Some women approaching the Wall so despise having to settle for a dull beta male before the clock runs out that they fantasize about killing off their consolation prizes, and sometimes even go through with it in deed!
For the sake of survival, beta males ought to become acquainted with the telltale signs a woman exhibits when she’s not in love. There are her words, of course….
Investigator DeQuarto had asked her how she felt about Mr. Viafore’s death. Her response, he said, was: “Fine. Over it.”
“She felt like herself,” he testified. “She felt free.”
But it’s a rare woman of incomparable cruelty and capacity for self-sabotage who would admit to her beta male fiancé that she wanted to be free of him (and his beta bux). So men who haven’t yet attained the lofty red-pilled heights of alpha maleness need to watch for nonverbal cues that their women may not love them beyond phony exclamations uttered just before the marital dotted line is signed.
And the more reliable indicator of a woman’s true loveless feeling is her body language, precisely because the body autonomically transmits one’s emotional state. It’s very difficult for most people who aren’t aware of the nature of biomechanics to conceal their real feelings for long under a facade of faked body language. Behold, photos of the murderous woman who killed the beta fiancé she couldn’t bring herself to love:
Leaning away, leaning and looking away, arms crossed protectively over bosom.
If you see any of these loveless body language cues from your girlfriend or wife, it’s already too late to do anything about her state of heart, except two potentially effective interventions:
That’s it. Don’t be a beta male sufficiently bedeviled by scarcity mentality that you’ll wife up a woman who so blatantly telegraphs her cunt-clasped contempt for you. She might happily watch you die in freezing cold water some day.
“I told him ‘jump on the grenade’, not ‘strap yourself to the ICBM and ride it to hell’.”
Is this a case of a rare, genuine fatty fucker feeding the belly and the ego of a blustering megabeast?
I considered this photo and the man who is part of it for submission to the next Beta of the Month contest, but three red flags have me convinced this is staged (and thus not up to the Chateau’s impeccable BOTM contest entry standards).
Before I give those clues away, try to find them yourselves.
Ok, here’s where the porkster failed in her mission to further a credible fat acceptance agit-prop.
The feminist fatty hashtags are too “on the snout”. No woman, not even a bitter disguntled obesity, will oink repeatedly on Instagram about “beauty standards” and “body love” when she’s just received an engagement ring, fulfilling a fantasy that most women hold dear since girlhood. Powerful feelings of love, yes real love not “body love”, will supersede a normal fatty’s political agitation programming, and the hashtags will say instead #justengaged #lovehim #imgettingmarried etc.
Whenever a woman starts a thought with “So”, particularly a “so” with three “o”s, it’s a good bet whatever follows is complete bullshit. “Sooo” is the shorter version of “No, but honest-to-God…”. Liars say this a lot.
Finally, the dead giveaway… any fatty fucker worth his blubber-induced boner will know that his porky princess’s sausage links require the dashingly-dilated, goatse’d ring to make it past the second pig knuckle, where the fat really starts to accumulate. Look closely and you’ll see her ring propped indolently above her second finger goiter.
Conclusion: This is a gay BFF, or a brother, or a deeply respectful low-T male feminist friend, conspiring with a fatty fat to help her collect lard-warming feelz in the fake social media universe. Is it still beta? Yes. But it’s not the kind of guileless, inept betatude that normally qualifies a man for BOTM candidacy.
If I’m proven wrong, that won’t change much. A fatty who believes her stroke of luck wresting a marital promise from the equivalent of a human unicorn — the fatty fucker who isn’t also a rotund beast with no better options — means that the world is filled with men who would shower love on her if only “thin privilege” or the pastryarchy would stop “telling them” not to, is still a fatty laboring under delusions of glandular.
Via Mangan (Twatter link: @Mangan150), the reason why monogamy beat polygamy:
It all comes down to paternal certainty. Where (beta) men are reasonably assured the kid is theirs, civilization can flourish. Where men have no idea if the kid is theirs or some other (alpha) dude’s, chaos, dysfunction, and indigence reign supreme.
It was not until 1943, amid world war, that penicillin was found to be an effective treatment for syphilis. This study investigated the hypothesis that a decrease in the cost of syphilis due to penicillin spurred an increase in risky non-traditional sex. Using nationally comprehensive vital statistics, this study found evidence that the era of modern sexuality originated in the mid to late 1950s. Measures of risky non-traditional sexual behavior began to rise during this period. These trends appeared to coincide with the collapse of the syphilis epidemic. Syphilis incidence reached an all-time low in 1957 and syphilis deaths fell rapidly during the 1940s and early 1950s. Regression analysis demonstrated that most measures of sexual behavior significantly increased immediately following the collapse of syphilis and most measures were significantly associated with the syphilis death rate. Together, the findings supported the notion that the discovery of penicillin decreased the cost of syphilis and thereby played an important role in shaping modern sexuality.
The mid-20th Century and 21st Century War Against the Beta Male will have profound consequences for the West, none of them good…. except for one potentially beneficial outcome.
Germany has reached The Cuckularity. There are now state-sponsored “flirting workshops” that ostensibly instruct third world invaders — invading courtesy of the welcome mat put out by Mutter Merkel — in the art of picking up German women and, presumably, filling them with the seed of Saracen and the sperm of sub-Sahara until the White German race is sufficiently diluted as to be unrecognizable from the people of any third world shantytown idling under corrugated metal roofs.
I’m telling you, the backlash to all this insanity will be hellacious.
What happens when a low E manjawed bitch teams up with a slimy beta male? This:
Painfully awkward. It’s clear Fiorina is trying to one-up Scruz with the classic hand-over-hand domination play. (This aggrocunt even looks like a M2F post-op.) Cruz, sensing the submissive under-handshake Fiorina is forcing him to betray, attempts a counter-maneuver to save face (save hand?). It fails badly, as horse-faced Fiorina is not a woman to go down without a fight…. especially when her opponent is a beta male.
For the record, if you ever find yourself in the mysterious position of publicly declaring solidarity with your token vagina VP choice Fiorina days before you have to drop out of the nomination race and a week after you were mathematically eliminated, the alpha male strategy is to grab her hand quickly to complete the victory gesture, denying her the window of opportunity to do likewise to you.
“Where’s your Goldman Sachs jacket at? We know your wife works there.”
“The question we should be asking is….”
“Are you Canadian?”
By the way, Scruz really is a chronic liar. He claims Trump was telling his rally-goers to punch people in the face, referencing that one time Trump offered to pay the legal fees of a man in the audience who punched a grabby shitlib protestor. Which is not even close to the same as instructing his followers to punch people’s faces.