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In London, epicenter of European poz, there are adult baby parties. In Poland, sex change freaks run for office. And in New York, there is preschool for adults.

I have a grand unifying theory explaining the infantilization (and its cousin, androgynization) of late-stage secular Western societies.

In the not-terribly-distant past, 4K-8K years ago, at the dawn of agriculture, geneticists discovered that only 1 in 17 men got to reproduce. (Female hyperdrivegamy alert.)

17 men did it all for the nookie; only 1 in 17 men got the nookie. Now that’s a tough dating scene. Your negs had better be thermonuclear. Imagine a pickup convo from 5,000BC.

Man #16: You have nice eyes. Especially the left one.
Fertile Crescent Cutie: Where are your two bags of grain?
Man #16: I got your two grain bags right here, bish. Hoo-ah!

Agriculture allowed for the massive accumulation of material possessions by a few (lucky? gifted? both?) alpha males, which resulted in a lot of inequality among men and a lot of women deciding that fucking and bearing the children as a shared concubine of one bling-plastered alpha male was preferable to being the only wife of a doting beta male. But I’m sure somehow today’s feminists can twist this punishing reality into evidence that those 16 sexless ancestral men oppressed all those women sleeping with the town big man.

This tremendous reproductive skew caused a genetic bottleneck. Many men did not pass on their genes. We today are the product of a few male winners and their armies of adoring female fans from the fertile crescent long ago.

So what does this all have to do with modern Western infantilization? Hang tight. For the past few hundred years, maybe more, maybe less, the dating and reproductive scenes in white Western Europe and socially similar satellites have been mostly egalitarian. The age of the 1-in-17 Poonmaster was over. Many beta males got sex and a chance to leave a genetic legacy. Yeah, there was still cuckoldry, and plenty of betas likely had to endure the very special torments of the friendzone, but by and large humans had entered a new epoch marked by the inclusion of many more beta males into the sexytime folds.

So, for a long time after the close of the era of the big man, a lot of “lesser” men who would’ve failed in the 1-in-17 dating scene flourished in the 1-in-1 or 1-in-2 dating scenes, enough to change the water quality of future generations of the gene pool. Civilization arose with the rise of the beta male invested in a family and in a community of like-minded men who did not, for the most part, present a poaching threat to the individual beta family man. This was the Golden Age. Its blessings did not visit all parts of the world (*cough* congo *cough*).

Fast forward to 2015. Beta males aren’t just ascendent, they’re established. The charming jerkboy is the odd man out in advanced Western societies. The few “big men” who amass ungodly wealth are socially constrained from accumulating an equally ungodly number of loving legal concubines. Or they themselves are psychologically beta, and so despite their large fortunes accrued by leveraging mental talents particularly suited to modern economies, continue having trouble seducing women.

We have, succinctly, a beta male surplus. Beta males have been so successful that they have literally enriched not just themselves, like the big men of yore, but have taught women, who otherwise would be their rewards for fulfilling their male Darwinian directive, how to fish for themselves. Modern women benefit so greatly from beta male cleverness and largesse that they are self-supporting providers — Woman, Inc. — and accumulate their own stash of materialist goodies. The modern dating market, consequently, has ruptured. Self-sufficiency has freed women to more hotly pursue the dark side of their sex’s reproductive dichotomy — to pursue and fall in love with the charming cad with charming cad genes who makes them tingle even as they’re footing the full dinner bill for his company.

Generations of breeding for beta males with supercharged beta male characteristics has resulted in something akin to overbreeding among some breeds of dogs. What once was a useful animal, like the bulldog, has turned into a cartoon simulacrum of a dog. Now the breed can hardly run or breathe without splattering the walls in drool.

So it is with Western beta males, splattering the walls with their sperg sputum. They are overbred. Now the breed can hardly function in the dating scene. It needs help talking to women. It welcomes the leash. As a reflexive response to the stress of navigating a modern, mass secular society, some members of the beta male breed regress into the prenatal comforts of adult infantilization. If they personally haven’t regressed, they condone those who have and oppose those who would shame them into acting more masculine.

Some women regress, too. Modern women, after all, possess some of those super beta male genes as well.

Now times are starting to get tough. Diversity and globalization stress fractures are showing. That beta male surplus has become a liability, like an albatross hanging around the necks of suicidal Western nations. Reproductively culling some of these beta males used to be good for business during down times, from a culture-wide perspective. When all of them breed into an environment in flux, weird behavioral anomalies begin to manifest. Bronies. Trannies. Autists. The total societal embrace of gay marriage. Adult preschools. Diaper parties. Comic Con. New atheists. Manboobs. Male feminists. Amanjaw Marcuntte. SJWs. Bryan Caplan. Juggalos. Miscegenation cheerleading. Cuckold fetishists. Fat Walmartians.

Women have an instinct which influences their competing hindbrain desires for betas or alphas. This instinct, acting on the subconscious, pushes them away from beta males when beta males have outlived their usefulness, as I believe is currently the operating paradigm in decrepit first world open borders self-flagellating elite-infighting capitalist bazaars.

