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This story comes by way of The Sun, a Brit tabloid, so take it with a flat of salt, but if it’s accurate reporting then the Chateau doesn’t hesitate to claim that you are about to read the tawdry details of a male who can proudly wear the Cuck of the Century crown (a pink pussyhat).

Meet the man who lets his girlfriend have sex with other men…so that she doesn’t leave him.

Whoo boy, this one’s gonna be a doozy of omega male haplessness.

Before reading further, a definition of cuckoldry. The cuckolded man is one who unwittingly raises another man’s offspring because his wife (or reproductive partner in the hunter-gatherer parlance) secretly cheated on him and duped him into believing the bastard was his own.

Implied in the traditional definition of cuckold is the man’s lack of foreknowledge. We need a word to describe males who WILLINGLY and even EAGERLY acquiesce to their cuckoldry, for this debased creature is so low in sexual market value (and in dignity) that he does not even have the decency to be deceived into dishonor. He embraces his ignominy and wallows in it for the pittance of a rarely-parceled polluted pussypiece. There is more honor in the incel life.

How about SUPERCUCK to describe the open cuckold? Or CUCKTASTROPHE? KING CUCK? SCALZI?

WAKING up on a Saturday morning, Beatrice Gibbs takes one look at the naked stranger lying next to her before quickly putting on her clothes and leaving.

As the 22-year-old make-up artist walks home, she texts her boyfriend Adam Gillet to tell him she’s on her way back.

Beatrice feels no guilt as she walks through their front door – because Adam knows exactly where she has been and what she’s been doing.

The pair, who have been together for two years, have a one-sided open relationship.

Beatrice can sleep with who she wants, when she wants, despite Adam, 27, not having the same privileges.

This may be one of those times when I CAN’T EVEN may be applied with universally recognizable precision.

Beatrice….as if you didn’t already know….is a bigly obesity.

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They came to the controversial arrangement after Beatrice threatened to leave because she was unable to resist other men.

Correction: “black men”.

“I said I had to break up with him so that I wasn’t unfaithful. I didn’t want to hurt him by going behind his back with someone else.

“He was devastated and suggested we stay together but I could sleep with other people, as long as I told him who and when.

For Adam’s sake, I hope he’s literally retarded.

“It’s the perfect situation. I have a boyfriend I love but I also get to have fun with other men when I want to.”

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She says: “I don’t feel guilty as we both agreed to our open relationship. I know it must be difficult for him but it’s the only way we could be together.

“The morning I see him after a night out I do sometimes feel a bit bad, but after a cuddle and a chat it’s just us being ­normal in our usual relationship.”

That’s not a cuddle, that’s asphyxiation.

Adam claims he has got used to their arrangement.

The warehouse worker says: “I really like Beatrice and I didn’t want to lose her. I’m happy for her to enjoy herself.

“We decided this is the best way to take the relationship forward so I have become used to it. I’m not really interested in chasing other women and I know if I did then Beatrice wouldn’t be happy about it.

Oh come on, this can’t be real. A genuine eunuch would be more masculine than this nominal male. A non-obese man can’t bear to be without a morbidly obese skank so he agrees to open polyamory for her and strict monogamy for himself to ensure she stays “happy”. I doubt a rabid man-hating bitterbitch feminist could come up with supersized slutfic as over-the-top as this without wondering if it would put her REEE-cred on the line.

“I did feel jealous to begin with, especially after the first time. I still feel a pang of ­jealousy when she mentions what she has been up to, but I keep it inside. I’ve learnt to deal with my feelings about it.”

The larger revelation here is the 100% TRUEFACT that many thirsty beta and omega males suppress their natural sexual desire under the false belief that this is what persuades women to stick with them.

“Three have been one-night stands and one is a regular who I sleep with around twice a month.

“He drinks in the same clubs I do, so we hook up at the end of the night if he hasn’t gone off with anyone else.”

Fat chick doesn’t realize she’s the garbage hour last resort for whiskey dick drunk losers. Not that the whiskey matters; a blubberbutt that yuge would have a hard time feeling a two-by-four jammed up her pig poke.

Adam says: “It takes away the worry about her cheating on me, if I let her sleep with other people she comes back to me.”

