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A mixed group enters a room. As they walk through the door, the lead man spins around on his heels anxiously, ostensibly to check that the rest of his friends aren’t far behind. He clumsily rights himself forward-facing after he’s quickly scanned and accounted for everyone, and then makes half-step stuttering retreats backwards until he’s aligned at the group’s side, rather than at their front.

This subconscious body language is a classic tell that the man displaying it is, in his soul, a subordinate beta male. The “spin-check-relief-merge into middle of pack” dance of discomfort reveals the beta male’s aversion to leading his group, even leading by accident of spontaneous entryway coordination. The beta male is constitutionally uncomfortable with leadership, real or symbolic. He hates the idea of being at the front, clearing the way for his team to follow behind him, taking responsibility for their destination. He hates it so much that a tiny, temporary, positional cue that would cast him as the de facto leader fills him with unease, and he looks for ways to fall back into pack obscurity.

No man respects this maneuver, and no woman is aroused by it. They can’t verbalize their disgust, but they’ll feel it in their bone zones. So the alpha male Game lesson for today is this: don’t spin-check when your group falls behind you. Embrace the leadership role, however fleeting, and use it to demonstrate to any lovely minxes who might be watching that you’re a ZFG man with a plan, no time to flim flam, and the rest of them can board your jerkboy tram or scram.

Every cutie adores a self-possessed man who doesn’t act like any second his squad might bolt on him. The alpha male never worries about that; instead, his squad worries their alpha male may bolt on them. And that makes all the difference.

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tomjones comments,

A mixed group enters a room. As they walk through the door, the lead man looks behind him, picks the hottest chick, takes her the men’s bathroom, offers her a line of coke, she snorts it and he tears the pussy up.

The alpha male.

Visualization is next to penetration.

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Felix Engelhardt is a huge open borders cucked-up lefty in German politics. But really, the story here is that face, which may be the consummate shitlib physiognomy, a perfect facial palimpsest revealing the libfruit worldview underneath. The chinless androgyny, the smug grin, the manletry, the skin pallor which hasn’t seen sun in years, the happy merchant hand clasp….it’s all there in a soyfed shitlib package that cries out for a punch.

I don’t know about you but my disgust threshold is triggered. This guy makes Pajamaboy, Matty Iglesias and Dylan Mathews looks like milk-chugging Chads.

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These two photos come from a news story that was reported way back during Trump’s 2015-2016 historic anti-establishment campaign for President. At a Trump street protest in which a road was being blocked by establishment tools, a driver slowly drove through the crowd, pushing them aside. A photographer for a local shitlib rag snapped the driver’s face just as he was ramming the crowd of SJWs.

Can you guess which one is the shitlib, and which one the shitlord?

This shouldn’t be hard. Shitlibs are attracted to chaos, disorder, trash. Sometimes literal trash, as we see above. The photographer who wrote the story about the driver running over protestors is pictured during a different time posing before a trash can, making the gayest possible gayface imaginable. Squeee!, as Scalzi might exclaim.

Driver Hate, meanwhile, will not take a break. That’s the look of resolute disgust, a man on a mission to cleanse the world of filth and scum.

Physiognomy is real.

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Anti-Game

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Scene:

A beta, Adam, tries to be funny and sympathize with the bluehair feminists he likely sees as his only romantic outlet.

Adam recruits a sad, sleepy emoji to punctuate his male feminist cred.

One of those weirdo feminist girls, Alysse, rhetorically pats Adam on the head and sends him to bed with no promise of sex.

Artistic flourishes:

“Aw” = interjectional castration

“Feel empowered!” = “you can do it, little boy!”

“(Hint: it’s equal rights. ^_^)” = no matter how feminist-y the male feminist struggles to become, the grrlpower targets of his smarmy sympathy will feel indescribably repulsed by his utter lack of sexual magnetism and finish him off with a barely-concealed nastiness (usually involving some recapitulation of banal feminist talking points).

Anti-Game is the romance-killer. It’s worse than No-Game because it actively reduces a man’s chances to get the lay. A No-Game-having herb can stumble into a lay despite himself,  but the Anti-Game-having adams actually make their prospects worse whenever they put forth an effort.

Here’s what the above Anti-Game looks like when converted to Game:

Adam: “This is why the patriarchy gets so much done at night.”

Alysse: “um wow? what’s that supposed to mean?”

Adam: “that the patriarchy are secretly vampires.”

Alysse: *SPLOOGE*

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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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