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Ever play “let’s you and him fight”? If you’re a woman, you probably have at least once in your life. Women love this manipulative gambit because it helps them scale the social ladder and enlist white knight goobers to their faire maiden aid, while allowing plausible deniability that they’re jostling for rank.

But as any upstanding womanizer knows, those same womanly manipulations when targeted against women produce an electric effect on our dear friend Bartholin.

In another fine example of flipping the courtship script, a sexual market shitlord has co-opted the “let’s you and him fight” female imperative and leveraged it to his everlovin’ advantage. Call it the “let’s her and her (and her) fight” strategy, which your gramps might know as the “watching a cat fight from the catbird seat” good time.

MERRY EX-MAS: Man infuriates ex-partners by putting them all into a group chat


That opening line is smooth, player. A wok of jerkboy whimsy seasoned with a dash of vulnerability game. Also, :lol: at that extra spicy ZFG “or a short time bella lol”.

Btw, as you’re reading along try to guess which of Tom’s exes is ready to swoon all over again for his magic man muff puffing. (Tom threw four girls together in this merry ex-mas chat room.)

It doesn’t take long for the cat claws to come out.

Chicks dig a lying, scheming, conniving, jerkboy chauvinist pig. Not exaggerating for effect.

The three remaining girls cat fight some more, and Tom, skillfully waiting for his moment as female tingles gather potential energy, unloads this corker of a neg/disqualification on bella:

Notice as well how perfectly Tom handles Steph’s schoolmarm upbraiding. “I’m fine just wanted to say merry ex-mas to yaz”. Dismissive, un-punctuated, cheeky, and delivered with the insouciance of an amused master of poon. Jumbotron test: PASSED.

Having read this far, any guesses which of the four girls – Lisa, Gemma, Bella, Steph – couldn’t resist Tom’s Harem Lord charms?

Take your time.












Tha finale, yass:

There is no number, only fuck close or do not fuck close. That “Xx” at the end is as good a guarantee from a girl that Tom’s got the F close wrapped up.

I submit that we enter Tom’s “just wanted to say merry ex-mas to yaz” to the pantheon of infamous alpha male sweet nothings, like “bring the movies”, “nah”, and “seriously tho ur pussy rocks!”

PS There’s a powerful subtext in this devious jerkboy ploy that acts like kryptonite on girls’ diffident coyness. The clue is in Tom’s self-amusing line “LISA DON’T GO LOL” as she’s walking out the virtual door. It’s obvious he doesn’t really give a shit if she goes, and more importantly it’s obvious to the OTHER GIRLS THERE not named Lisa. This is female preselection at its most intoxicating. Three hamsters spun their wheels at once, weaving golden fabric emblazoned with the invocation “Tom is a honey badger. Honey badger don’t give a shit if pussy stays or goes. Honey badger is a man with dating options. I must prove to honey badger I am worth giving a shit for.”

PPS What you’ve viewed is a window to what a post-West de facto alpha male harem looks like. Soft polygamy is not much more forgiving than hard polygamy in its systemic capacity to leave beta males in the incel cold.

PPPS Take the bad words out and change the context a bit and you may as well be reading a transcript of a GOP debate. Tom is Trump. Lisa is Ben Carson. Steph is Jeb. Bella is Megyn Kelly. And Gemma… she’s all of us. Xx

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Spot The Super Alpha

An interesting (because of its rarity) social hierarchy dynamic sets up when two or more established, socially proofed alpha males break bread. In this older photo, all three of the men engaged in conversation at the table are alphas. In fact, all three are super alphas when they are separated and holding court in their respective milieus.

But by the nature of male hierarchies (and the zero-sum sexual market in which such hierarchies operate), only one man in this photo can be the super alpha. The King of Kings.

Jack Nicholson. Warren Beatty. And of course The Trumpening. Two notorious womanizers, one serial monogamist with superb taste in wives. All three have been featured as topics at Le Chateau (as real life exemplars of alpha maleness, and as movie characters illustrating the behaviors of alpha males).