Psychological infantilization, essentially, is one of the processes by which the excess beta males in modern secular societies subconsciously “self-cull”. War and religious fanaticism are other methods of beta male self-culling, but the former has fallen into disrepute, and the latter, while on the upswing, isn’t yet the unconquerable force that will change the face of the West forever. (But it’s getting there.) Turning gay, in practice or in habit, is another way marginal beta males remove the worst pain of the sting of sexual rejection.

All this is to say….

Game can save lives civilizations.

PS A society overrun with too many breeding beta males can also produce men who go the opposite way and try to maximize signals of masculinity.

The busier and more crowded with males a society becomes, the more competition there is and the more flamboyant the badges are [i.e., hipster beards].

The modern male not only has to vie with hundreds of fellow males in the real world but has to stand out from potentially thousands of rivals online, so clean-shaven men [may] well be turning off women drawn to seemingly powerful men.

“When you live in a small group where everyone knows everyone because of repeated interactions, there is no need to signal quality and competitiveness via ornaments,” he said.

“In large groups where individuals are surrounded by strangers, we need a quick reliable tool to evaluate someone’s strength and quality, and that’s where these elaborate ornaments come in.

Bronies or try-hard hipsters. We truly live in a Gelded Age.

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I’m seeing more middle-aged and older white women with pink, green, and purple dyed hair.

I’ll keep this short and sweet: It won’t help, ladies.

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Reader Mel Gibson remarks on one of those subtle changes in white homelands that herald the inglorious end,

I recently spent some time in the waiting area of the state clerk of court. Hung on the walls were 10 pictures of the classes of the local bar association, dating back to 1900. Each class member had his own picture – essentially in mugshot format with a name caption.

The photo of the 1900 class was obviously all white males, many of whom had well-kept beards and healthy, thin faces. I saw one fat guy out of the ~100. Each had a determined look on his face, looking off into the distance. [ed: APLHA] There wasn’t a single smile. [SUPERALPHA]

The first woman showed up in the 1920-ish class. Two more appeared in the 40s and 50s. Most of the men kept the distracted look, while some looked directly into the camera. I saw a few smirks and upward-curled lips, but no teeth-bearing grins.

I didn’t see classes from the 60s or 70s, but by the 1980s picture I noticed some major changes. There were more women and some blacks. (Aside: Look, if these women and blacks earned their way into their profession and this association, then props to them.). The larger trend I noticed was that the white males were losing their beards, losing their hair, getting fatter, and not only smiling more, but larger like chimps who just earned a banana from the zookeeper. By the class of 2000, well, you know where this is going… all of the above-mentioned traits, and they were looking directly into the camera. I shudder to think what the class of 2015 looks like.

Basically, in 10 pictures over 100 years, I saw the decline of the white male.

Ugliness in all forms is ascendent in America and the broader West. Beauty will return, though. Her restorative fire can’t be snuffed for long.

In the meantime, the class of 2015 photo will be a phalanx of ugly bulldykes and mystery meats glaring triumphantly, BradyBunchily, over the literal mugshots of one physically amorphic white manboob quisling crouched into the defensive pose, head buried in chest, smiling like an idiot through three pube-pocked chins, and one shell-shocked semi-discernable white man gritting his teeth, amicably trying at once to fit in with the wretched Shrikegeist and to project a tiny bit of whatever shred of pride he has left fermenting in his nads.

(You thought the title of this post would refer to some other social phenomenon related to courtrooms, didn’t you? Give yourself a ‘heh’.)

PS If you’re ever having your photo taken for a group picture, and especially if you’re a white man in this acrid culture, think of the illustrative CH Jumbotron Test. This test applies equally to the ebbs of courtship as well as the legacies left behind in courtrooms. Just ask yourself, before the picture is taken or the text is sent, “How will my pose or my words be perceived by women, by men I admire, and by future generations, including possibly my children and grandchildren?” If you can ask yourself this honestly, and you still pose like a beta chimp grinning for approval from your trashworld masters, you are a lost cause and best left in the remainder bin of discarded genes.

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Commenter lllooooolllzzzzzllloooolll writes,

Hipster faggots are often seen imitating old photographs, even the “looking in the distance” pose. This is ironic faggotry, along with their faggot beards they use to store cum from their boyfriends,  for a mid morning snack.

Irony is the modern SWPL white man’s plausibly deniable safe space to play around with racial self-pride. It’s nauseating, yes, but also a sign of progress. Complete prostration is giving way to ironic detachment, and finally, if the CH oracles are right, the irony will become that most feared and fearsome white man state of mind…

Sincerity of self-belief.

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Rollo comments, concerning the de-stigmatization of polyamory subject,

Making Up for Missing Out:

On a social scale it seem like the next deductive next step – blend a justifiable Eat Pray Love narrative with the more visceral (yet unignorable) sexuality of 50 Shades and women will readily consume it. I expect there will be the same hamster spinnings of NAWALT and most women respect their marriage vows, but it still wont wash with the overwhelming ‘guilty pleasure’ popularity that 50 Shades exposed on a large scale.

