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It’s all about the lack of balls. Les Saunders, Protestant, explains.

In my line of work, I run into a lot of young attractive women and cucks (in addition to old crones). Being me, if an attractive young lady in the workplace drips past, I’ll make a comment about her appearance of something or other. You know, normal guy stuff. These cucks seem just aghast that a male could think of women in such vulgar ways.

I think I’ve figured it all out.

Cucks have never, ever in their lives seen pussy, gone after pussy, and grabbed pussy*. Rather, they are the pathetic losers who have only gotten laid by virtue of women choosing them, instead of their choosing the woman. These are the guys in university who got laid maybe once per semester or year because some drunk girl grabbed them at 2am on the dance floor when Red Red Wine came on. They’ve never chased a woman in their life, save perhaps for some weak, passive aggressive, beta supplicant way which never works by the way. So naturally, they find the idea of men pursuing women “problematic”. Sad!

*it bears repeating. Those of us who’ve ever seduced women in our lives know that grabbing women by the pussy did not and does not mean sexual assault. That’s for losers and Arabs. It’s about seducing and creating that moment with a woman where she totally surrenders to you, and you can take what you wish.

Cucks, manlets, manginas, and reedy-voiced white knights will actually use words like “vile” to describe Trump’s braggadocio about women letting rich and famous men grab their pussies. Les gets it; the manginas’ carefully manicured revulsion of boldly entitled alpha males is a product of their immersion in the shrikeheist of a demasculinized gynecratie coupled with an EXTREMELY slow life history that meant decades in the incel wilderness waiting waiting waiting for subpar poon to fall in their laps instead of sacking up and doing the one thing women really cream for when it comes from a man: busting a move.

The baleful rise of anhedonic male feminism is directly related to the expansion of the incel subsociety and the missing experience that comes from actually hitting on women to know that Consent Feminism virtue signaling dries pussy faster than an accidental Pill overdose.

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Are you familiar with the sound of a rhetorical shiv piercing mangina hide and splintering id-bone? It sounds like this feeble defensive mewl from John Scalzi, the world’s most foremost beta male feminist emasculate.

Following a shock and maul CH campaign on both Twatter and at this ‘umble blog belittling the remnants of Scalzi’s manhood and everything he stands for, El Castrato finally cracked and Twat-streamed this effluvium of butthurt katzenjammer:

∑T = ∑E

That wedding photo is so very revealing. Megawife must’ve been ovulating on her wedding day, because she doesn’t want Scalzi’s supplicating seed anywhere near her eggs. I haven’t seen a “lean out” like that since Sheryl Sandberg’s husband set his treadmill speed to “the sweet relief of marital release”.

Naturally, I stuck the shiv once more in the undulating mass of Scalzi’s swolelessness.


Uxorious, adjective
– doting upon, foolishly fond of, or affectionately submissive toward one’s wife.

Scalzi is the Uxorious Male personified. His debased kind seem to be blossoming like dainty wildflowers all over Gaymerica, sending airborne tufts of estrogen to signal high T pollinators that their women are open to illicit dalliances.

The Uxorious Male is in reality a red flag of relationship disquiet. A man who ostentatiously and publicly bends the knee to his woman and considers it an act of sexual polarity-inverting rebellion against masculine norms instead of what it really is — a craven display of sycophantic shamelessness by an LSMV manchild — unintentionally announces to any spectators that his relationship or marriage is not what he wants it to seem.

Male uxoriousness, especially the variety that seeks a public platform, is a flamboyant concealment of relationship trouble. This trouble can take many forms:

  • the male feels an urge to cheat, and is ashamed of it
  • the woman is emotionally and sexually disconnecting from the relationship
  • both partners have checked out and are now in the business of keeping up (laughably try-hard) appearances
  • the male has experienced a sudden increase in financial or social status and subconsciously feels impelled to reassert his fidelity
  • the woman has experienced pleasing attention from other men and behaves in an emotionally distant way that triggers the male to uxorious mate guarding
  • the male is extremely low value relative to his woman and believes, mistakenly, that cloying displays of faithfulness and admiration will keep her as interested in him
  • both partners are sexually low value and each of them abides the uxorious male’s exaggerated show of fealty because it pumps their flagging egos

Dear girlfriends or wives reading at this outpost of outrageous truth,

DON’T TRUST A MAN WHO WANTONLY GLORIFIES YOU

He has an ulterior motive, is feeling guilty for something, or you can do better and he knows this (even if you don’t…yet).

