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This is a more accurate graphic depiction of the message delivered by Shepard Fairey’s original poster, which Steve Sailer identified as the Orientalist hijab fetishism of White male liberals who fantasize about a submissive hot babe underneath the tents, and of White female liberals who fantasize about submitting to a strong swarthy non-liberal man.

A reference photo from real life Sharia Law that White liberals want to import to the West:

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Millennial hipsters, whatever generation follows them, and late Gen Xers have spent a lot of cultural capital ironically appropriating Americana, like trucker hats, lumberjack beards, and pearl button western shirts. But then a funny thing happened along the way to empty, wry, anti-fashion signaling.

When ironic stances become so ingrained (either by choice or necessitated by indigence) they’re indistinguishable from sincere adoption. I think this is what’s happening now among, yes, the faggiest, most hypersensitive and solipsistic generation in American history: the Millennials.

There are reports from the urban trenches of murmurings of Millennial patriotism — real patriotism that includes support for immigration controls and a genuine desire to connect with heartland America. Is it real and lasting? I don’t know, but Trumperica exerts a preternatural pull on its most constitutionally intransigent foes, turning them ever so slowly toward enlightenment. I don’t have the data before me, but I recall reading that Millennials voted the LEAST liberal and Democreep in 2016 of any youth generation before it.

America is very ill, but don’t count her out yet. That red pill is on the way.

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One day, skedaddles in fear from a school bus unloading ghetto teens.

Next day, sings the praises of the Hidden Figures movie.

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COGDIS isn’t a mental bias to overcome for the typical shitlib, it’s a call to arms.

PS The premise of Hidden Figures — that a trio of sassy black women put men on the moon — is thoroughly debunked as just another anti-White goyim Pedowood production. Don’t expect whitest NPR to report on the debunking any time soon.

The next phase of the leftoid equalism project — which we are currently watching kick into high gear — is to sanitize White men from their historical achievements, like that unlucky victim of the purges scrubbed clean from a Soviet photo of Stalin and his lackeys.

The good news, if there is any, is that Whites, and White men in particular, are WAKING THE FUCK UP to the endless leftoid legacy media, entertainment, government, and academia agitprop campaign to demonize, disparage, displace, and dispossess them from the nations they and their ancestors built from the fucking GROUND UP. Uncucked Whites have begun to see clearly their role as designated targets, and are refusing to cooperate. This is what’s driving the Left batshit insane with point-and-sputtering rage.

By hot lead or cold affidavit, Civil War 2 is coming. You read it here.

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The Left’s fault lines will soon rupture, bigly. Diversity + Proximity = Centrifugal Tribalism.

The only thing keeping the modren Left “””unified””” is White Submissiveness. The day that Whites stop bending over in abject obeisance is the day the Left falls victim to its internal contradictions.

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A great comment from safespaceplaypen:

The left’s intellectual basis has past its prime long ago. The philosophers and leaders that gave it its teeth have all died away. All that’s left is the remnants of its most dedicated ideological followers – those who believe in the principles but don’t know why; they just like it because it appeals to their biological dispositions. This is what happens when you have no intelligent or philosophical foundation to your movement and when your opposition has grown clever to your arguments/tactics and has adapted – you get incredible, eye-opening inconsistencies and contradictions, where the only thing sustaining you is teenage angst, a degenerate culture and billionaire financiers.

The reality about any movement run on pure feelz is that it will burn itself out spectacularly and in short order. As sspp writes, incoherent rage without intellectual grounding will fly off into the ether, untethered and fizzling out on the panting, red-faced, empty diatribes of bitter cat ladies and misshapen grotesqueries. The alt-right, whatever one may say about its tactics, has at its many nodes a real intellectual heft girding its memes and trolling. That is why it wins, and will continue to win, besting both the Left and the Cucked Right. Rhetoric is unstoppable when it’s wedded to Realtalk.

Rhetoric + Realtalk = Victory in War.

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There are signs of volcanic life surfacing in long dormant White America. A White hot fire rises. Recently, I saw once such sign, a very small sign, but magnificently portentous because it was an act of pro-White rebellion committed deep in the heart of a decadent anti-White shitlibopolis; the nature of the act was one that I had not encountered before in the wilds of any SWPLville.

A handful of posters promoting an anti-Trump protest march were taped to traffic light poles and other utility boxes near an outdoor cafe. As I watched with growing interest, five corn-fed and bearded White men wearing working class clothes and ear-to-ear shitlib-eating grins strode purposefully from one poster to the next, tearing them down and (respectfully) walking to a nearby garbage can to throw them out. As they performed their valuable public service, an effete, stoop-shouldered white manlet snarled at them from across the street. Even at twenty paces I could see the manlet’s curled lip quivering with menopausal rage.

The Fantastic Five noticed him too and, gathering together in a V-formation of happy force, triumphantly strutted across the street toward the iconic white liberal, whereupon they rudely impaled his personal space to remove the last anti-Trump poster that happened to be on the traffic pole situated at that corner right where he was standing and fuming. One of the Five swung in front of the manlet and made a dramatic show of crumpling the poster and tossing it into the garbage for a sweet three-point conversion.

The funniest outtake from this scene was the manlet’s utter enfeeblement in the face of an impudent provocation from his mortal enemies. Snarling from a distance, he was left speechless and catatonic when the Five entered his comfort zone; his inability to act on his suppressed rage a reminder of his low-T futility. I loved witnessing his libsnarl give way in slo-mo glory to a chin-tucked, downcast-eyed, beta male turtling once he realized the Five were heading his way to commit what he must have fantasized was unimaginable horrors against his nonblack body.

