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Did you buy your girl a big rock to ritualize your love for each other? Odds are, she’s daydreaming about fucking BIGDICKENERGYMAGACHAD down the office hall. From the world’s most authoritative journalism source, diamond rings as beta male screenings:

Women expect a pricey engagement ring if their partner is UGLY to compensate for their poor looks

Researchers showed 590 people a photo of an attractive or unattractive person

They were asked what it would take to get engaged to the person in the photo

Men said they would buy a more expensive ring if the ‘girlfriend’ was attractive

Women expected a pricier rock if the ‘boyfriend’ in the photo was unattractive

Ah, complementarity. Diamonds are a girl’s best recompense.

Alpha fux/beta bux field tested and found operative. da GBFM lollzzloled.

The good news for ugly men is that they can buy themselves a hotwife, which once again proves that men can compensate for their looks while women have no such option. An ugly chick can’t do anything to convince an hsmv man to commit to her.

The study also found that women who rated themselves as attractive were more likely to go for larger, more expensive rings, regardless of their partner’s looks.

‘The finding is consistent with the notion that desirable women expect greater resource investment from their mates,’ said study lead author Madalyn Taylor.

Game can save men a lot of money. What’s it worth to you to be able to seduce and sequester hot babes on the cheap?

But there’s a dark side to appeasing a woman’s self-entitled instinct to indulge herself of a man’s earned wealth:

A previous study by economists at Emory University in 2014 found that the more expensive the engagement ring, the more likely the couple would get divorced later.

Once you establish a dynamic of giving a woman everything she wants, she has no reason to work for your love and the challenge of pleasing you goes missing, leaving her adrift in anhedonic limbo, waiting for the first excuse to step out.

A reader writes,

Damn, I must be better looking than I thought.  My wife to be only wanted a simple quarter caret ring.  I offered more, but that’s what she wanted.

How do you know when you have your girl on lock? She agrees to stay on as your kept concubine for the low low price of your intoxicating cock.

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(((Martofel)))

Male feminists are creeps. It would be laughingly hypocritical if it weren’t so predictable. Many of them are sexually confused. A disproportionate number are ((())). All are low T.

At least this particular specimen of male feminist found the balls to fire all the deranged bitter cunts asking for his resignation after they discovered a Faceborg post in which he admitted to being a pervy creep (according to the male feminist definition of pervy creep).

“We’ve all either faced this firsthand, seen it, heard a firsthand account of it, or are guilty of it ourselves,” Martofel wrote in the the post. “I’m someone who’s guilty of it. I’ve grinded up on women on buses and at concerts without their consent. I’ve made out with ‘the drunk chick’ at a party because it was easier. I’ve put a woman’s hand on my dick while she was sleeping.”

Why are creepy male feminists so often guilty of the very perverted sexual harassment that they posture against? There’s the “a good offense is the best defense” theory. It could be psychological projection (accuse others of the perversions you indulge). Or it’s a political calculation: socially approved opinions can shield a creep from the discovery process.

My take is more fundamental: Male feminists are lsmv. They look weird, have revolting personalities, or both. They have never gotten the cute girl-next-door, and they seethe with resentment. They can’t compete head-on with Gentile Chads, so they resort to male feminism as a sneaky fucker strategy in the hopes of ingratiating themselves with bluehaired freaks and tatted skanks who might one day make the mistake of throwing the male feminist a pity fuck. When the male feminist doesn’t even get that consolation prize, he’s one step from lifelong incel, and this fear and rage drives him to acts of perversion to claim some measure of sexual respite from and control over the very women he martyrs as victims of patriarchal oppression.

The Western sexual market has never been more broken than it is now.

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There’s no need for a contest in this edition of Beta of the Month; Joe Scarborough wins it running away.

You’ve seen this before, in previous Chateau Heartiste Beta of the Month posts. Uxorious Joe Scarborough is the beta, Bleeding NipAndTuckface Mika the repulsed woman spurning his ingratiating, conciliatory romantic gestures.

Painfully beta, but did you expect anything more from this anti-Trump nancyboy?

Watch the vid. None of this is staged. You can tell by their body language and vocal tone that real aggravation bubbled to the surface on live TV (that nobody watches).

