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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:

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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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First, some context to help explain the title of this post. Reader Arbiter passes along an anecdote about a sad sack beta male he knows, and why this means sexual market realtalk is still needed for hapless men.

[Johnny Tampon] made me think of a story I read at RoK by a guy who wanted to warn others to not make the same mistakes. He had had a wife who he broke up with, and as I recall she hadn’t slept with him but with other guys, and they’d had lots of fights.

After that he had considered himself wiser. But then there was a Latina woman at work, who had gone from guy to guy. Still he got lost in her eyes when she fluttered her eyelashes at him. They went out a couple of times, and then she sobbingly told him that she and her daughter would soon have no place to stay. So he BOUGHT HER A HOUSE.

Then she strung him along for a while, and he told himself he was so noble for waiting before he tried for sex. She always had excuses to keep him at arm’s length. If I remember correctly he eventually made it an ultimatum over the phone, and she went with him to the bedroom on his next visit, suddenly all eager. And then he noticed another guy’s smell on the bedsheets.

After much denial from her side he made her admit that her ex-boyfriend had been released from prison and he had been coming by for a visit. After which the guy stormed out. He also knew her sister, and the sister told him that the Latina was seeing her ex frequently, and that he wasn’t really an “ex”.

Even then, IIRC, he didn’t kick her out right away but let her stay there for a while. It was some story. Even though he wrote it saying he had now learned his lesson, it made you want to punch him for being so stupid. Who buys the office slut a house because of a couple of dates? After having been seriously burned before? Without even getting any sex out of it?

And some people in the alt-Right still say the manosphere isn’t needed. “It’s not hard to find a decent girl.” It’s not hard to make mistakes either, which many men do when they are told by everyone to shut up and settle. That’s the message from both leftists and tradcons – just settle. Only the manosphere tells men that it isn’t wrong to want more.

Pursuing a policy of settling — or its variation, “don’t think you can date out of your league” — before alternative self-improvement avenues are considered, is the battle cry of losers and advocates for powerlessness. And, as Arbiter notes, a philosophy of settling can push a man into making a lot of mistakes.

To the tradcons, leftists, and game haters: “wanting more” is not the same thing as “feeling entitled”. No one argues that men are entitled to the hottest babes without doing anything that would improve their chances of getting the hottest babes. Entitlement is the belief that the best things in life should just fall in your lap. CH, and game in general, teach just the opposite: that if you want the best things in life you have to work for it. In the case of women, this means learning what makes them tick and then giving them what they desire in a man. (Same is true for women who want to snag the best man possible into a long-term commitment.)

Replying to Arbiter’s comment, Sean Fielding wrote,

And men will go into denial over this outrageous shit with, ‘sure, but he must be an ugly weakling.’

We know better. It’s not totally random, but even handsome guys with plenty of dough can do these outrageous beta-loser acts.

The most memorable words I’ve ever seen at CH, words that changed me, went along these lines: ‘Always remember – when you supplicate to a chick, she sees you exactly the way you see a 300 lb land-whale – disgusting. And for the same reason – to weed out bad genes.’

At first, I just could not believe this. Some mestiza convict lover can’t possibly see a guy with spare real estate this way, can she? Sean Fielding is a fit, good-looking professional. Who could literally see me the same way I see a fatty? But I could not argue with the fact that the woman I’d been dating was not putting out. What if she did see me this way?

It gnawed at me. I read the archives. A few weeks later she called me an asshole. What would once have been extremely painful was now my proudest moment. She called me an asshole and five minutes later she had her clothes off.

Tradcons and shut-ins think that getting called an asshole by a woman means that all romantic possibilities are off the table. Proof that tradcons, et al, know not the workings of the female hindbrain. Like most things white knightists believe, the reality is closer to the opposite of their beta male religion. When a woman calls you an asshole, your chances of bedding her have gone up significantly. TRUE FACT.

Rejoice when you earn your “Asshole” badge. You have a right to be proud of it, because it signifies that you are making progress toward the goal of becoming a better, sexier man who is irresistible to women.

Better to be called an asshole in faux anger than to be hugged asexually in faux desire.

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Mars and Venus“, by Antonio Canova.

Dat contrapposto. The old timers knew how an alpha male should stand (and how a woman should look when she’s ecstatically submitting to him).

Crucially, notice how Mars’ chest faces outward (while Venus’ entire body is devoted to him). His eyes pierce Venus’ soul with divine love, but his torso belies a longing in his heart for conquests and glory that are apart from her. See also: CH Poon Commandment III.

