Freelance Comment Of The Week: Swipe Debt

From RooshV,

Have you heard that Tinder is now offering you a ’24 hour’ boost for $70? Many countries have prostitutes that are cheaper than that!

And the prostitutes won’t renege on their end of the deal.

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Comment Of The Week: Anti-Trump Hatred Is Anti-White Hatred

An astute comment from Ironsides earns him the coveted COTW,

“The odd part about the Trump Derangement Syndrome phenom is that so many jews revile the guy, but he is so in the pocket of Isra-hell at the same time.”

This was a puzzler to me as well, What I eventually decided might be the case — no idea if this is true — is that they’re not infuriated at HIM. They’re infuriated at US.

The entire media and government complex essentially ORDERED White Americans not to vote for Trump. White America disobeyed them and elected him anyway, with wildly enthusiastic crowds obliquely expressing a desire for racial/ethnic survival with chants of “build the Wall,” etc.

At this point, it doesn’t matter what Trump does from the viewpoint of the (((tribe))). He could give every jew in the US $1 billion and they’d still hate him, because they don’t really care about him. He is the symbol of our defiance to them, however rudimentary and quasi-subconscious it is in many cases. It’s that defiance which infuriates them — and terrifies them, which infuriates them even more.

Hence why International Shtetl organs like the NYBetaTimes are beginning to slip up and allow their unchecked fury at Trump (read: at White Christian America) to betray them, recently evident in their mishandling of the Sarah Jeong debacle. It’s harder to properly strategize and subvert a nation when you’re driven by fear and loathing to a pitched hysteria. Their desperation to maintain control of the horizontal and the vertical is making them sloppy. Anti-White Noise is leaking through the screen.

Ironsides is right. Anti-White hatred is channeled through Trump, which explains why the rage against Trump is so unhinged; (((they))) and their shitlib Gentile useful idiots who never met a phony virtue they didn’t want to signal correctly perceive in the phenomenon of Trump a resurrecting White consciousness and awareness of the malice that is directed against them.

Lashing out at Trump is a classic case of negative transference, in which Trump serves as the personalized stand-in for the hated White Heritage Americans who have shown a disturbing temerity to rise up and resist Globohomo propaganda demanding Whites accept their dispossession with good cheer.

As #TheDefiance movement grows among White Christians, the enemies of Heritage America become angrier and more terrified. Their hubris will mingle with their fear in a toxic emotional stew, and blinded by tribal rage they will be less willing to compromise, to cede rhetorical ground, or to step back from the cliff’s edge. Expect to see more heavy-handed censorship, more silencing and doxing of Defiers, more blindness to the growing threat of blowback, more unprincipled sophistry to scaffold a dying anti-White Narrative they are rapidly losing control over, and a quickening pace and saturation of increasingly brazen indoctrination in a frantic last-ditch effort to avert a loss in this existential war.

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Comment Of The Week: The Fainting Thot

plumpjack rightfully earns this week’s COTW with the following gem,

women fainting. you may have seen it in old movies. plumpjack is here to tell you that it’s real, friends.

last Friday I was with a girl I’ve been seeing for about a month. she’s a good girl, very cute, scots-irish brunette, early thirties, sporty gogrrl (mild version – my type), stage 3 poz, but pimp hand-treatable. definitely buns => oven material, which is what I’m on the hunt for.

as we’ve gotten closer to getting “serious” she started ratcheting up the casual references to past flings. on Friday when she hit the fourth time that day and it was time for some patriarchy/pimp hand application.

we were standing in my kitchen and my vibe went from fun and friendly to deadly serious. I said, “what do you think happens to my attraction to you every time you bring up a guy you fucked?”

she meekly replied, “it goes down”.

