Swollen Genitals Man

In a neighborhood I once occupied, I used to see a man — an avatar of vibrancy — around town who was “suffering” from some kind of medical condition that caused his genitals to swell to immense proportion. Elephantitis of the nuts, although his entire package, beans plus frank, was uniformly yuge so maybe he hit the jackpot and got pachyderma of the penis too. Anyhow, this guy would stroll happily and confidently from cafe to cafe and bar to bar, on sunny days and sultry nights alike, chatting up random girls with the biggest shit-eating grin imaginable, his old man pleated pants stretched to smoothness by the extraordinary bulge that traveled the length of his thigh and bubbled like an active caldera at least a foot outwardly. A truly swole gentleman, his eighth wonder of the world could easily have been mistaken for a basketball stuffed down his pants.

For an astute observer of human nature such as yours unduly, the reactions of the girls were primetime entertainment. Swollen Genitals Man made no effort to hide or otherwise minimize the assault of his bursting crotch into the personal spaces of the girls he approached. He’d even put his hands on his hips and ever-so-subtly sway his King Dong pelvic region in a hypnotic figure eight.

I say hypnotic, because from the looks of them the girls couldn’t tear their eyes away. I can recall not one girl who turned away disgusted or promptly waved him off. Some smiled, some giggled, and some bantered with him, but all of them stared at that super sack like it was a T-bone to a hungry doge.

I wouldn’t say this is ideal Game, because I doubt he actually bedded any of these girls, but it was an object lesson in how fascinated girls are by a man’s impudent, remorseless, intrusive sexuality, because they hardly ever experience it surrounded by neutered corporate manginas.

PS One time SGM approached a mixed table from a bad angle, resulting in a hilarious awkwardness when his pride and joy nearly grazed the cheek of one of the men sitting at the table. The man jerked his face toward SGM and almost took every pound of that junkernaut in his mouth. The unfortunate victim was, physiognomically, a shitlib male. Another man at the table sitting about five feet away was, physiognomically, a shitlord. CH readers can guess how each man reacted to the scene as it unzippered (hint: their reactions were what you’d expect).

PPS Open borders and mass third world invasion means grotesque exotic diseases coming to a neighborhood near you!

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The Assumed Alpha

Circumstances permitted me to overhear and oversee an awkward one-way conversation between four men, or rather between one man and three men. The three men were co-workers and friends (easy to tell by their comfortable banter) and all were cis-chad cis-dudes (one was black); the fourth man (white) entered the scene as an outsider, and attempted to ingratiate himself.

I should mention here that the fourth man was very tall and, though these things are normally outside my field of discernment, exceptionally good-looking. This detail is important, as you’ll learn.

Tending to my task, I got sucked into their conversation when it sounded like it was going south. That’s when I paid more attention and noticed the disconnect between the cleft-chinned outsider’s overall dominant male appearance and his weak, clumsy, try-hard bantz. He seemed unable to stop trying to impress the three men and every sentence he uttered came across more forced than the one before it. His joshing fell flat, and his anodyne remarks went unreciprocated. (Male friends, or even polite strangers, will at the least acknowledge another man’s trite observations with a head nod or a “yup uh huh”.)

It wasn’t long, but it only took about two minutes of this painful interlude before the three men began the process of blatantly disengaging from the fourth man’s effortchat; they looked around the room, at their feet, squinted, and exchanged knowing glances. Worse still, when Good-Looking Goober finally and blessedly took his leave, he had to do it on a rocket ship of cringingly awful parting words. “ALL RIGHT THEN GUYS I’LL SEE YOU GUYS AROUND…”…. turns to walk off, turns back again to say more… “…OH AND YOU GUYS SHOULD COME TO BAR [X] THEY’VE GOT A GREAT HAPPY HOUR I’LL BE THERE YOU SHOULD GO OK PEACE BROS”,  his head bobbing enthusiastically throughout his long goodbye.

I should add that the three jockos had welcomed GLG warmly, (like I or any other man would have), probably figuring a man that good-looking would be cool in all other ways. Then, as GLG revealed himself to have the soul of a beta male trapped in the body of an alpha male, a funny thing happened….his audience couldn’t help show their disgust. One man rolled his eyes while GLG bantzed nerdily. After GLG cleared from earshot, another man muttered “Jesus”.