CH Maxim 88: The fervor of a man’s public declarations of fidelity to his woman positively correlate with an increased risk of cheating by either the man or the woman.

Scalzi is not just a psychologically disfigured beta bitchboy; he’s also an anti-White virtue signaling whore. And as long as the Chateau stands in defiance of the Degenerate Freak Mafia, anti-White empty virtue whores like Scalzi will no longer be free to indulge their smarmy habit unopposed. It’s a new day.

More Scalzied chew-toy fun:

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Spot the debased beta. This won’t be a difficult test. Regular beta males aren’t always immediately discernible, but debased betas stick out like a White person in Germany.

Our case study today is John Scalzi, a quisling male emblematic of so much that has gone haywire with White American men (and their beards).

Exhibit A: This is Scalzi’s Christmas card. He signed off on it. He approved of it. This is how he wants the world to see him.

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Is this the Self-Shiv of the Week? I see two brutish women and one screeching little girl. Merry sexual inversion, everyone!

Nature abhors a T vacuum, and Scalzi, having surrendered his T to the devil for the nice life in a 98% White town, guarantees that his defensive back megawife and daughter take up the T slack. And so here they are, wife and daughter doing a man’s job and smirking like a cocky self-assured chad respectively, while the nominal male (scalzied) clasps his hands together and shrieks with delight off to the sidelines as the real men get to work.

Exhibit B: Scalzi in love

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Here Scalzi is in the submissive position, an obvious inferior looking up to his wifely better (who hulks over him and honestly looks like she’s thinking about jamming that silver strap-on all the way up to his ovaries). Scalzi’s open-mouthed gape ever-so-subtly hints at a cloying adoration, and he strokes his deluxe buttplug with anticipatory sensuality. You will notice similar poses in almost all of John Scalzi’s photos with his wife.

A Twatterer, @zeroingclicks, twats,

When the wife has amused mastery on her face, the husband is fucked.

Scalzi’s wife does have that alpha male amused mastery look that says “Oh John, you’re such a naughty mangina. I can’t take you anywhere. There’ll be a spanking waiting for you later tonight.”

John: “Screeeee!”

@TheHardRight adds,

She looks about ready to regurgitate into his beak.

lmao

Exhibit C: Scalzi smooches

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Kissing upward and nuzzling his doughy face into hard manjawline, eyes closed as his hunky lady peers into the middle distance looking burdened with the weight of the world (or for an escape from her husband’s octopus lips), Scalzi eagerly inverts the sexual polarity, taking on the role of the woman in his marriage, ceding all the T to his wife. Sad! Scalzi is like a pulp romance cover negative.

Exhibit D: Serious Scalzi

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Scalzi tries to look serious (ie like a normal man), but is still out-mugged by his wife, who looks more serious, and tougher, than him. Who’s really sporting the D here? Notice again how Scalzi leans into his woman (a tell-tale beta posture), afraid he’ll get cut out of the picture or that another man with functioning gonads is waiting nearby to swoop his wife should Scalzi neglect to occupy her personal space for a hot second.

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The debased beta is a creature of the modern dystopian West. His kind was vanishingly rare before THEE CURRENT EPOCH, because any males in such craven, open revolt against their masculinity were bullied into social seclusion and ignored by women with anything on the ball. (Or they successfully transmogrified their effeminacy into a strength by becoming the charming dandy lover to loveless housewives.) But now they effloresce all across America’s fruitcup plains, glorified by the media, championed by disingenuous feminists, and medicated into an epicene stupor by Femme Pharma, corn, and porn.

Debased betaness is a bastardized form of the handicap principle. Self-deprecation is part of the seducer’s skill set that can be occasionally indulged to one’s benefit, *IF* one can afford to do so. But the abject and egregious and endless self-deprecation by which debased betas practically define themselves is a different beast entirely. It’s not a counter-signal of high male SMV, but rather a direct signal of the beta’s low sexual worth.