0:16: NipAndTuck admits they’ve been fighting “over issues” (they’re an off-screen couple). One can only guess what those issues were, maybe “I got tired of being the man in the relationship” or “Honey, I secretly think Trump is getting unfair press coverage on this Beaner Baby story” or “Your prostate doesn’t need *that* much stimulation”.

0:20: Uxorious Joe cloyingly objects, “No we did not”. NipAndTuck immediately shoots him down, “Oh yeah we did.”

0:21: Uxorious: “We never fight”. Nip: *sarcastically* “Uh huh”.

0:22: Watch this sequence closely, it happens fast, but slow enough that you can see Nip’s pussy turtling on air. Uxorious gently reaches for her hand, and Nip’s whole body convulses backward to get away from his slimy touch. She promptly assumes the cadence of a careercunt shrike, scolding him, “No, no, don’t do that. Ok, not on the air, NOT ON THE AIR”.

0:26: Nip: “What are you doing?! It’s 6:03.” She’s publicly shaming him, rejecting his romantic ardor in front of an audience now cringing with vicarious embarrassment. Notice her body language: she’s sitting ramrod straight, turned toward him to face him down, jaw jutting. This is the aggressive posture of a woman expanding her personal space, building a defensive perimeter to warn the beta male to stay away or get the stinger again.

0:29: Uxorious is trapped. He tries to change course. “Willie, can I ask you a question.” It’s not a change of topic, though. It’s worse. He’s trying to enlist other men to persuade his ice queen to thaw out a little and spare his on-air dignity. It’s an example of “let’s you and her make my case for me”. Passive-aggressive betahurt to the max.

0:31: Uxorious: “We’re engaged. We’ve been engaged for like 13 years. Now you think I should be able to hold her hand at this point in the engagement with her consent?” Special (needs) pleading.

0:41: Nip then delivers the ballcutting slice. “If you’ll be quiet I’ll hold your hand.”

HEY HOW ‘BOUT THOSE RED SOX?

The JooTube comments are gold (and so very very woke):

these two clowns made fun of Trump countless times about Melania supposedly not wanting to hold Trump’s hand

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she obviously finds the man repulsive. maybe hillary would let him hold her claw

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Why doesn’t she ever ask Shmoe what really happened to his intern? Isn’t she worried???

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Why talk about baseball when you can’t seem get to first base yourself?

Heh. Poor Joe. None of Trump’s lessons in life rubbed off on him, so he gets to suffer public humiliation as his heavily scaffolded girlfriend slaps his limp wrist away.

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“I told my husband I wanted a picture alone with Jason Momoa, but he wasn’t comfortable with that.”

LMAO that Momoa scribbled his initials right over the volcuck’s face. LMAO^2 that Momoa’s left hand is practically cupping her tit. It’s all in good fun, you see, but good fun often reveals deeper truths.

The volcuck — voluntary cuckold — is the lowest social and sexual status a man can achieve. Even incels have more dignity. Regular cuckolds — men who aren’t aware their women have been unfaithful and gotten pregnant by another man’s seed — are less contemptible. The volcuck debases himself so completely he may as well lop it off and become a house eunuch to fat cat oligarchs.

The volcuck is a symptom of an acutely diseased sexual market. When you see his kind growing in number and cavalierly disgracing himself for social media yucks, you will know there is a great disturbance in the whores. The Snark Side is winning. The world has become farce. Women hold all the cards and fat pink-haired skanks can casually humiliate their neckbearded soyfriends and experience no consequences for it.

But there is salvation, and it can be found in the Good Book of Heartiste. Game will redeem Western Man.

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Sam Lavigne (((?))) is a far-Left, pantifa supporting NYU professor (it is to laugh) and active enemy of European Christendom who doxxed a bunch of patriotic ICE agents on Twatter via their LinkedIn profiles. Doxxing law enforcement agents into a readily accessible dossier and distributing it to anti-American pantifa activists is an implicit threat of violence against those agents, which Lavigne knows, and why he did it.

Naturally, you’re wondering about Xir Lavigne’s physiognomy. You won’t be surprised.