The entire cringenette was a sterling demonstration of what I call the Assumption of Alpha Fallacy. For primal reasons beyond the conscious ken of normies (but available in technicolor apprehension to guests of the Chateau), we assume good-looking and/or masculine men will have the coolness of personality to match. When our assumption fails, we can turn almost cruel in mocking the instrument of our disappointment.

It’s a similar dynamic that happens when a girl meets an attractive man, assumes the best about his social skills, and is bitterly disappointed to the verge of spite when he stumbles and bumbles to deliver exceedingly bland rhetorical enticements like a typical incel dork.

In this sense, the GLG man is akin to the Illusionist Hottie, except what takes a few dates and a disrobing to uncover the normally concealed Nottie underneath the Illusionist Hottie can take as little as a minute of awkward convo to expose the Beta Male Soul lurking in the vessel of the Assumed Alpha.

The same awkwardness and disappointment that men feel when an Assumed Alpha in appearance can’t project that alpha maleness in his personality is the awkwardness and disappointment (with the added astringent of spite) that a woman feels when an Assumed Alpha’s charmless flirting doesn’t live up to her expectations set by his appearance.

It’s not wrong to assume a hot babe is an alpha female. No matter her personality, her hotness guarantees that most men will dream about fucking her and sucking up to her for the small chance of realizing their dream. But it IS a mistake (not always, but often enough) to assume a good-looking man is an alpha male based on nothing more than his appearance, because for men their mate worth (aka coolness) is predicated on more, much more, than their looks. The truth that lad and glam mags rarely explore is that men’s personality is a big factor in their attractiveness to women, and over a time spanning longer than an introductory glance and hello a man’s personality is MORE relevant to the impression he leaves on women AND on men.

Women simply have a lot bigger margin for error in the personality department, which is why crazy hot crazy psychobitches can extract a lot of loving and providing from men who haven’t prepared themselves for female dysfunction through the accumulation of a rich romantic history boning hotties.

In descending order of importance, here are the female attractiveness traits that men desire in women:

Beauty.
Femininity.
Sexual eagerness.

In descending order of importance, here are the male attractiveness traits that women desire in men:

Psychosocial dominance (game).
High status/fame.
Personality (passion/charisma/humor).
Wealth.
Good looks/height/muscularity.
Cleverness/smarts.
Dependability/reliability.
Sexual prowess.

Cool men are embarrassed to be in the company of a socially awkward nerdo, and when the nerdo happens to be a tall good-looking goober the embarrassment is felt just as strongly, but now coupled with a feeling of foolishness for having assumed the best about the goober.

That feeling is the same feeling women have when a good-looking man approaches them and destroys the illusion of alpha sexiness by speaking the language of beta loserdom. But it’s even worse, because women are more entitled than are men, and there aren’t nearly enough alpha males to satisfy all the women who want them. So when a women’s expectation of thrilling courtship with a man who APPEARS to be a top 5% alpha is dashed by his sloppy execution, she burns with resentment at the lost opportunity for love, and retroactively blames the Assumed Alpha for her entire history of dating woes. Her blame can shoot out of her in sudden flares of anger, in the form of a scorching shit test or nasty rejection and departure.

This is why I have observed that oftentimes the men who do really well with women are those who are very charming but aren’t especially handsome and are therefore unburdened by women’s expectations. It’s better to pleasantly surprise women than to unpleasantly disappoint women. The Assumed Beta with Game will arouse women to a deeper and longer-lasting intrigue if his alpha personality puts the lie to his beta phenotype. The Assumed Alpha, with inverse alacrity, will disenchant women to a shallower and shorter-lasting curiosity if his beta personality puts the lie to his alpha appearance.

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Chicks Dig Alt-Jerks

I’ve resisted turning this blog into a gossip mill, but a juicy titbit hurtled across my wired tin can that I feel impelled to comment on, if for no other reason than that it devilishly and deviously exploits anti-pozz alt-icons to corroborate timeless Chateau maxims. (In this case, “chicks dig jerks“.)

ie it’s all about my ravenous ego.

I won’t mention names, but I’m sure some readers will be able to identify the players without much trouble. Word between the sheets is that a well-known alt-right ladyhawke, a pretty petticoat by any man’s standard, had some kind of illicit romance with physiognomically-approved Based Stickman, the scofflaw 40 year old husband of a waifu and father of an Elliot Rodger who is a hero to the alt-right for bashing antifa skulls in Berkeley and beyond, (ps I approve of his actions as well, though my affiliation with the alt-anything is shall we say, peripheral).

