Alpha Of The Month

Best part of this photo is the Holy See delegation just behind the right shoulder of Papua John’s double peckeroni pizza roll. Holy Seeeeeeiiittt!

How many UN globalist girls forced their faces into a rictus of feigned indifference as Delegate Horny Level 99 schwinged and schwung in front of them? Phonies, the lot.

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Bold White Prole Of The Week: Roy Larner

Roy Larner, a 47-year-old White prole, took on three mudfilth muslim killers and lived to tell the tale.

47-year-old Roy Larner battled the three machete-wielding jihadis with bare fists and shouted: “Fuck you, I’m Millwall!”

This should be the new maul-right rallying cry. Season to taste, e.g., “Fuck you, I’m Louisville!”.

Roy was enjoying a pint in a pub when the attackers ran in with machetes, chanting, “Islam, Islam!” and “This is for Allah!”

He’s now been hailed as the Lion of London Bridge, a reference to his football club’s nickname. But like any true set of football fans, his mates have been sure to keep his feet firmly on the ground.

They’ve presented him with a book called Learn to Run – a tongue-in-cheek gesture, praising him for not hiding when the terrorists entered the building.

Unlike the demeaning snark aka humiliation porn enjoyed by swpl shitlibs, prole humor is authentic, generous, and genuinely funny.

Roy was knifed eight times by the attackers at the Black & Blue restaurant and bar. He fearlessly shouted back and fought them alone, saving countless lives and allowing others to escape in the process.

Hero Roy told The Sun from hospital: “They had these long knives and started shouting about Allah. Then it was, ‘Islam, Islam, Islam’.

“Like an idiot, I shouted back at them. I thought, ‘I need to take the piss out of these bastards.’ I took a few steps towards them and said, ‘Fuck you, I’m Millwall.’ So they started attacking me.”

Roy claimed he shouted it a second time, and described it as ‘the worst thing’ he could have done as they carried on attacking him.

“I stood in front of them, trying to fight them off. Everyone else ran to the back. I was on my own against all three of them, that’s why I got hurt so much.

Let’s have a look at Roy’s physiognomy:

100% shitlord. No doubt about it. His bravery should therefore be unsurprising to anyone who understands the predictive power of #PhysiognomyIsReal.

Roy Larner is hereby bestowed with the highest gallantry honour a limey can receive — the Chateau Heartiste Iron Triskelion.

Roy Larner didn’t choose love. He chose to stand and fight. And that should shame every quisling White lib in the West.

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Body Language Analysis

Submitted for your judgment: A photo of four — two women, two men — preserved in a ripely evocative group pose begging for a body language analysis.

We’ll start with the men.

USA Hat: strong posture, shit-kicking boots, no toothy smile, no hoverhand (his hidden hand might even be snugly nestled in the small of the woman’s back), contrapposto standing pose (this is the iconic alpha male pose when standing in place), the fist is a little try-hard and cheesy but it works as an accessory to his general aura. Most telling: he has no discomfort pressing his body and her body together for the camera. A subatomic particle couldn’t wedge itself between those two. Bonus body language cue: there’s a subtle, yet jam-packed with sexual polarity, power dynamic in evidence: she’s practically motor-boating his pecs. VERDICT: ALPHA MALE

Paramilitary Peacocker: feet pointing straight ahead and nearly heel to heel in a casual setting indicates some discomfort with his surroundings, arms clasped tightly behind back add to the overall impression of closed body language indicating that this man is uneasy in this free-wheeling social environment and doesn’t want his body intruding in the physical or sociosexual senses. The un-toothed smirk is a plus as is the Eastwoodian squint, but the facial confidence is betrayed by his body leaning into the group. If you’re worried about getting cropped from a photo, don’t lean in; just position yourself closer to the center of the pack, even if it means physical closeness that stresses you out. VERDICT: RECENTLY WOKE AND WILLING TO LEARN BETA MALE

Now the women:

