” says Tanya Vacharkulksemsuk, a social psychologist at the University of California, Berkeley and lead author on the study published Monday in the Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences.

For the 144 speed daters, Vacharkulksemsuk says, “expansiveness nearly doubles chances of getting a yes [to see each other again.]” […]

Separately, she and her colleagues had three men and three women create two dating profiles each on a popular dating app. (All six participants were white and heterosexual). Their profiles were identical in every way except the pictures in one profile were all expanded postures, while its twin had all contracted poses.

The participants swiped yes on every potential suitor — 3,000 in total — for 48 hours. “Profiles that feature expansive photos were 27 percent more likely to get a yes,” Vacharkulksemsuk says. Expanding made both men and women more desirable during speed dating and in the dating app. The effect was more pronounced for men, however.

Bolded to twist the shiv in feminists’ spotted hides. Sorry, feminists, dominance displays benefit men more than women! (You can tell how badly this shiv hits the shitlib bone by the alacrity with which the NPR writer avoided deeper examination of this equalist narrative-busting caveat.)

These postures convey power and openness, says Vacharkulksemsuk. “The information packing in that nonverbal behavior is social dominance, and where that person stands in a hierarchy,” she says. And, presumably, the person high in the pecking order is sexy. Alphas are scarce and in demand.

The reader who forwarded the NPR link asks, “Do you ever get tired of being right?”

No.

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Now this is a Fuck Me Stare.

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H/t reader passionman, who writes, “Expression translated: If you fucked me, my life will be complete. Absent that, you have my vote.”

The female version of the sex stare is noticeably, how you say, creepier than the male version. That is, if a man had this look for, say, TheCunt at one of her recipe swapping rallies, she’d signal Secret Service to apprehend him and whisk him away to an undisclosed location for a feminist brainwashing session.

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I’ll let you in on a leetle secret. It wasn’t Trump’s policy positions that initially roused my enthusiasm for his prospects as a cuckstablishment destroyer. Yes, the Wall and the rest of it certainly sealed the deal, but it was Trump’s charisma — his Game — that I noticed first and, based on my judgment then, would be the pure energy that carried him to victories innumerable. I have since been vindicated.

Trump’s Game is evident in the facility with which he handles friends and foes alike, but for astonishingly confirming evidence, one should look to the archives of Trump’s statements on female nature. The man clearly knows the score.

Shitlibs faint with the “I can’t even” vapors at the sight of Trump’s knowledge droppage, but we who operate in the dating trenches nod knowingly and recognize Trump as one of us: the few, the proud, the poonlords.

Here’s a selection of Trumpening Truths about women:

I would never buy Ivana any decent jewels or pictures. Why give her negotiable assets?

Trump gets that all’s fair in love and divorce.

Beauty and elegance, whether in a woman, a building, or a work of art, is not just superficial or something pretty to see.

Trump knows that Beauty is Truth, and Ugliness is Lies.

26,000 unreported sexual assaults in the military-only 238 convictions. What did these geniuses expect when they put men & women together?

Trump understands that men and women are different in mind as well as body.

It’s certainly not groundbreaking news that the early victories by the women on ‘The Apprentice’ were, to a very large extent, dependent on their sex appeal.

Pretty women can cash in their looks for fabulous prizes. And they do.

You know, it doesn’t really matter what [the media] write as long as you’ve got a young and beautiful piece of ass.

Self-evidently true.

There are basically three types of women and reactions. One is the good woman who very much loves her future husband, solely for himself, but refuses to sign the [prenup] agreement on principle. I fully understand this, but the man should take a pass anyway and find someone else. The other is the calculating woman who refuses to sign the prenuptial agreement because she is expecting to take advantage of the poor, unsuspecting sucker she’s got in her grasp. There is also the woman who will openly and quickly sign a prenuptial agreement in order to make a quick hit and take the money given to her.

Trump is familiar with the female archetypes. He is also familiar with the CH maxim “Always be ready to walk. It’s a man’s best defense against scheming broads”.

Women have one of the great acts of all time. The smart ones act very feminine and needy, but inside they are real killers. The person who came up with the expression ‘the weaker sex’ was either very naive or had to be kidding. I have seen women manipulate men with just a twitch of their eye — or perhaps another body part.