I WANT TO DISBELIEVE

Beta male thirst, entitled fatties, proud sluts, scheming single mommies, willing cuckolds…..what we are witnessing is the wholesale corruption and disfigurement of the sexual market in the West. This bloated baby is gonna crash and burn big time. Soon. Buckle up.

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Sparta Doc G comments,

He’s gay. She’s his beard. That’s why he doesn’t care about her sex habits. He has no interest in them. The article is a cover.

The couple *claim* to still have sex. But yeah there is a flicker of gayface in Adam. And it’s true that gay men, not having any interest in the female form, don’t mind a coterie of fat fag hags as long as the fatties bring some sass and gossip to the friendship. It wouldn’t be the first time in history a closeted gay homosexual male took up with a fatty beard.

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Les Saunders, Protestant, provides a springboard from which to ponder the purpose of the Chateau.

Speaking of betatude  – There are two admin bitches in my office, both still relatively young (late 20s), but even at this age you can see the wall rapidly approaching.  Sexy girls but still, their best days are behind them. Doesn’t help that they smoke, either. my office overlooks the entrance of the building so I see everyone arriving to work in the am. I started noticing that when these broads arrive to work, the security guards remove pylons on the street to make room for the girls’ cars in prime parking spots. So basically, the security guards reserve spots for these broads so that they can put on their oversized sunglasses and sling their purses over their forearms and strut 15 feet to the building, their egos laughably and artificially inflated because of some fawning behaviour from a few Average Frustrated Chumps. Why would a man do this, pro forma, day in and day out for these ungrateful bitches?  Do they think they’re going to get laid by doing so? The girls probably didn’t even ask for such treatment, betatude is such an ingrained handicap nowadays that they did it on some subconscious level hoping being “nice” would lead to a reward. Anyways, just makes it easier for me to swoop in while the other guys get more sexually frustrated by the day.

These men have no game, and no understanding, and ominously their kind are proliferating all over America and the West. There is a beta male thirst epidemic sweeping the nation. Symptoms include grinding celibacy, cringing supplication, and fattening unfeminine women who have been released from the need to exert any effort to please men.

There is no single purpose of the Chateau, but if this ‘umble settlement of shiv wielders and soul quenchers has one accomplishment to its name, I hope it will be remembered as the place where BETA MALE THIRST CAME TO DIE and men recovered their masculine, entitled prerogative to grab the pussy of the world.

Reversing the destructive course of BETA MALE THIRST in the nations of once-proud men and their ‘mirin women is a noble cause to which the Chateau would be happy to associate itself.

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Skip to 13:58 in this 2012 video of a charity boxing match between Prime Menstruator Justine Truvada and Conservative MP Patrick Brazeau for hilarious confirmation that Truvada is a closet case.

Justine is bursting with fruit flavor!

That fight was ridiculous. Were they even trying? Those punches looked like they were thrown at 10% of max power. Trump in his prime could knock out Queen Truvada.

Hey, everyone thank a GAY CANADIAN today for foisting this effete SJW embarrassment on the world stage.

One way Trump could thank Truvada for all normal, healthy men is by calling his bluff.

Trump: “Justine, you say you love refugees and Canada remains open to them, so here’s the deal…we send all our refugees across the border to your hometown. That way, we both win! I keep the refugee riff raff out of my country and you get to moralize about embracing all the refugees stinking up your country. What say you?”

Truvada: “Oooga, thoundth like a plan, big boy!”

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It’s not just Truvada’s politics that provoke the disgust response, bad as his views are. It’s everything about him; his demeanor, his smug phaggy virtue signaling snarkiness, his effeminacy, his lemming-like eagerness to latch onto any vapid shitlib cause du jour and parrot equalism shibboleths to the letter….the man is a cipher for every twisted degenerate SJW perspective on earth, the perfect emblem and final product of the end stage of Western gynecracies.

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This is a family of Christcucks. The anti-White leftoid establishment — demonstrating once again their facility at feigning interest in, and newfound respect for, the Good Word when it can be put to use to further their Globohomo cause — is scandalized that this family is being ostracized by some Church members for advocating the mass relocation of the third world into their homeland. Shocking, I know.

The story is less relevant than the photo attached to it, (as is often the case with most establishment pieces written in the past decade). First, this is not a “family of six children”; it’s a family of two children and four adopted status whoring totems with health problems.