When one gains a view to the very highest reaches of the alpha male secret society, the distinctions that mark one alpha male as less or more alpha than another alpha male are subtle ones, indeed, but nonetheless most people will be able to perceive them, because displaying male status, and possessing the means to judge it, are universally hard-wired into humans, (the former obviously in men, the latter in both men and women).

To be sure, this photo is just a snapshot in time, but working with what we have one can make a preliminary assessment of the three men’s relative alphaness. Nicholson, cig insouciantly dangling, drink in hand, slightly disheveled, listening with a neutral expression. Beatty, speaking, pointing, head cocked jauntily, wearing sunglasses indoors, possibly looking in Jack’s direction or downwardly (hard to tell). Trump, the best-dressed of the three, turned towards Beatty and leaning into him a little, perhaps trying to hear him better, somewhat hunched posture, attentive expression, but not too emotionally invested (no smiling or raised eyebrows, etc).


Trump is not the super alpha. Not at this table, during this particular interaction. Now, today, if the three of them got back together, and given the change in their statuses from then to now, Trump would no doubt be the Kingliest of these three Kings. But not in this photo. Here he is try-hard in his efforts to not miss a word that falls from Beatty’s lips, and his body language betrays an eager earnestness to fully engage the two celebrities.

Nicholson is not the super alpha. Not during this precise moment captured in time. There’s really too little to go on to accurately assess Nicholson’s place at the table, given that he’s in a receptive pose (hearing Beatty speak) and has a mostly neutral body language and facial expression. He is leaning back in his chair, and that is usually an Indicator of Supreme Alphaness (ISA) when in the company of mere mortals, but this scenario is not a gathering of mere mortals.

Beatty, at this table at this moment, is the super alpha. Pointing while speaking is a classic alpha male tell, and doing it to two other alpha males makes it a super alpha tell. Beatty also appears not to look Nicholson or Trump in the eyes while he speaks, preferring the air in front of his face as an audience. But he points at Nicholson and sits straight in his chair, so his lack of eye contact is incongruous with his body language, which suggests an invulnerable lack of concern with either of his guests’ opinions of him.

I open the floor to competing interpretations. Spotting regular alpha males or beta males in the wild is easy; picking out the super alpha from among a crowd of alphas requires a better grasp of the contextual currents that envelop and carry along the scene.


Reader RIP Lemmy comments,

I’ll bet who was The Super Alpha went back and forth between the 3 of them.

He’s right. Check out this photo taken maybe 30 seconds before or after the photo posted above (and likely by the same photographer).

Here the reporter with the yellow legal pad is not part of the scene. None of the reporters are. The Three Alpha Men are talking among themselves. Now Trump is doing the finger pointing, while exhibiting a body language that is more self-possessed (facing forward rather than leaning in, open and dominant instead of closed and unsure). Beatty slouches a bit while watching Nicholson attentively. Jackflash flashes that panty-dropping grin he’s famous for while being obviously entertained by something Trump is saying to him.


Beatty is not the super alpha in this snapshot. Jack might be since both men are looking to him, but dat sweet sweet finger jab is the unmistakable air punctuation of the super alpha. WINNER: TRUMP.

Which is to say, when you have a Brass Supper of three apex alpha males, no one man will occupy the Lord’s lectern for long.

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I post this gif clip with the knowledge that there’s a strong possibility it was staged. (h/t IHTG for passing it along) But, assuming for the sake of Game proficiency inculcation that it’s an authentic capture of a moment in time when an alpha move goes wrong, it’s a decent learning tool to educate aspiring womanizers in the fine art of saving face.

Explain how, if you were in an identical scenario, you would recover from this unexpected flirtation backfire.