One wonders why debased betas (DBs) allow themselves to sink so low on the masculinity scale, and to flaunt their plushboy androgyny publicly to the cheers of fellow freaks and the jeers of the sexually dimorphic. Is the DB simply a virtue whore for the femkunt kollective, or is there a deeper psychological motivation explaining his self-inflicted emasculation?

Virtue signaling is definitely part of the equation, but only insofar as the DB believes his posturing for sexless equalism will land him some choice bluehair porkpussy (or clicks on his Amazon book link).

The handicap principle I mentioned above is a factor, but only applies to betas who don’t routinely and excessively neuter themselves, thus retaining some of the tactical value of the counter-signal. Scalzi is not one of these betas; his self-abasement is thorough, habitual, and nauseatingly ostentatious.

Another facet of the DB personality is the love for wallowing in powerlessness, reveling in weakness. This self-abnegating stance harkens the sacrifices of hermit monks or early Christian proselytizers, but the real impetus for it is the classic fear of success psychology. A lot of emasculated betaboys in Scalzi’s position don’t want to act more manly because they secretly fear improved manhood will lead them to abandon their fat wives. Affecting an air of servitude and prostration and doofusness reinforces the comfort bubble that debased betas prefer to ensconce themselves within, precluding any possibility of betterment and temptation to vice.

Some of the beta male proactive self-abasement, of course, is a loyalty signal to an unattractive wife from a husband with higher occupational or social status. I don’t think this is pertinent in Scalzi’s case, because apparently his wife is a writer like himself and by most accounts better at it, but it bears mentioning.

Finally, I come to what I consider the Prime Motivation of the debased beta…a motivation that has its source in the directives placed upon humanity by the God of Biomechanics.

Ego assuaging.

One will very often notice that debased betas bend the knee and present their balls in a jar to surprisingly unattractive girlfriends and wives; one would think that such beta male prostration makes more sense as a supine gesture to a much better-looking lover. But the reality is usually the opposite, and the reason has to do with the fragile state of the debased beta’s ego — he knows he is hitched to a low value woman, so to guard his ego against spiraling despondency he will feign the behaviors of a man of much lower SMV who is lucky to have such a woman as his. Scalzi’s self-emasculation is best viewed as a form of ego stroking; a faggoty shriek to the world that he is happy to assume second class status in his marriage because his wife is a prize worth adoring and elevating to great heights.

John Scalzi deserves this post’s hate because he’s a vector of a mind disease; he advocates by his actions and male feminist moralizing a demasculinization of American White men. Vivisecting him and displaying the entrails to the crowd is an important public service for any marginal males who may entertain thoughts of taking up the Scalzi banner….weakly, which they must quickly hand over to their daughters who can bench press more than they can.

Reminder that this is the Scalzi who bleeds under the CH shiv:

*screams forever* This is a little girl’s tantrum pouring forth from a grown man’s piehole. Did he stamp his wee feet while tweeting this? I could carve a better man out of a Barbie doll.

Reading Scalzi is like bathing in a vat of menstrual blood and having pure estrogen injected straight into the scrotum. One must exit Scalzi’s world through a decontamination chamber of red meat and range shooting. His sickness can’t be allowed to spread to vulnerable men. His dildology worldview is a disfigured anti-reality that will yield like buttery goodness to the shiv every time, because nothing substantial underlies it. And the Chateau will flay him, over and over, until his ugliness of mind and spirit perishes from the earth.

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There are posts buried in the CH archives discussing the phenomenon of sexual polarity and its importance to relationship health. Masculine men match well with feminine women. Yin and yang. Quim and wang.

What about gender oddities like feminine men and masculine women? The Law of Sexual Polarity — or what some have called the Law of Gender Conservation — states that the masculine and feminine must balance out in any relationship, in whichever sex those essences are primarily contained. So that means feminine men match well with masculine women. And if you’ve seen the wedding photos of Jezebel manjaws and their shlubby, uptalking, no-T, chinless beta hubbies, you’ll respect the perspicacity of the Law of Gender Conservation.

Which brings us to John Scalzi. If you wonder why I shiv this magnificent mangina so hard, you need look no further than the reason for his internet fame: a craven, dorky, shitlib virtue signaling post on his inane Whatever blog that likened Whiteness to playing at the lowest difficulty setting on a video game.