Second, the matriarch (there is no patriarch in this family) looks more aggressive, confrontational, and high T than her putatively male husband. Dat manjaw, dat “come at me bro” glare, dat knitted brow, dose clenched teeth, crouching forward like a tigress about to pounce….this is a woman bitterly unsatisfied in the bedroom, loveless, angry, and full of hate for her culture, her community, and her racial peers. She needs a supreme dicking by a real man of God. Or of Lucifer, as the pool of real men of God has just about dried up.

Her husband is nothing more than a plush betablob placeholder to grant legitimacy to his reckless Queen’s rule. He has the look of a man in pain. Physical pain as well as soul pain. His limbic system is constipated with suppressed and compacted emotions; you can tell he’s got something big to shout at the world, but he dare not lest his Queen cast him the icy gaze implying present and future sexlessness.

Christcucks are a scourge on Christianity, the Final Feminization of a once-great religion that is rapidly degenerating into a feelz therapy session for the racially alienated and the egotistically coddled. Jesus would, if he were alive today, lash them and strike them from His kingdom like he did the money-changers from the temple. He would know that Christcuckery isn’t love, but empty virtue signaling and moral posturing, much like the ostentatious shows of religiosity of the Pharisees that Jesus condemned in his day.

The title of this post, ∑T = ∑E, is a reference to the Law of Gender Conservation. All the testosterone appears concentrated in the wife, with little to none evident in the husband. A wicked inversion of the sexual polarity created by the God of Biomechanics can’t hold, on the micro or macro scale, and our nation will pay for its betrayal of the natural balance of the sexes.

PS I spy a T so high in the Queen’s digit ratio!

PPS Commenter TLM has a warning for Christcucks who may be tempted to traverse the Path of the ‘Dopted Dindu.

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A few years ago I commented here I believe, on a super-churchian neighbor that had went all in with the virtue signaling by adopting a little dindu from Dindu Land, also known as the shit-hole continent of Africa. Showers of churchian praise rained down on this woman from the local churchian community like manna from Heaven. In my comment I mentioned how little Dindu had dead eyes and I always watched him like a hawk if he was around. Fast forward 5 or 6 years and little cute Dindu toddler is 10 or 11 now, and after being held back a year in school, was finally expelled for choking another student (Not sure of the gender or race of the victim, but this private school is 99.8% white). I guess even upper middle-class churchians paying 10K a year in tuition reach the point of dropping the equalist BS when their lily white children are recipients of a rear naked choke from an authentic Bantu. Anyway, the ‘mom’ was an employee of the school that expelled little Dindu and you guessed it, she resigned in disgust at this nasty raciss private school that was prejudiced against her sweet little dindu pet.

The only way these people are gonna learn is at the receiving end of lessons in brutal mockery and shaming. CH leads the way.

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There are friendzonings so cold that men reading about them from hundreds of galactic zones away can feel the chill in their bones.

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I’ve seen masterful vivisections of orbiters before, but this LJBF scalpel removed the fool beta’s id and placed it outside to sizzle under the hot sun. One might say our Good Christian Girl crucified Daniel’s upstart apostolic lurch.

Note that this beta orbiter is not gay. If he was, the girl would not feel compelled to append a brutally perfunctory #stillsingletho tag to her post; if the beta was gay, she would know all her friends know that he’s gay and the tag would make no sense. This was specifically a tag intended to remind both the orbiter and any real men reading that her pussy is OFF-LIMITS to the orbiter and IMMEDIATELY AVAILABLE to any man with the BALLS to JUST SAY NO to the friendzone.

I hereby declare Still Single Tho Girl to be the female equivalent of Skittles Man, Nah Man, and Bring The Movies guy. She takes emotional fulfillment from a hapless dopey beta male orbiter without giving an ounce of her sexual fulfillment in return, just as Skittles Man takes sexual fulfillment from his hapless smitten girlfriends without giving an ounce of his emotional fulfillment to them. Well OK, he gives about 12 ounces….of Skittles.

Incels and insols are not the loneliest people in the world. That distinction belongs to the friendzoned beta orbiter whose romantic loneliness is compounded by the excruciating juxtaposition of the physical and emotional nearness of his oneitis with the cosmic immensity of her sexual remoteness.