I continued, looking severely into her eyes, “that’s right. it goes WAY down. you’d think that if you were lucky enough to have a serious guy interested in you, a guy who has his shit together and can basically have any woman he wants, that you would want to show him that you’re worth investing in. but that’s not what you’re doing. you’re sending me messages that I can’t take you seriously, that you’re a joke. that you’re body is a joke. your life is a big joke. that you’ll give yourself away cheaply, to any guy who wants you. why would I invest in a woman like that? now, I’d like to think you’re a better woman than that, and that I CAN take you seriously, but this shit of you bringing up guys you’ve dated as if it’s something to brag about needs to stop.”

as I’m saying this she starts leaning on the kitchen counters. she’s struggling to hold herself up. I’m noticing this but I plow onward. it was a “shape up or GTFO moment”. so she struggles to stand up for a few more seconds and then she just collapses. out. fucking. cold. I caught her before she hit the floor and dragged her over to the couch. not kidding. (now I know what “dead weight” ACTUALLY means).

so I lay her down on the couch and I’m, like, wtf happened?!? I’ve never seen anyone faint before. I was trying to shake her out of it and was literally ten seconds away from calling 911 when slowly she started to come back. totally fine. wildest shit I’ve ever seen.

she got the message.

funniest thing about this is that this sporty lil girl (who I actually really like) is a rock climber, boot camp instructor, yoga instructor, artist, blah blah blah…. all the “I’m a cool/tough chick!” credentials, and she f’ing fainted the first time a guy ever went full patriarchy on her. blew my mind. how many more are out there begging to be overpowered in this way?

I talked to an older friend about this and he said it was quite common knowledge in the old days that women fainting was a thing and you would still see it in the movies even into the 70s. well, it’s real. and it’s powerful. seriously it’s like some kind of magic spell. you won’t believe it until you see it.

You know what chicks secretly dig? THE FULL PATRIARCHY. No apologies.

(i’ve driven women to tear-streaked hysterics with intimations of abandonment, but the only quasi-fainting thot I’ve had the pleasure to watch crumble in a heap on the floor was the one who came so hard under my meaty duress that her knees buckled and she slid down into the fetal position, which makes a certain amount of conceptional sense as a concentric fetus meme.)

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COTW runner-up winner is Anonymous (capitalized for distinctiveness),

Great story plumpjack. I’ve encountered similar situations in which women deny how they are valued. I was walking home with my ex once and she was talking about the harpies that she works at the office with. Something about how they went to a wedding and none of them went to grab the bride’s flower toss. My ears perked up. I asked her to clarify. “Oh, they don’t want to settle down or get married yet at all.” I replied “They know how old they are, right?” “Yeah, but they still want to get out in the world” “And you listen to them? You’re like that?” “Well…..I mean I’d like to get married but I still want to see the world and… (all I heard was TV static at this point)” I planted my eyes forward on our walk, tilted my head back and increased my pace and swagger *just* a little. “Yeah, I don’t think I could settle down with you yet either. There’s so many different women to try. I want a couple more redheads.” She gave me a look of total shock before matching my pace and trying to grab my hand back (and my attention). I should have detoured into the nearest bar.

Why would The Manipulated Woman exist when we already have The Self-Deluded Woman?

FYI playing into this predilection of women for self-delusion by Agreeing & Amplifying & Co-opting their un-moored nonsense is a fantastically effective Game tactic.

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Comment Of The Week: Our Freak Future

From COTW winner jax, a glimpse into the dystopia coming soon to an American town near you.

The SF Bay Area, which is where this freak is from based on the pictures, is a look into the future for America.

Feminists roaming the streets looking for beautiful women to shame or corrupt, and men to harass and humiliate. Weak, frail half-men towing the freak mob’s agenda in the hopes they will taste feminist pussy someday at the expense of the world their ancestors built. Third world pests living in third world shanty towns driving wages down for the declining heritage Americans, flooding their schools and hospitals and laughing at the Gringos who pay for it. Skyscrapers housing techies and worker drones, who on average, are living check to check on out of control housing costs and expensive gadgets and “experiences” which do nothing but further drain their soul. A middle class more zombie than human clicking away their lives while the world around them crumbles and becomes unrecognizable; finding purpose in cheering for their successful sportsball teams who are owned by the elites that hate them and played by the people who despise them. Elites, in their still pristine neighborhoods counting their shekels from their portfolios; attending community town halls to ensure that their neighborhoods and schools stay pristine at the expense of everyone else. No go districts where “diversity” thrives and law and order are non existent. That thriving “diversity” wanders out of its box every so often to terrorize, rape, and rob the already terrorized heritage Americans. Hordes of far eastern people who saturate the market with their dirty money and corrupt dealings inhibiting young and middle class Americans from moving up. And suburbanites who gleefully ignore the impending collapse and flee when it gets close preferring to run and be blissfully ignorant than face the reality of the world they live.