This lumpy hypocritical doughgoon who lives in a 98% White town deserves every bit of contempt coming his way. He is the androgynous embodiment of everything that is physically and psychologically deformed in the White leftoid race.

With that as context, Scalzi’s marriage — which he loves to boast about on Twatter, always (naturally) casting himself in the egregiously self-deprecating role of the anhedonic willfully emasculated doofus beta bitchboy raising an empowered feminist daughter and licking the boots of his warrioress wife — is revealed to be the PERFECT example of the Law of Gender Conservation in action.

scalziandwife

CAPSLOCK HUSTLA nails this smug phaggot nerdo to the wall:

SCALZI PROVIDES EXAMPLE # AD INFINITUM FOR THE LAW OF GENDER CONSERVATION: IN EVERY COUPLE, ΣMASCULINITY = ΣFEMININITY.

Did he marry the love child of the Refrigerator and the Mountain? But for real…

EVERY

SINGLE

TIME

you find a quisling White mangina begging for acceptance into the Amanjaw Marcuntte man-hating club, there’s a she-ggoth glowering over him.

Cerebral scalzied is filth. His brand of contemptible cowardly virtue whoring self-neutering is emblematic of the shitlib mind rot that’s sweeping through the White West. It’s good to call him out as the pathetic whipped cur he is, putting not just him on notice, but any other impressionable Whitelings who may be tempted to comfortable prostration by his sickly siren call.

These degenerated freaks have only just begun to feel the crunch of the Fourth Turning grinding its gears into motion.

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Pencil Sketch Man

Has Skittles Man met his aloof and indifferent match in the form of Pencil Sketch Man, or is this just a try-hard underemployed hipster beta male placating his demanding girlfriend on the cheap?

pencilsketchman

My favorite comment was from someone who zoomed in on the boyfriend’s self-portrait and wrote “when u nut but she keep suckin”.

My initial reaction is ALPHA. Pencil sketches are part of a school of seduction that emphasizes the value of small, cheap, unique, sentimentally romantic gifts to girls over large, expensive, hackneyed, commercially romantic gifts. But is Pencil Sketch Man as ZFG towards his beloved as Skittles Man was to his lovely? (Recall that Skittles Man gave his girlfriend a bag of Skittles for her birthday, and she loved him so much for it she put finger to keyboard and revealed to the world that more than one woman loved her Skittles Man.)

I’d normally hesitate to put someone like Pencil Sketch(y) Man in the same tingle-manufacturing league as Skittles Man — after all, it requires more effort to sketch even a creepy child-like facsimile of your girlfriend than it does to buy her a bag of candy — until I read this from the girlfriend’s sister:

“i think she was super cool about it which makes it all the more puzzling.”

Puzzling….for her. Not at all puzzling to regular guests of the Chateau.

VERDICT: Gina tingles activated.

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tteclod adds,

If the sketch is remotely accurate, then I don’t know why he invested the effort.

This would be a strong case for demoting Pencil Sketch Man from the Skittles Hall of Game.

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Faceborg’s Mark Cuckersperg, smarting like a bruised betabuttboy from leftoid legacy media criticism that his platform aids in the dissemination of “fake news” (i.e., real news that doesn’t recapitulate the anti-White narrative), announced that the Winklevoss’s company would team up with a selection of “fact-checking” outfits to curate news feeds on Facedork and identify those deemed “fake” for immediate relocation to the gulag of criminal thoughts.

The reaction from the reactoshitsphere was pointed: but who will check the fact-checkers?

It’s a valid question. A working familiarity with fact-check websites reveals a decided leftoid slant. The owners of those sites will never admit to this bias, of course, but the facts (heh) bear it out. Media-darling “fact-checkers” are almost all leftoids.

Soccermombook listed Snopes as one of the four or five “fact-checkers” with whom they would collaborate to censor alt-right speech. Snopes is a popular “debunking” website favored by shitlibs, but there’s something everyone should know about the Snopes proprietors.

First, a wholesome photo of Snopes co-founders, David and Barbara Mikkelson (with obligatory libcat child substitute).

snopesfirstwife

This smug libfag would give Pajamaboy a run for Most Punchable Shitlib Face.

Our Snopes story took a darkly humorous turn, when news from America’s foremost paper of record recently surfaced that David Mikkelson divorced his first wife and is accused of embezzling $100K from his company to spend on prostitutes and on his second wife, a chubby ho who is (still!) an escort and a former porn star, (“star” being used loosely here… literally loosely).