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Compare and contrast with modern Western art:

It’s the elevation of ugliness all the way down.

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Courtesy of Twatter account @MPCtxt, a video of an alpha shitlord crashing a slutwalk protest and provoking gina tingles in a narcissistic, emotionally volatile, BPD feminist, while her white knight manlet looks on impotently and limp-wristedly, wondering if there’s anything at the scene he can put up his ass.

YOU *finger point* WHORE 😆 😆

One of the YouGroove commenters summed it up thusly and verily:

Observations from the first few minutes I’ve seen this video.

Dean:
– Alpha Body Language.
– Doesn’t Care if he sounds offensive.
– Based Hat + Sunglasses.
– Nice name, also.
– Defender of truth.

Random White-Knight:
– Manlet
– Body Paint
– Girl doesn’t allow him to slur Dean

Girl:
– Cries because she is having a psychological battle between her feminist ideology and her biological desire to fuck Dean, the alpha Christian.

Heh.

“I was excited for today to be a growing experience for me (in my bra and sharpie skin) and you are making me hurt so bad (in my fetid whore hole).”

This mentally deranged skank must’ve majored in Poopytalk 101. There’s America’s future. Write her epitaph in Sharpie marker on the giant dildo that replaced the Washington Monument.

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TheDissident comments,

Somewhere around 9 minutes she described the details of her “rape” and it becomes so utterly obvious that she wholly invented a sexual assault as a means of convincing herself and her omega that she didn’t actually cheat on him.

That oft-repeated “1 in 5 college women are raped” lie should be rephrased as “1 in 5 college women whore it up and don’t want their beta boyfriends to find out so they concoct false sexual assault stories for sympathy from gullible white knights, feminists, and university administrators.”

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One characteristic of alpha males that beta males should try to emulate is the poker face. Alphas don’t often wear their hearts on their sleeves… or on their faces. And this is especially true when the alpha male is in a room occupied by both his wife and his mistress.

Via a SnarkJW central casting website which shall not be linked, old photos have emerged of the first time monica lewinsky — the 21-year-old orifice plaything of then-president Bill Clinton — met hillary clinton in person.

monica meets hillary:

monica meets Bill:

the contrast in monica’s face between the two meetings:

monica’s reaction is hardly surprising. She was truly, deeply in love with Bill Clinton, super alpha male esq., and it shows on her face in that photo. She, like most mistresses, does not give a flying fuck or feel a scintilla of shame that her lover’s wife is a few steps away. In fact, judging by the lockdown procedure her face contorted itself into when directly meeting the First Other Woman, it’s a good bet she was feeling, yes, uncomfortable, but also mischievous, as if she was thinking, “Heh, I got one over on you Hillary. He loves me and we are going to be together forever once he leaves you after his fifteen terms are up.”

The SnarkJW readers, as is the wont of the preserve of manlets and cunts, prefer to focus on Bill’s supposedly apparent facial change when monica approaches him for a mingle and tingle. But to my eyes it looks like Bill’s face hardly changes at all. He looks the same shaking that old dude’s hand as he does shaking monica’s certainly sweaty palm. Even Bill’s body language is the same, ramrod straight and not leaning into monica, (Don’t Lean In, the new book by Chateau Slamclam), betraying no obvious attraction for her.

Bill Clinton has alpha male poker face. Whatever the circumstance, he’s been there before. Dat face is like chicknip to women, opaque, mysterious, aloof, emotionally unavailable, yet flickering with caddish charm, and it drives women crazy with love. The alpha male knows discretion… in the bedroom, in his office, on his face. In public, and particularly in view of his wife, the alpha husband doesn’t cave to the immediate ecstasies of youthfully invigorated love and hop with unbridled, and stupidly conspicuous, joy like the beta male would do. No, the alpha male keeps his cards close to his vest, and plays the final table round like he plays all the preliminary rounds: he makes you guess what he’s holding.

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A Shorn Chimp

Here’s a picture of a freshly shorn chimp.

Awesome pic. Great size. Looks solid. Thick. Tight. Keep us posted on your continued progress in the jungle with any new pics or chest-beating vids. Show us what you got chimp. Wanna see how huge, solid, thick, and ripped you can get. Wanna see you throwing iron with the strength of ten non-millennial men. Calves need work, tho. Thanks for the motivation. Jacked ape rape!

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