It’s only a rumor, so take it with a dose of skepticism, but it’s a rumor that 4chan maultistes fueled when they found a photo of the smitten minx wearing the morning-after sweater of the smiting sphinx.

Moral of the story: Chicks dig jerks. All kinds of chicks. Left chicks. Right chicks. Indie chicks. Feminist chicks. Fat chicks. Skinny chicks. Lovely chicks. Lovelorn chicks. And yes, alt-right chicks.

Chicks can’t resist that charming jerkboy waving the stick of war over his head and hitting his main squeeze up for tens of thousands in bail money. I say this with no disrespect, only observational wryness. The Based Stickmen of the world get primo pussy, while niceguys who never broke a rule in their lives….don’t.

There is only One greater than the God Emperor and his minions, and His name is the God of Biomechanics. PieceBUH.

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Is Female Masculinization Darwinian Selection For Female Slenderness?

A thought occurred to me while noticing a boy-hipped, broad-shouldered manjaw crank out a 10-rep set of man-pushups at the gym without breaking a sweat. She wasn’t half-bad in the facial area, and her body, despite its cylindricality, was thin and taut. Her lunge-carved ass broke the straight line of her figure, supplying just enough rolling landscape to keep her out of the “guess what, you’re an arab banging a prepubescent boy!” zone.

These masculinized tankgrrls are all over the big blue urban sexopolises. Their creation as a distinct subspecies of human female could have both endogenous and exogenous causes: endocrine disruption e.g. in our plastics and Pills, or sexual selection increasing their numbers in the genpop. (Sexual selection could happen genetically over a few generations by reproductive skew, or culturally by encouraging low E/high T women to go even lower E/higher T in the gym, at the office, and on the marathon circuit.)

My thought was this: now that America has had to wheeze under fifty years of obesity — and given that fatness is a bigger SMV hit for women than it is for men — maybe masculinized females are becoming sought after by men simply because masculinization protects against obesity. It’s fairly well-known by researchers that testosterone inhibits fat gain and accelerates fat loss. Female obesity is SO FUCKING REPULSIVE to the vast majority of (White & Asian) men that men may be making subconscious mate choice calculations favoring masculine women and their slender, if pre-teen tubular, bodies.

A woman with jacked T is less likely to be fat, and that could mean all the difference in our fulsome Fatopia. Masculine women are a social and male mate choice response to a food and globohomoist environment that punishes curvy feminine women. Our iPhags and iFoods have killed off our Marilyn Monroes (men hardest hit).

This is a sad state of affairs, but perfectly understandable that men would rather bang a curve-less fuck piston than suffocate in the fat folds of a flabberwocky. Given free choice, and a healthy female SMV sexual market, men would choose slender, hourglass-shaped, feminine women who could never be mistaken for men. But we don’t live in that healthy sexual market; we live in a technocarb horror spun by a girthful incubus. In this nightmare, the large swath of sub-alpha American men are increasingly offered only two choices of woman: a fatty, or a mandibular muscleslut barking into her phone at subordinates as her womb turns inhospitable to sperm and egg alike.

Bang a boyische twat or a fat blob? For many men, the shrill sergeant wins that contest.

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Invade/Invite Is Male/Female Personified

I’ve made this point before, but I think Tes tos Tyrone puts it more elegantly,

Even more fundamental Cap… it’s hidden in the two words “Invade/Invite”.

Invading is to enter, conquer, overwhelm, force to submit… to invite is to invite in, to attract, lure, entice or tempt.

At its most basic, this is in fact the precise role males and females engage in leading up to and during sexual congress.

The whole process of picking up girls, charming them, and seducing them into bed is one of action. It requires a wellspring of impudence and entitlement that feminists would balk at, but which is necessary if the human species is to continue existing.

Male seduction is, essentially, invasion. Men seduce as men invade: with purpose, triumphantly.

The process of being seduced is more complicated. There are elements of action — filtering, screening, testing — but predominantly it involves a strategic retreat and relinquishment to a greater, and more alluring, power. Women don’t wait supine for their conquerors, but neither do they push into new territory to find their conquerors. Men must invade women’s space and attention to have a shot at success. Women for their part entice this manly incursion by sending out invitations in the form of flirting, beauty, and other female lures that their “territory” is open to occupation.

Female seduction is, essentially, invitation. Women seduce as women invite: with pleasure, satisfyingly.