The second wife, Elyssa Young:

snopessecondwife

Now a DailyMail.com investigation reveals that Snopes.com’s founders, former husband and wife David and Barbara Mikkelson, are embroiled in a lengthy and bitter legal dispute in the wake of their divorce.

He has since remarried, to a former escort and porn actress who is one of the site’s staff members.

They are accusing each other of financial impropriety, with Barbara claiming her ex-husband is guilty of ’embezzlement’ and suggesting he is attempting a ‘boondoggle’ to change tax arrangements, while David claims she took millions from their joint accounts and bought property in Las Vegas.

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David Mikkelson told the Dailymail.com that Snopes does not have a ‘standardized procedure’ for fact-checking ‘since the nature of this material can vary widely.’ He said the process ‘involves multiple stages of editorial oversight, so no output is the result of a single person’s discretion.’

He also said the company has no set requirements for fact-checkers because the variety of the work ‘would be difficult to encompass in any single blanket set of standards.’

You’ve been FACT CHECKED, bitches!

It’ll be fun reading Snopebook try to “fact-check” and censor inconvenient FBI crime stats by race and well-tested group IQ differences. Assuming, that is, Snopes isn’t quietly jettisoned as a potential Facesperg client, losing out on millions of middle-aged fatty escort-purchasing dollars.

Just when I think 2016 can’t deliver any more Trump-branded goodness, the next day brings a fresh batch of WINNING.

PS The Mikkelsons (second iteration) have a wedding website, where you can fact check the size of Elyssa’s upper arms.

PPS There are 147 reviews on Elyssa’s heavily-airbrushed escort service website, all of them positive. (Imagine that!) You have to wonder at the level of emasculation needed to happily wife up an actual whore (and single mom) who continues flaunting the carousel of cock she rode, and still rides, on her escort blog.

PPPS The Mikkelson-Young wedding party is a glimpse into the lives of socially atomized prototypical shitlibs:

snopesweddingparty

Bridesmen and groomswomen. The gay is strong in this wedding. The best man was the bride’s stepfather. Sad and solitary David Mikkelson needs a friend-check. And a family check. The only people he knows willing to be his “groomswomen” are his employees. He has to pay for witnesses to his wedding.

PPPPS MPC has an entertaining thread on this story.

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Via 28Sherman, a series of photos of Trump and Romney shaking hands, with their faces cropped out, and a challenge to the viewer to determine who is who by the attributes of the handshake.

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I bet most CH readers will ace this Spot the Alpha test with barely a cortical strain. Pulling the hand of the other man into one’s torso is a classic alpha dominance move. (For you noodle-armed newbs, there’s a sneaky way to pull off this alpha handshake prestidigitation that doesn’t required ballsy muscular flexion; swivel the free-hand side of your torso into the person whose hand you’re shaking, which will give the visual impression that you’re pulling the person’s hand inwardly to your body.)

Verdict: Mittens is Trump’s bitch.

PS An LA Times story on the alt-right. Richard Spencer appears to have congealed as the official face of the alt-right. I have nothing against the man, so good luck to him. From what I’ve read (about himself and of his views), there isn’t much with which I’d disagree. I wouldn’t stress objectives like mandated racial segregation or mass deportations of nonWhite citizens, (that kind of stuff just serves red meat to an automatically antagonistic media), but his world view strikes me as mostly in line with a realist appraisal of the eventual fate of hyperethnic, multiracial societies.

The other criticism I’d level at him is the embrace of the ghey. Enough already with this fruitcup glorification as a perceived means of lending a revolutionary movement a sophisticate’s credibility to make it more palatable to a pozzed culture. I really don’t see NPI going anywhere if its brand is embroidered with the gay rainbow. The Trumpening is a clarion call to a resurgent masculinity, not to the poseur campulinity of roided up gays.

PPS An oldie-but-goodie: feminist women have masculinized digit ratios. Bonus LOLs: Swedish WOMEN have more masculine digit ratios than Swedish MEN. Sweden is so cucked it’s fucked….by swarthy invaders. Too bad. Say goodbye to the Swedish phenotype. It’s not long for this world.

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