This is serviceable Game, (until the busted finale). The “beta provider lure and alpha jokester takeaway” is a staple of fun&sexy flirty pickup. But, ya know, sometimes the actress goes off-script. When that happens, you’ve got to adjust on the fly. Alpha males are good at adjusting on the fly. Beta males aren’t; they mostly react with butthurt stupefaction when girls throw them a blue ball.

Expert level recovery from a failed prank on a girl usually takes one of two forms:

  • A naughty, ZFG chuckle (you win even when not winning, because you amuse yourself so much)
  • A deadpan “I was expecting that” expression

In this instance, it would have been a good recovery (fit for Jumbotron viewing by the general public) if this guy had grinned post-slap, shrugged his shoulders, and then slowly moved the juicy morsel to his mouth, making exaggerated contortions of delight as if he was fully enjoying the deliciousness of his snack. Even funnier if he then looks at the girl and says, “So good”.

Briefly, what NOT to do when your alpha move goes wrong:

  • Act insulted
  • Cry
  • Ask why she was such a bitch
  • Try the same prank again, harder and clumsier
  • Sulk, brood, or retreat into a betaboy wound-licking bubble of silence
  • Chastise her, “You will not slap your way to the Presidency”

If you react in any of those ways, it can be fairly said you “Jebbed” yourself. A good, old-fashioned Jebbing will deep-six your chances with a girl faster than a John Scalzied nip slip.

So, stay calm and carry on as if nothing disturbed your inner jerkboy peace. Because it didn’t. A slap from a girl who was “in a mood”? Please. That’s practically foreplay.

ps yeah i know there are wiseguys in the studio audience who will say “rule 1: don’t be a nowag”, but this asian dude appears to be decently put-together, and the girl might be his girlfriend. plus, she’s cute, so he’s doing something right.

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A couple of years ago, there was a post on CH explicitly calling for a closed border policy for the United States. Did Trump read it? Because just today he cranked up his inner shitlord and dropped a post-San Berdoo sanity bomb on the Shitlib Collective: A ban on all Muslim immigration into the US (until further notice, like when the cousin marriage rate in the Middle East drops below 1%).

you’re so vain
you probably think the trumpening reads you
you’re so vain
i’ll bet you think the trump has you bookmarked
don’t you don’t you…..

I’m glad that Trump and his team are taking pointers from this ‘umble retreat nestled deep in the Ardenne forests. Our knowledge and talents are available to aid your journey to the White House, Donald.

How much has the dissident-right helped Trump shift the Overton Window all the way to “induce lactating of shitlib manboobs”?

This is incredible.  After 9/11 (3000 people dead), visas are issued to the dead terrorists.

After San Bernardino (14 people dead), Trump calls for a Muslim immigration shut down.

A few fearless voices will ring out like a… trumpening… from the din of lies. Trump understands the importance of Game to world-changing politics as well as to women. Game 101: Trump is proving the way to defeat the leftoid hivemind is to go on the offense, give no quarter, and make no apology.

Also, a reader adds that Trump just made a statement that sounds like the idea was ripped straight from a recent Chateau Heartiste post.

Trump giving a speech just said re: Bernardino: “His wife radicalized him, maybe he couldn’t get women? Who knows?” Is Trump reading Heartiste? Saw this on CNN just now. Trump also said, If people in Paris/Bernardino had guns, things would have been different.

Ok, the truth is, I can neither confirm nor deny if the future 45th President of the United States Donald M to the Fer Trump is a CH reader. Our guest list is a secret guarded on threat of punishment to sit strapped in a chair listening to Jeb Bush and John Kasich natter about the true meaning of conservatism (guacamole recipes and endless streams of cheap ingrate labor).

Related: A useful rundown of what happens to a society as its Muslim population grows. Diversity™ always creates headaches and rips apart social cohesion, but Muslim Diversity™ is a special breed of vibrancy; acting like an accelerant on the process of societal disintegration in a linear relationship with the population share of Muslims.