The dance of courtship between men and women is mirrored geopolitically in the active resistance of men to invasion and the passive submission of sexually available women to invasion.

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Given the premise of this post, we may have a way forward to solving our shared single White woman problem and saving America from the open borders locust swarm. The issue, as I see it, is that White men have been playing defense for too long. Always appeasing, always conceding, always cucking. The rise of the Maul-Right has shown there’s a better path. If the essence of maleness is Invasion, then our sexually primed single White women can be wooed by their men going on offense; in practice this would mean adopting rhetoric that is much more potent, passionate, and prodding than what White men have succumbed to the past few generations. It means reframing the third world invasion and open borders as a temporary battlefield defeat that will only spur America’s White men to rally the troops, gather arms, and storm the shitlands of their invaders. This doesn’t have to signify literal invasion; what it should evoke in single White women (and their dirt world pets) is a virile, masculine purge of the invaders from the homelands of White men. We will purge the squatters, and we will purge the traitors, and we will purge the media accessories to the invasion. This is action. This is strength. And in the end, this is aroused White women brought back under the tutelage and direction of their White men.

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Single White Women Want To Spread Their Legs For The World

What other conclusion are we to draw when the voting behavior and opinions of single White women corroborates exactly what this post’s title asserts? From Bigly E, another id-buster post that reveals a leetle too much about the vagoconductive currents that emanate from single White women’s hindbrains.

Single white women are more opposed to a big, beautiful wall than Asians, blacks, or even Hispanics are.

*twatpalm*

Single White women are, presumably for those of them who still have a bit of bloom on the rose, actively trawling the sexual market for cad and cavalier. Thus, they are in their stage of life when all faculties, mental, emotional, libidinal, are focused to a pinpoint of estrogenic vitality, with the familiar shit-testing behavioral profile that vitality presupposes.

This means, single White women are limbically primed to be aroused by dominance and a ZFG attitude in men, and those men who fall short in these traits are dumped into the beta orbiter/friendzone with a quickness, when they aren’t rejected outright. The dumping can be literal, or metaphorical, as in a political friendzoning that weakens the electoral power of White men.

As a social phenomenon, a large chunk of America’s White men have spectacularly failed the dominance/ZFG test. America the Shitlib Feminist Shrike has effectively neutered White men, and unmasked them for romantically unappealing doormats to single White women. As women are wont by the essence of their sex to spread their legs for the dominant tribe’s men, they will wish to see tribal battles play out so that they may enjoy the luxury of choosing winners and their winning seed. The single White woman desire for open borders is nothing less than a desire for alpha male interlopers to test the mettle of their betatized male loafers. A massive civilizational shit test, if you will.

For this reason, it was always a mistake to entrust the nation’s future to its native daughters, especially while in their pulchritudinous primes. Women are more xenophilic than men and this difference goes deep, all the way to the Darwinian pulses in the primal part of the brain that regulate reproductive algorithms. No logic, reason, accountability, or basic common sense can defeat such a primitive force.

There aren’t many solutions to this intractable cognitive block in women’s hindbrains that don’t require serious divestment from the recently operative political and social calculus. Off the top of my head, here are solutions that would work (but just try hurdling the independent variables on your way to a solvable equation):

1. rescind suffrage and disenfranchise single White women
2. get more White women married off and pregnant at younger ages
3. break America into regional entities, diluting the single White woman vote
4. convince married White women to socially ostracize single White women by any means necessary
5. make divorce harder for women
6. economically and socially incentivize early marriage (e.g., conduct a massive draw-down of women from the workforce and cease glorifying single momhood and tankgrrl careerism)
7. ban abortion and contraceptives (good luck with that)
8. execute a vast, mass propaganda psy ops involving reframing of contentious national question issues and other rhetorical gambits that constitute the heart of Game to reorient the acceptable opinion avenues by which single White women gain social status rewards so that they find value in claiming the opposite of the self-defeating open borders beliefs they comfortingly regurgitate for now. (whether he knows it or not, this is the Trump Option.)

I welcome further suggestions from the commentariat.

An “overfeed the beast” strategy that I sometimes see entertained by crueler elements in the Exasperated-Right won’t work; if you dump millions of Dirt World trashkin into single White women playgrounds, all that will accomplish is an increase in the murder, rape… and miscegenation rates. The bleeding heart politics of these dumb bunnies won’t move an iota. No, the way forward is for White men to retake control of their homeland and scoff at the precious political boilerplate their women solipsistically indulge.