Blondie: Easy natural smile, relaxed posture. She’s executing a three-quarter turn which means she’s not too solipsistic for a woman (the self-absorbed women tend to stop whatever they’re doing and turn to pose conspicuously and dramatically for the camera), the three-quarter turn with one knee bent also reveals an underlying feminine warmth that I bet translates to a preference for bedroom intimacy…and note to whom her bent knee is pointing (USA! USA!). This broad looks like a lot of fun at a party, the type of girl who’d scamper around making everyone feel at home. VERDICT: ALPHA FEMALE BASED ON LOOKS ALONE

High Contrast Ravenette: Her smile is a mystery novel, evoking at once consternation, callousness, mischief, and a volcanic smoldering sexuality. Her MAGAma is about to blow. All she needs is to find that man with enough T in the tank to scale her summit, peer over her precipice, and with a cocksure grin coax a mighty eruption from the abyss that is her tightly wound womanly soul. And from the body language assessment I have provided so far, that man won’t be Paramilitary Peacocker. Bonus body language clue: look closely and you’ll see she’s matching USA Hat’s contrapposto pose. Mmmmhmmmm, awww yeeeeahhh. VERDICT: ALPHA FEMALE BASED ON LOOKS ALONE

PS Big ups to both women for keeping their hair long and their tats, if they have them, away from their necks and faces. It’s almost too much to ask of women nowadays, ain’t it?

PPS Ladies, ladies, don’t knit your delicate brows. You should feel honored to place among the women who have served as CH muses. Seriously.

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Shitlord Of The Week: TX Rep. Matt Rinaldi

Call it the Trump Effect (NPR uptalkers call it that): another White man has unlocked the Secret Cow Level where his balls roam free to graze, and finds that he likes the heft of them.

Republican lawmaker: I called immigration authorities on Capitol protesters

On the last day of the regular session of the Texas Legislature, hundreds protested at the Capitol — and Republican state Rep. Matt Rinaldi called ICE on them. He also nearly came to blows with Democratic colleagues.

[…]

State Rep. Matt Rinaldi, R-Irving, said he called U.S Immigration and Customs Enforcement while hundreds of people dressed in red T-shirts unfurled banners and chanted in opposition to the state’s new sanctuary cities law. His action enraged Hispanic legislators nearby, leading to a tussle in which each side accused the other of threats and violence. […]

Hispanic Democratic lawmakers involved in the altercation said it wasn’t physical but indicated that Rinaldi got into people’s faces and cursed repeatedly. Video shot from the House floor shows both Republicans and Democrats pushing each other.

“[Rinaldi] came up to us and said, ‘I’m glad I just called ICE to have all these people deported,’” said state Rep. César Blanco, D-El Paso, whose account was echoed by state Reps. Armando Walle, D-Houston, and Ramon Romero, D-Fort Worth.

“He said, ‘I called ICE — fuck them,'” Romero added. Rinaldi also turned to the Democratic lawmakers and yelled, “Fuck you,” to the “point where spit was hitting” their faces, Romero said.

😆 😆

“Matt Rinaldi looked into the gallery and saw Hispanic people and automatically assumed they were undocumented. He racially profiled every single person that was in the gallery today. He created the scenario that so many of us fear.”

It’s about time these fucking anti-White shock troops felt a shiver of fear.

Let’s have a look at Matt Rinaldi’s physiognomy.

Very trustworthy. Would enlist in the Chateau Deconquista Corps.

His wife is nice looking, too. Not surprising, really. Shitlord of the Week winners can usually be counted on to have wifed up attractive, non-fatty White women. This is a good time to introduce my “Bangable Wife” assessment of a man’s commitment to preserving White America: the hotter the wife, the more likely her husband won’t sell his country to the nearest globohomoist oligarch bidder.

I know Texas will soon turn blue thanks to the refried beaner tidal wave, but in their defense if there are any White men left who will fight for Heritage America, you can bet a lot of them live in Texas.

Three cheers for Matt Rinaldi!

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Alpha Or Beta?

Ok, now same question, but with the roles reversed: the groom dragging the reluctant bride by her dress collar to the altar.

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Covfefe Game

Galactic Overlord Trump made a typo in a tweet and hit send before checking. He obviously meant to type “[media] coverage” instead of “covfefe”. On cue, full spectrum shitlibs descended into mass womanish hysteria and haven’t stopped crying about it. Trump decided to let the typo stand overnight before deleting it (or delighting in it) in the morning, figuring that there was much entertainment value to be had in triggering infantile shitlibs into yet another tantrum. Naturally, he was right. In the morning, he deleted the typo and replied with this tweet:

Who can figure out the true meaning of "covfefe" ??? Enjoy!