There is no loneliness worse than the tortured loneliness.

I have a powerful message for lovelorn beta male orbiters stuck in the gravitational pull of the friendzone black hole: Paying a hooker for sex is more dignified than pretending to enjoy being blue-balled by your cold-hearted lust object.

(“Why cold-hearted?”, asks the pleb. I’ll tell you why. Because EVERY chick wielding the power of the friendzone knows EXACTLY what her emotional tampon wants from her, and yet #ShePersists in draining her sexually thwarted beta buddyboy of the last drops of his dignity and often while feeding him just enough morsels of hope to keep him tagging around in asexual limbo and giving her what she wants from him….which in this case is Top Golf, dinner, flowers, ice cream, and horseback riding. The horse was her sexual outlet. Cucked by a horse!)

Recall an ancient CH maxim: Sexless resource extraction is the female version of the uncommitted sexual extraction practiced by alpha males.

If after our unconscionably stoic beta sucker Daniel gets his head straight upon blowing his load in a hooker’s strait, he can go here to read about methods for curing his oneitis, and thus releasing himself from the souldeath of the friendzone.

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Human world confirmation of the omnipresence of the God of Biomechanics on the sexual market is all around if you pay attention for signs of it. A vignette of sad and funny resonance flickered into the technicolor reel of my life recently.

Scene: a sidewalk stroll of intermittent urgency. An Asian guy walking towards me spins around about ten paces in front of me to say Hi to a petite, nicely figured Asian girl whom he apparently knew from somewhere. She registers his less-than-meaty intrusion with a surprised smile and a chirpy Hello, while her buff White frat bro boyfriend at her side keeps walking forward, ahead of my location. The un-hued boyfriend did turn round briefly, I suppose to send a signal, and his funtime waifu had to catch up to him, practically running backwards as she waved a perfunctory and no doubt inscrutable goodbye to the Asian dude, who by this point I could discern had acquired a saddened and somewhat miffed countenance (as best one can spy these things on a lunar facescape).

As our intrepidly stoic Asianman stumbles over his feet backing away from his rightful kinwoman who was obviously his source of many nights of dericious fapping, I look back at his retreating figure out of a morbid sympathy for his condition…..and catch him walking straight into a tree.

BRAM! oh the NOWAGity.

It really is a minor miracle that more NOWAG transplants in America the Diverse don’t go the full Elliot Rodgerian supreme gentleman.

If Game can help these Asian men reclaim their women in a harsh sexual ecosystem of unforgiving discrimination, then there isn’t a Game-denialist White beta alive who has any excuse left for his mopey inaction.

PS As I was coincidentally sharing a trajectory with the AW-WM couple and following on their heels, after the scene expired I could pick up her giggles and him punctuating her girlish shiv-twisting with a firm butt squeeze. No doubt all jokes were at the expense of the smitten samurai who had to swallow a romantic indignation that women are simply incapable of appreciating in its awesome ego-carving horror.

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John Bercow (or is it (((Bercow)))) is Britain’s House of Commons Speaker and Globohomo elitist in good standing who opposed BREXIT and who is now internationally infamous for wanting to ban President Trump from addressing Parliament.

He is also — hold onto your Pickelhaube — a sniveling mangina.

John Bercow has decided to give his marriage ‘one last chance’ after his wife Sally’s astonishing affair with his cousin.

lol Sharia family values.

The affair – revealed by The Mail on Sunday – progressed so far that Alan, 57, even moved into the Bercows’ £1.2 million flat in Battersea, South London, while the Speaker was away campaigning in his Buckingham constituency.

Sally was left alone in the flat while the Speaker stayed in his grace-and-favour Commons apartment. The couple’s three children were forced to shuttle between their estranged parents.

However, after Sally complained that she found living by herself ‘excruciatingly lonely’, Mr Bercow decided last month to give her a final chance – on the understanding that she never strays again.

What’s worse, John Bercow may be a literal cuckold. Tabloids are rife with juicy stories of his wife caught in flagrante delicto with other men.

Here is the Bercow woman with her black bull:

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The West is out of order, Mr. Bercow, and you are part of the reason for the disorder.

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