The greatest con feminism ever pulled was the idea that women are powerless pawns in the resource-acquisition market.

[Angelina Jolie’s] been with so many guys she makes me look like a baby… And, I just don’t even find her attractive.

Trump is a based slut shamer. He knows that cock-ravaged sluts have lowered their value as marriage material. #NoHymenNoDiamond

My favorite part [of ‘Pulp Fiction’] is when Sam has his gun out in the diner and he tells the guy to tell his girlfriend to shut up. Tell that bitch to be cool. Say: ‘Bitch be cool.’ I love those lines.

Trump is well aware of sexual dynamics, and that a real man is in charge of his woman. Beta males get steamrolled.

During one down period, I referred to him in print as a ‘financially embattled thousandaire’ and he sent me a copy of the column with my picture circled and ‘The Face of a Dog!’ written over it.

Fucking LOL. If the ugly shoe fits…

Women find [my] power almost as much of a turn-on as [my] money.

The stoniest, coldest truth. Chicks dig power. Men dig beauty. Trump is a student of the immutable cosmic laws governing the sexes.

All of the women on ‘The Apprentice’ flirted with me — consciously or unconsciously. That’s to be expected.

Trump assumes the sale. A sterling demonstration of a classic Game technique.

Bonus TrumpenTruth!

Women: “You have to treat ’em like shit.” (New York magazine, Nov. 9, 1992)

And here the Trumpening completes the circle with the Chateau. A maestro of the muff, Trump has internalized one of the Chateau’s timeless truths: Every girl loves a jerkboy fascist. They can’t help themselves. All the quisling, mewling betaboys can do is nip at the Asshole Alpha’s ankles, inflamed with envy as they go home at night to be reminded of their low sexual worth by the sight of their fat and dumpy wives (or gay lovers).

Donald Trump is the father and role model every young boy would be blessed to have, especially the little shitlib boys. May the Lord guide him and help him achieve the ultimate AMOG of America’s pissant cucks: the White House throne.

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Meet Robert Morrow, recently elected Chairman of the Travis County, TX GOP. He may be the 21st Century’s (and maybe the 20th Century’s) first American Shitlord politician. A few megatriggering morsels from his Twatter timeline:

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Rick Perry has craved fucking men in the ass most of his life! Dead serious.

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Travis County Republican Party – so this is what a post nuclear world looks like.

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Picture: Barack Obama being blown by a gay prostitute Larry Sinclair while smoking crack. Reality –

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Karl Rove needs to be asked: HAVE YOU EVER HAD HOMOSEXUAL SEX WITH ALI AKBAR?? DID GAY HOOKER JEFF GANNON BUST YOUR SOFT LITTLE ASS??

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Kolsti Duc Nguyen: “Will you ever run for state-wide office?”

Doubt it. Maybe President.

😂😂😂 This is a great time to be alive. The GOPe is about to implode. The Dems are turning into a sop party for third world ingrates. Shitlords are tearing up the anti-White Narrative and replacing it with Realtalk so violently unsparing that we may bear witness to fatties and freaks on tumblrrhea mass suiciding. Ross Douthat furrows his fivehead and cries, “O tempura O mores! Wherefore gentility! This vulgarian dares speak for the people??” And a Travis County GOP Chairman unapologetically proclaims his love of big titties.

The cause of all this hope and change is existential fear and the survival instinct kicking in. White people all over the country feel their numbers dwindling. It’s subconscious for some, keen awareness for others. Slow, genocidal dispossession from one’s homeland and nation that one’s ancestors built has a way of wonderfully focusing minds. The Trumpening has unleashed celestial forces beyond the control of the Inner Party equalist leftoids. White men are finding their balls, and the earth is about to rend.

PS The Diversity + Proximity = War reference page is constantly updated with links to new studies. Check in frequently so that you can disperse to leftoid and cuck hinterlands with a full belt of ammunition.

PPS Here’s a special Twat for reader PA. He’ll get the joke.

PPPS Donald Trump just said to a Michigan crowd, “I love my people”. That’s White whistling, and the clarion call to revolution couldn’t come a moment too soon.

You face two choices, cucks. You can either get on board the Trump Train, or watch futilely as your carefully manicured world blows up and the ashes wash into the gutter.

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