— Donald J. Trump (@realDonaldTrump) May 31, 2017

This is classic Trump; make a common mistake that millions of normal Americans make all the time when typing on their phones, wind up deranged lunatic shitlibs, and then drive them over the brink of sanity by poking a little fun at himself. Self-deprecation is most effective when it’s used to defang, belittle, or otherwise show up humorless drones like your garden variety Trump-hating shitlib.

You can bet the bank that if the Gay Mulatto had tweeted the exact tweet Trump sent out in the same circumstances, the autistic screeching crowd would be tripping over themselves with praise and unctuous flattery for the Golden Groid’s good sense of humor and common man’s touch.

Anyhow, the episode is a great real life illustration of two Game principles:

Never Apologize

and

Agree&Amplify.

The two principles taken together form a powerful seduction technique that I’ll call Covfefe Game. The purpose of Covfefe Game is simple: Come across like a confident cocksure jerkboy in the commission of a faux pas while dissipating any potential social awkwardness and deflating the indignation of humorless frumps demanding or expecting your contrition.

In pickup, Covfefe Game is usually evident when an alpha male pushes a little too soon or too hard for sex talk or physical mingling. If the girl objects (often nonverbally) or hurls a shit test because she’s a Level 99 Sass Lass, the alpha male will, most crucially, refrain from apologizing, and follow up with a Trumpian Agree&Amplify, e.g.:

GIRL: I’m not that kind of girl.

MODS! BONEHAMMER!: This is nothing. Wait’ll you see my finishing move.

If the alpha violates some sacred millennial iphag sjw tenet, Covfefe Game will help him come out smelling like roses.

JACKHAMMER OF THE GODS: that neighborhood is ghetto.

LISPING SJW: um, you can’t say that anymore.

JACKHAMMER OF THE GODS: damn, ok. that neighborhood is black as night.

If it’s a minor verbal miscue more along the lines of Trump’s tweet typo, a self-deprecating Covfefe strategy can help there too.

MAXIMUS TESTICULUS: I’m gonna recline poolside in my chaise longue.

PRETENTIOUS DORK: haha you said “chase lounge”. it’s pronounce shaiz long.

MAXIMUS TESTICULUS: Someone’s jealous of my super long lounge chair.

The goal of Covfefe Game is the same whether your target is a cute girl or the Shitlib Cuntsortium: to provoke arousal and make them chase you for validation.

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The Assumed Alpha

Circumstances permitted me to overhear and oversee an awkward one-way conversation between four men, or rather between one man and three men. The three men were co-workers and friends (easy to tell by their comfortable banter) and all were cis-chad cis-dudes (one was black); the fourth man (white) entered the scene as an outsider, and attempted to ingratiate himself.

I should mention here that the fourth man was very tall and, though these things are normally outside my field of discernment, exceptionally good-looking. This detail is important, as you’ll learn.

Tending to my task, I got sucked into their conversation when it sounded like it was going south. That’s when I paid more attention and noticed the disconnect between the cleft-chinned outsider’s overall dominant male appearance and his weak, clumsy, try-hard bantz. He seemed unable to stop trying to impress the three men and every sentence he uttered came across more forced than the one before it. His joshing fell flat, and his anodyne remarks went unreciprocated. (Male friends, or even polite strangers, will at the least acknowledge another man’s trite observations with a head nod or a “yup uh huh”.)

It wasn’t long, but it only took about two minutes of this painful interlude before the three men began the process of blatantly disengaging from the fourth man’s effortchat; they looked around the room, at their feet, squinted, and exchanged knowing glances. Worse still, when Good-Looking Goober finally and blessedly took his leave, he had to do it on a rocket ship of cringingly awful parting words. “ALL RIGHT THEN GUYS I’LL SEE YOU GUYS AROUND…”…. turns to walk off, turns back again to say more… “…OH AND YOU GUYS SHOULD COME TO BAR [X] THEY’VE GOT A GREAT HAPPY HOUR I’LL BE THERE YOU SHOULD GO OK PEACE BROS”,  his head bobbing enthusiastically throughout his long goodbye.