That is the simple outline of the bay area for anyone who lives in reality. My apologies for the rambling lack of cohesiveness. Unfortunately, the Bay Area lives in a virtual reality, as designed by the technocratic elite who are invested in the current system. The people will only see diverse food options, plenty of weed to smoke, and nice weather until they can’t anymore and they are too powerless to fight. A catastrophic earthquake would be the kindest thing mother nature could do.

My God that was a chalice of purified truth. Quaff it down, before it curdles and you can no longer extract the girding nutrients and energy from it to fight the war against Globohomo.

The tiny sliver of a silver lining worth pondering is that Darwin can’t be denied. We may go through hellfire, but in the end, when the bodies are strewn and the land smolders, those who buy into globalist shitlib poz will see their genetic contribution to a far-future America reduced to nothing, while those who reject the lure of cunt-bug-soy IVFocracy will fruitfully seed a reborn America with their super-based children’s children.

Or, our Freak Future will yield with a vengeance to our Right Wing Trad Squad Future.

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Comment Of The Week: The Expedience Ideology

COTW winner is Libertardian, with this pithy gem:

June 26, 2018: BUT MUH (ILLEGAL) CHILLUNS
June 27, 2018: BUT MUH ABORTIONS

Shitliberalism is sophistry in service to power. The routine contradictions of their ideology are a feature, not a bug.

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Comment Of The Week: Hamster Overload

From anonymous, our COTW winner (don’t you wish you had picked a handle now?):

For ages, people have asked “what do women want?”

The answer is simple.

Women want people and things that are pre-approved by their peers.

This becomes the torsion that wracks their very souls as socially, they are required to want things that are often diametrically the opposite of what they themselves want.

Sadly, the hamster will churn on, trying to weave a semblance of balance between the social needs and the internal wants.

This misalignment between social expectation and sexual appetite is stronger in women than in men; (it’s virtually nonexistent in men, because men from all classes and social strata prefer pretty young women over ugly older women).

We here at the Chateau have a term for it (courtesy of GBFM aka Q aka President Trump): alpha fux, beta bux. Women desire sexy charming jerkboys but also need dependable, reliable provider betaboys. Game is, succulently, a system of learned charisma that emphasizes jerkboy appeal (which most men lack) and merges it with beta provider cues of male mate fitness.

This shouldn’t be mistaken for the claim that women’s sexuality is always misaligned and that women are always having to choose between the alpha fux and the beta bux. Women often try to snag both male archetypes in the same package. The hottest of hotties will usually achieve the feat while the nottest of notties don’t even bother aiming for the alpha fux and will inevitably settle for a barely beta male or lonesome nights sifting smelly cat litter.

But, it is true that women as a sex experience a tension between social needs and crotchal wants that men rarely, if ever, experience at all, or with similar intensity. And in increasingly r-selected sexual markets that come to dominate declining cultures such as the current US, and which feature economically self-sufficient women, a shrinking pool of feminine slender beauties, and a retreat from the playing field by economically and culturally dispossessed men, this social need-sexual want tension in women is amplified to dangerous levels, resulting in misdirected conformism, hysteria, and eagerness to find purpose in cults, mass movements, and numinous negros.

Fewer beta bux AND fewer alpha fux that didn’t just disembark from the Dark Incontinent, coupled with delayed marriage and an enlarged window of nameless fornication fueled by birth control pills and wine by the bottle have driven our women right over the edge of sanity. Their rationalization hamsters are worked to near-death, spinning spinning until tufts of fur fly everywhere. The female wants are stoked to a fever in a charnel house of fly-by-night cock and chemically castrated womb, while the female needs are denied until a nervous breakdown or autistic IVF twins herald a lifetime of financial and psychological burden.

The hamster was never built for this sort of call to duty. The little guy spins a semblance of balance for a sexual market that didn’t outpace the speed of his wheel under his tiny legs. Now he runs as fast as he can but his legs give out as the wheel that manages communication between his vessel-woman’s fore- and hindbrain smokes and pops gears. The hamster no longer rides the wheel; the wheel rides him. The perfect metaphor of what our modren society does to women.

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Comment Of The Week: Comment Of The Millennium

COTW-slash-COTM winner is Hackett To Bits, hacking America 2.h0 to its essential bit.

Soy meets Grrrl

This COTW would make an excellent dystopian novel title.

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