Writers like Rinaldi and E.L. James have tapped into the Alpha Fucks / Beta Bucks anxiety rooted in women’s primal insecurity inherent in doubting their optimization of Hypergamy. If appealing to visceral sex sells products to men, appealing to the inherent ‘you-only-live-once’ insecurity of feminine Hypergamy sells to women – and women being the primary consumers in western society, sell it does.

EatPrayGetPumpedAndDumped plus 50 Shades is the event horizon of civilizational decadence and decline. Once that Boobicon is crossed, it’s a rapid swirl down the toilet bowl. Give women the run of the place and the Swirl is the inevitable result.

I believe the Roman Empire in its waning years was also marked by sexual libertinism, especially of their women. Weimar Germany, too, before its rebirth under a patriarchal epoch which unfortunately insufficiently and belatedly weeded out the psychopaths who are otherwise so crucial to the early stages of revolution, welcomed the indignities of wanton women pursuing the alpha fux/beta bux (sometimes not even bothering with the beta bux) lifestyle.

A telling societal signal of imminent collapse is the glorification and commercialization of the worst instincts of women, and the denigration of the best instincts of men. Our women become like men, and our men like women, until an androgynous slop characterizes an empire wheezing its last.

For a small but portentous example of this radical change, just read the title of the latest attention whore du jour’s memoir: “The Wild Oats Project”. Sowing one’s wild oats used to be the prerogative of men, or at least the excusable offense of men, and this was widely understood by men and women. Now the modern aggrocunt and her mewling manlet sidekick want to assume the wild oats mantle for aging hags and urban brunchettes, while denying the same fun to men whose testes haven’t yet climbed north to hibernate.

The cultural message is unmistakable: The clit is the new cock. But this message is wrapped in a fairy tale with a very dark ending. Women can no more play the man’s game than men can play the woman’s game. Not for long, at any rate, and not without a gnawing unhappiness that corrodes the soul.

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A couple weeks ago, CH wrote:

Mark my words, a massive elite push to legitimize and maybe even codify polyamory is next on the agenda.

A day ago, a mainstream Hivemind megaphone had an article about some old skank who slept with a bunch of losers while her cucked beta husband — although bless him he managed to prevent this feminist crone from reproducing — meekly acquiesced to his wife’s spiritual eatpraycumguzzle journey. Oh, and the raging narcissist wrote a book about it all.

Get ready for “The Wild Oats Project.” And not just the book. Get ready for “The Wild Oats Project” phenomenon — the debates, the think pieces, the imitators and probably the movie. Get ready for orgasmic meditation and the Three Rules. Get ready for “My Clitoris Deals Solely in Truth” T-shirts.

The reader who forwarded the article noted, “Are you psychic? Right on queue the mainstream media shows up with a trial balloon for polyamory.”

Psychic? Only a little. Mostly, leftoids are just really easy to read.

Yep, open marriages full of wonder and free of hostility or jealousy will be the newest old frontier the replicant Leftoid Industries will attempt to normalize as authentically human. After that’s accomplished (bet on it), gay pederasty is next.

Legal and social sanction of polyamory is not the same as widespread embrace of the sex at dawn lifestyle. That hoped-for popular embrace of polyamory by the left-behinds of society may never come, if current arrangements are indicative of future compositions. FACT: Most open polyamorists are hideously ugly. Polyamory is not the free choice of physically and psychologically attractive people. FACT: The typical nasty three-way in a willingly conjoined open relationship is one leather-faced high T cougar whose labia could survive the chemical bath of deep sea volcanic vents, one wretched, low T omega male “primary” whose job it is to sniff the cuckcum in his wanton whore’s granny panties and masturbate, and one slightly higher T (or, more accurately, lower E) beta male who couldn’t afford an internet connection for better quality virtual vagina.

Ad revenue for major Hivemind media organs has been dropping like a stone. I guess they’ve decided to say “fuck it” to serious journalism and let loose with the technicolor ejaculate of their gnarled ids.

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The streets are getting overrun with hipsters puffing limp-wristedly on electronic, cigar-shaped vaporizers. Now the unmuscled, orally-fixated white hipster signals his approach with a little blue LED light and a swirl of nicotine/weed steam emanating from his smelly beard. Are there that many former hipster smokers trying to quit, or is the vape pen just another SWPL attempt to ape actual coolness in an age of anti-racism schoolmarms and sexually ambiguous male feminists? “Vape bars” aren’t far behind.

I recently bought a foot-long vape pipe. I don’t intend to smoke it. I’ll just have it worked into an illustrious pendant worn as a mating cue to passing ladies. Vape rape. 😎

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Helicopter Parents

One reason why helicopter parenting is on the rise may have to do with the general post-industrial trend toward smaller families (fewer children, and fewer parents in each home). If you only have one kid, you’ll be more careful about shielding your kid from uncertainties and dangers. If there’s only one parent to guide that kid through the thickets of life, it’ll be easier to simply keep the kid away from unscheduled adventures that could mean more stress for the single mom.

Agnostic writes a lot about helicopter parenting, so I wonder if he’s already touched on the role of small families in driving the obsessive-compulsive parenting trend. Big families used to mean you could let one or two buggers slip through the cracks without freaking out about the possibility of total loss of your genetic heritage.

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