I can tell you that if we refuse to tackle our shared single White women problem, the nonWhite invaders will tackle the problem for us. And the way they solve it won’t abide feminist SWPL rules of conduct.

PS Cough up your black pills, because Trump’s firing of Comey may have opened the way to renew the investigation of thecunt’s email case while at State. I told you guys Comey was a lackey for thecunt. Get rid of him, and thecunt will start thinking about getaway plans to safe havens.

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PA suggests motives for the single White woman signaling for open borders.

— The single White woman desire for open borders is nothing less than a desire for alpha male interlopers to test the mettle of their betatized male loafers.

Yes, I agree. Other reasons why normal young single White females (as opposed to gutter-grade trigglypuffs) think they want open borders, along with my estimate of the likelihood of that being one of their motives:

To enjoy brown d_ck: 5%

To have a mixed baby: 0%

To be on the top of an even taller female SMV pyramid: 90%

To increase the likelihood of *other* White women getting r_ped, k_lled, or kn_cked up by browns: a sobering 75%

To virtue-signal (read: follow a fashion) that they don’t yet know is about to go out of style: 100%

Female Suffrage. A mistake that will not be made again.

I meant to bring up this point in the body of the post, but PA’s #3 reason — to enjoy the instant social status ladder climb from importing a vast bottomfeeder population of lower SMV women and men — is probably the most subconsciously pertinent (and least remarked upon) motivation to single White women.

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The Childless Should Not Lead Nations

Ann Althouse notes that the leaders of Europe’s four biggest economies have zero biological children among them. (h/t reader pavetack)

Theresa May, UK, no children (unable to have them)
Angela Merkel, Germany, no biological children
Emmanuel Maricon, France, no biological children
Paolo Gentiloni, Italy, no children

May is the least cucked of these four, and it’s therefore unsurprising that her childlessness was a pained regret imposed on her instead of a lifestyle choice. (Gentiloni is wobbly on border control, to put it nicely.)

I’m sure exceptions exist in the historical record, but as a rule, it’s generally better if a democratically elected leader has children than not. The feeling of stewardship and kinship is heightened when one has a stake in the future of the nation via his or her blood-bound progeny. Merkel and Maricon have no stake in the future of Germany and France (sorry, stepchildren don’t count on a Darwinian level), and so they will be inclined to push globalist policies that expand the scope of nihilistic degeneracy at the expense of racial and cultural continuity.

This excerpt from Maricon’s platform is so revealing of the globohomoist death cult mindset,

Perhaps because he wasn’t carrying the burdens of an entire gender when accounting for his [family deformation] decisions, Macron seemed completely at ease. He was saying, less apologetically than I’ve heard it said by a politician, that his family would be what he made of it, and that this was a cause for celebration, not suspicion or pity. His platform backs up his rhetoric, making special mention of the “diversity of family configurations”—married couples, couples in civil unions, co-habitating couples, parents who are together, parents who are separated, single-parent families, blended families, and same-sex-parent families—and promising to insure them equal rights under the law.

“Blended families” is a microcosm of what Globohomoists like Maricon want to do to the entire White West. Blend it out of existence.

Maricon’s shitlib blather to the contrary notwithstanding, it’s socially responsible to cast suspicion and pity towards rejects, misfits, and freaks who accumulate dysfunctional family formations like mutational genetic loads. This includes Maricon, a closet case who’s banging dusty grandma muff and will leave no legacy beyond being France’s last peacetime leader before the Siege of Elysee by Suleiman’s gremlin heirs.

A “diversity of family configurations” is code for “death of the West”. What libfruits like Maricon are either unable to process or resistant to accept is the beautiful truth that some family formations are better than others, and that this hierarchy has its source in our very humanity, which would be snuffed out if Maricon’s deformed families were to become the norm rather than the oddity. If the Family Maricons of the world were equal in estimation and under law to fitness-maximized heterosexual families with biological children, then it should be no threat to humanity if there were more Maricons to “celebrate” and fewer normal families to blend into the tar pits of the vast Dirt World.

Except it is a threat. A Maricon France means no France at all, at least not in any historical sense. Mariconism is Mort, the squandering of seed in barren old lady womb, the disappearing of White French from their homeland to be replaced by more reproductively vigorous invaders from swarthlands.

With stakes this high, suspicion and pity of Maricon’s Unfamily Circus are tepid responses. Mockery and ostracism would be more appropriate reactions.

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