I should add that the three jockos had welcomed GLG warmly, (like I or any other man would have), probably figuring a man that good-looking would be cool in all other ways. Then, as GLG revealed himself to have the soul of a beta male trapped in the body of an alpha male, a funny thing happened….his audience couldn’t help show their disgust. One man rolled his eyes while GLG bantzed nerdily. After GLG cleared from earshot, another man muttered “Jesus”.

The entire cringenette was a sterling demonstration of what I call the Assumption of Alpha Fallacy. For primal reasons beyond the conscious ken of normies (but available in technicolor apprehension to guests of the Chateau), we assume good-looking and/or masculine men will have the coolness of personality to match. When our assumption fails, we can turn almost cruel in mocking the instrument of our disappointment.

It’s a similar dynamic that happens when a girl meets an attractive man, assumes the best about his social skills, and is bitterly disappointed to the verge of spite when he stumbles and bumbles to deliver exceedingly bland rhetorical enticements like a typical incel dork.

In this sense, the GLG man is akin to the Illusionist Hottie, except what takes a few dates and a disrobing to uncover the normally concealed Nottie underneath the Illusionist Hottie can take as little as a minute of awkward convo to expose the Beta Male Soul lurking in the vessel of the Assumed Alpha.

The same awkwardness and disappointment that men feel when an Assumed Alpha in appearance can’t project that alpha maleness in his personality is the awkwardness and disappointment (with the added astringent of spite) that a woman feels when an Assumed Alpha’s charmless flirting doesn’t live up to her expectations set by his appearance.

It’s not wrong to assume a hot babe is an alpha female. No matter her personality, her hotness guarantees that most men will dream about fucking her and sucking up to her for the small chance of realizing their dream. But it IS a mistake (not always, but often enough) to assume a good-looking man is an alpha male based on nothing more than his appearance, because for men their mate worth (aka coolness) is predicated on more, much more, than their looks. The truth that lad and glam mags rarely explore is that men’s personality is a big factor in their attractiveness to women, and over a time spanning longer than an introductory glance and hello a man’s personality is MORE relevant to the impression he leaves on women AND on men.

Women simply have a lot bigger margin for error in the personality department, which is why crazy hot crazy psychobitches can extract a lot of loving and providing from men who haven’t prepared themselves for female dysfunction through the accumulation of a rich romantic history boning hotties.

In descending order of importance, here are the female attractiveness traits that men desire in women:

Beauty.
Femininity.
Sexual eagerness.

In descending order of importance, here are the male attractiveness traits that women desire in men:

Psychosocial dominance (game).
High status/fame.
Personality (passion/charisma/humor).
Wealth.
Good looks/height/muscularity.
Cleverness/smarts.
Dependability/reliability.
Sexual prowess.

Cool men are embarrassed to be in the company of a socially awkward nerdo, and when the nerdo happens to be a tall good-looking goober the embarrassment is felt just as strongly, but now coupled with a feeling of foolishness for having assumed the best about the goober.

That feeling is the same feeling women have when a good-looking man approaches them and destroys the illusion of alpha sexiness by speaking the language of beta loserdom. But it’s even worse, because women are more entitled than are men, and there aren’t nearly enough alpha males to satisfy all the women who want them. So when a women’s expectation of thrilling courtship with a man who APPEARS to be a top 5% alpha is dashed by his sloppy execution, she burns with resentment at the lost opportunity for love, and retroactively blames the Assumed Alpha for her entire history of dating woes. Her blame can shoot out of her in sudden flares of anger, in the form of a scorching shit test or nasty rejection and departure.

This is why I have observed that oftentimes the men who do really well with women are those who are very charming but aren’t especially handsome and are therefore unburdened by women’s expectations. It’s better to pleasantly surprise women than to unpleasantly disappoint women. The Assumed Beta with Game will arouse women to a deeper and longer-lasting intrigue if his alpha personality puts the lie to his beta phenotype. The Assumed Alpha, with inverse alacrity, will disenchant women to a shallower and shorter-lasting curiosity if his beta personality puts the lie to his alpha appearance.

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