Shivthots and shitlords, I give you…the superbugman. There is no cure for this strain. I bet the fine volk at MPC would agree. This is the physiognomy of the ür-bugman, fit only for mockery and tubal ligation.

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Thirst is defined as the unrequited ardor of hard-up beta males lavishing girls online with flattery and desperate sexual solicitations. Sometimes thirst comes with a price tag. Case in point, this example of intercontinental thirst:

A Gabber quips,

The neckbeard will masturbate to the ticket receipt for the next few years.

Patronizing a real prostitute would be more dignified for this soyblob, because at least the whore would follow through on her end of the deal.

So now that you’re familiarized with thirst and understand that thirst generally accompanies feminizing or androgenizing societies full to the brim with demoralized men and juttingly manjawed careerist lawyercunts, as well as widespread obesity reducing the number of romantically acceptable female partners for all the partner-seeking men, it’s time to ask if we’ve hit Peak Thirst, and if we have what would it look like?

One tell-tale shift in the social dynamic that indicates a revolt against thirst is any noticeable decrease in its online frequency, coupled with an increase in men expressing the opposite of beta thirst: shaming sluts for trying to collect Thirst Tokens redeemable in monetized views.

And while I can’t be everywhere all the time, I do credit myself for having a keen sense of which way the cultural wind is blowing. If you follow attention whore media you’ll notice that more men are calling out women who post half-naked selfies. The thirst is still there, but now it’s sharing ASCII space with masculine satiation. Many more men are now ridiculing thots, demanding thots go away, mocking Instawhore skanks as headcases craving an absent father’s love, and accusing these modren day pin-ups for being willing to do anything for the likes.

Culturally, this is a good sign. The Shaming Of The Thots is a necessary step toward civilizational renewal. De-thotification will bring sexual market balance back to a society that has been veering dangerously close to an extremist gynarcho-tyranny. When women’s overblown egos are deflated, civilization is reinstated.

The, ahem, monkey wrench that could thwart the needed rebalancing is…open borders, and in the next post I will explain why open borders will ruin relations between the sexes and why women are in love with the idea of a borderless America.

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Commenter Popcorn Out supplies a potent coda to this post:

Getting all those compliments on a public medium for all to see is the female equivalent of a guy being able to click his mouse and have a steady stream of girls come in to fuck him.

Women crave attention and validation like men crave sex.

Recall an ancient CH maxim: Men desire. Women desire to be desired.

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This smarmy beanpole. The shivlords at MPC had some choice commentary. (scroll through the thread) My favorites:

The only thing missing from Comey’s tweet is a smarmy, self-serving Scripture quote. Watching this twerp present himself as a martyr is beyond galling. Well, it will make his eventual imprisonment (a accompanied by savage Trump tweets) all the sweeter.

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This is soy in human form, the bugman in a fully developed skinny fat stage.

Notice the slumped shoulders and head leaning forward, the posture of a muscle-less man. Chickens have skinny necks – how are they killed by predators or farmers? By snapping their necks. Further, you see his stomach protruding in sync with the head. His core strength, despite his large frame, leaves much to be desired. And the most glaring trait of his lack of physical strength is his flat ass. Strength begins in the core, hips and glutes. It doesn’t take a homo to notice when a man has average strength. This bugman has nothing to show for such a large frame. He is pathetic. Add to it that he’s a mewling fag like everyone else has hilariously noted, this clown wouldn’t last two seconds in the Road War.

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I’m sure part of his plan to rehabilitate his image has a team of millennial jews or some other kinds of f****ts to curate his social media presence for maximum compensatory effect. Comey seems to know that he is super-f**ked, these gay theatrics make that certain

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And here we see a deep state creature exposed in the open, weary of predators, seeking its natural habitat, the curtain to hide behind at a moments notice.

PS Phony Comey lies:

PPS this looks INCREDIBLY BAD for the FBI:

Editing testimony from interrogations is pretty much the worst possible thing FBI officials could do, outside of actually ordering hits on people (or on Trump). If true (and I’ve no reason to doubt it based on the past two years of Deep State perfidy), then so many heads are gonna roll at the FBI that the organization could very well be disbanded under Trump’s reign. Call it…Ruby Ridge’s Revenge.

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