Related, big picture-wise: “Western Civilization is in the Hands of Women… Heaven Help Us

Maybe it has been in the hands of women for too long… but not anymore. There’s a testicular spectre emerging from the century-old swamp of equalist orthodoxy, and the women are doing what they always do when ZERO FUCKS GIVEN men take the lead: they fall in line (and swoon while doing it).

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Warren Beatty Game

Warren Beatty may be a flaming shitlib, but he’s got Game psy ops chops (which usually develops in men, no matter their political leaning, who have gained a wealth of experience with women). Via Vernon:

Saw this in the New York Post’s review of Carly Simon’s book. It mentioned how Warren Beatty hit on her. I wonder if he was able to keep a straight face while doing it:


Beatty kept a list “he referred to as ‘the main loves of his life.’

“It worked and it shouldn’t have. It was irresistible,” she says of Beatty’s process.

“Warren’s list was there on a piece of white paper in his pocket so he could take it out and show you. When he showed me, he added my name, to make me current (the main one at the top) so I could see that I was right up there above women like Catherine the Great, Marie Curie, Maria Tallchief and Lillian Hellman.”

Beatty’s charming ruse demonstrates two Game principles in action:

  • Qualification

Qualifying women flips the courtship script. Instead of the man trying hard to impress the women, he speaks and acts in ways that imply the woman needs to step up her game and impress him. He qualifies his soon-to-be conquests. If you don’t have Beatty’s preselected fame, you could tune his “main loves of life” list to better serve your intent to DHV by, for example, putting your date’s name four or five slots down in the list, and telling her that if she works at it she might move up a position.

  • Challenge

Women love to be challenged by men to prove their romantic worth. One reason women love a challenge is because so few men are up to the task, and the one who does reach for the lass ring instantly elevates his mate value stature. Another reason is because a man who challenges a woman intimates, through the tacit status display that he doesn’t fear pushing any one woman too far and alienating her, that he has an abundance of sexual market options mentality, and chicks dig a man who is dug by lots of other chicks.

Consider this post a Mission: Possible. Scratch out a cutesy “main loves of my life” list and whip it out when the moment is right. Ask the girl where she thinks she belongs on your list. Place her two slots lower than the ranking she chose. Tell her with a little effort, she’ll get there someday. Prepare to get swept up in a tingle torrent.

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A recent poll shows that in a hypothetical general election match-up between Grandma Rodham-Sociopath and Der Trumpening, the charismatic jerkboy tops Huma’s lesbian lover. The trend lines look, in a word, delicious!

The Purple Saguaro Within wept. Before the cuck crows thrice, his tears will become a river, and then an ocean.

Meanwhile, Trump has reTwatted a hatefact about black crime. Not coincidentally, CH Twatted the same graphic just a day prior. Donald and CH, we dance under the silver moonlight.

Has there ever… EVER… been a major American presidential candidate in the “modern” era who came half this close to unequivocally broaching the topic of disproportionate dindushines? Trump also recently mocked food stamp recipients and fatties in one fell swoop during a speech. Can this love I feel be real?

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Ryan DeLuca is the wealthy CEO and founder of Bodybuilding.com, (the misc forum is a funny read). Dan Bilzerian is some kind of D-list actor, pro poker player, and “social media personality”. DeLuca’s hot trophy wife was recently plastered in a compromising pose all over Instaslam by Bilzerian, who taunted DeLuca with the photo and claimed he had just finished banging her out “while wearing Gucci slippers”. Bilzerian, in true ZFG alpha male mode, later posted a pic of said slippers, festooned with additional taunts.

Reader shartiste gives a primer on the sordid affair and what it reveals about the competing goals at the heart of male and female sexualities,

yeah, [the bobdybuilding.com thread] got deleted by mods. pics are all over twatter though.

anyway, your point [about wealthy beta males] is correct, however the thread runs deeper for Mr. Ryan Deluca, former CEO of Bodybuilding.com.

He had a high school sweetheart who he was with before he started his business, when he was a dead broke Idaho schlub. She stayed with him and bore him three kids. Not only that, she was really hot and was a model for the site. Duckduckgo Bryna Deluca. Got into fitness and was upper echelon for her age.

Yet he divorced for the alluring whiff of prime pussy. I am not exactly hating, his PYT was very hot. This is a deep vein of CH teachings though. His hot high school sweetheart could do nothing to compete with a 20 year old slut, despite looking hotter than 99.99% of women her age. And DeLuca, despite no doubt loving his kids, absolutely could not swat aside his prime directive biomechanics to fly too close to the sun with the griddle hot nubile puss.

The kicker though: he is beta. He had money, reasonable looks, and little else. He couldn’t back it up and his young gf bolted at the first nibble of a real alpha rodding. A lot negative things can be truthfully said about Dan Bilzerian, but he is alpha.

And the little slut who was no doubt gold-digging from the start got her slooting plastered all over the internet in ZFG fashion by the alpha who used her to tool on DeLuca and will now continue fucking model quality women while doing whatever the fuck he wants. Anyone who dates her seriously after this is a complete fool. She’ll find a beta parachute of course, she is hot, but this was soul-crushing episode for her. Will other young babes take a lesson from this? Its doubtful.

BB.com has been my other time-killing vice besides CH so I know more about this than I perhaps reasonably should, but its been a great source for me both in fitness and lulz over the years, and it was just a truly awesome episode to see two worlds collide like this.

Deluca’s response to being outed as cuck:


Ever watch the recoiling body language of hot TV babes interviewing goony, mumbly poker tour winners? That’s all the evidence you need that money alone won’t melt the pussy. The kind of money that by itself can buy prime poosy loyalty and authentic love — and not just poosy services rendered — doesn’t exist in sufficient vastness. In fact, the more money you have, the less sure you can be that women you are fucking have fallen in love with you.

DeLuca by all accounts had a lot going for him, except the one thing that really matters to prime poosy: that teasing, charming, ZFG alpha male attitude. The wealthy, accomplished, good-looking beta male is still a beta male, and that will make all the difference to his golddigging rent-a-ho, who is, after all, a woman like any other.

Public cuckings are always painful to behold (I’d imagine they are pure torment for the victims), even to an unbiased third party observer. As men, we all can relate to the idea of getting cucked, even if we have no personal experience of it. The reason that taunts against the beta male cuck work so well is because the wincing is close to a shared experience by all exposed to the revelation, and not just those unfortunate participants. Every man knows instinctively the Darwinian catastrophe that would befall him if he were the victim of a cuckolding.

Game can save second marriages to sloppy sluts…. but foolishness in the rush to marry a sloppy slut is something no game can fix.

The best that will come out of this public cucking is that Bryna DeLuca gets to smile again for a day, and the trophy slut forfeits any and all claims to Ryan DeLuca’s HALF in divorce court.


da GBFM adds his sharp, if syntactically warbled, perspective.

hey heartsietstsetsz!!!

a woman has the right to her own body.

so that means that anyone can fuck it other than her husbandlzlzlzz, if she so desires!!!

“a woman has the right to her own body” = teh eskimoesz have the right to profit of your wife/daughter posting photos of her buttsz and boobiesz on tumblr the internetz, and/or other men posigs photos of your wife/daughter after they get done fuxxxingz themz in their gucci slippersz.

and the greatest thing about this system is that the wronged husband will respond to this carnal slight and adulterous behavior by pledging to gain more followers on the eskimoesz netwrok, thusly serving the eskimoses bottom line after dan brazilians sevres his wives bottomz linesz llzlzlozozoz

Anyone get the growing sense that this entire privacy-revoking social media internet culture will collapse soon? Or is that just my hope triumphing over the reality of the gathering detritus of American society?

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