Nothing physical happened, this time, but something much worse occurred: the ouster of the shitlib from his position of power in the public space he considered his own, and his abject humiliation in the face of real resistance.

There’s fight left in White men. The time is coming, very soon now, when the paper tigress of shitliberalism is exposed on the vivisecting table, and unapologetic shitlords stream out of their bunkers armed to the teeth with the liberating knowledge that the passive-aggressive snarl is all their enemies bring to battle, and behind that snarl there’s nothing but cowardly submission.

Speaking of a White fire rising:

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A rare breed, two Pedowood shitlords, react to post-Wall harridan Meryl Streep’s anti-Trump self-aggrandizing harangue on stage. Look at the fire in Vince Vaughn’s and Mel Gibson’s eyes. These are men asking themselves, and the world, “Who bitch this is?”. They forge in the furnace of their unalloyed disgust a quiet and seething intolerance for the enemies of White men; a vengeance devised to settle the ultimate score — recapture of their homeland from degenerates within — percolates in their blood and radiates from their irises.

Look at those eyes brimming with righteous hatred closely, and multiply that look by millions, because that’s how many White men of the West feel the same way. And their numbers grow daily. White men are awakening to their planned and active dispossession by malevolent forces corrupting the creation of their ancestors. They see Meryl StreepThroat as another in a long line of preachy hypocritical reprobates shitting on their race and culture and values for fun and profit and the adulation of the elite bubble crowd. This rapidly coalescing army of normal White men and the White women who have not yet abandoned them for the wigger low life knows that attacks on Trump are proxy attacks on Whites. They know, too, that Meryl Creep gave a standing ovation for child-rapist Roman Polanski, and wonder who is she to lecture White Trump-supporters about decency?

Meryl HeatStreep, in the act of mendaciously regurgitating a media-generated fake news story about Trump mocking a disabled reporter, says “Disrespect invites disrespect”. White men of the West say to her, “Your cretinous ilk have been disrespecting core White America for generations. You just don’t like that now there’s return fire.”

And this time, anti-White shitlibs, the war won’t be fought with rhetorical BB shooters. The cucks are chastened, the silos opened, and the shiv-tipped nukes ready for launch.

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Black predisposition to violent criminality well above the rates for other races receives all the focus as evidence of innate racial differences and incompatibility with White culture, but crime rate is only one of the myriad ways — albeit a very sensationalist way — in which the black and white races fundamentally differ.

Culturally, mentally, morally, behaviorally, and temperamentally, the group characteristics of blacks are different than those of Whites. The exceptions to these race-based generalities are uncommon enough to compel people to take special notice of them.

One non-crime related difference springs to mind: Blacks are more demanding than Whites. This black personality quirk expresses itself unmistakably when a black person wants information from a White person. The black will rarely say “Excuse me” before politely asking a question, preferring instead the grill-to-grill direct approach: a loud and abrupt assault, often taken from an angle that maximizes the element of surprise, on the personal ear-space of the White, demanding this or that service rendered. Examples of the genre: “YO YOU GOT THE TIME?”, “WHICH BUS THIS IS?”, “FIVE DOLLAR FOR A HAMBURGER. NO? ALRIGHT THEN, PEACE TO YOU”, “YOU GOT A QUARTER FOR THE METER?”, “WHERE THE BATHROOM AT?”, “GOT A PHONE ON YA? MINE’S BUSTED. I GOTTA CALL SOMEBODY.” (like I’m gonna hand my phone over to a ghetto fabulous rando on the street).

Compared to their love of murder, this specialty of blacks is small potatoes, but the little, annoying, black ways of doing things add up to make their Section 8s and District 9s unlivable shitholes for even White libs who profess a love of Diversity and speaking in a steady stream of euphemisms.

And blacks aren’t the only players in town. All the nonWhite races differ in multitudinous ways from Whites; some of these differences are amusing, some are aggravating, and some are downright menacing. Which is why John Derbyshire was correct when he wrote that Diversity should be a seasoning, never the stew.

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I’ve seen it unfold over the years winding my way through the dating trenches, and the personal observations of other men, plus the occasional sociological study, provide mounting (heh) evidence for what I’ve noticed: that the configuration of the 2016 America sexual market has shifted to extreme female selectivity. It’s why women feel like they can be all the fat fugly tatted up slutted out femcunt they can be without negative repercussion.

(Women’s feelings about their sexual market options are, of course, often at odds with their sexual market realities, but that’s a topic for another post.)

The question naturally arises: how should a man position himself to best neutralize the putative advantage that would seem to accrue to energetically selective women?

The answer is clear to Chateau VIP guests, but will seem to normies like a paradox.

A man should act like he’s selective and women are competing for the pleasure of his company.

This is a truism regardless of the selectivity of women, but it’s even more relevant when women act like they can do no wrong and a TripleA rated Alpha will still land in their sexpot-LARPing laps.

In a culture of extreme female mate market selectivity, the best defense a man can have is Game, i.e., the art of flipping the script. When women are extremely selective, beta males (most men) tend to respond by sucking up to them. The man who acts like he’s selective will intrigue women, and the intensity of this female intrigue is directly proportional to female selectivity. The more demanding the woman, the more aroused she will be by the man who not only refuses to entertain her demands but makes his own demands upon her.

The man who carries himself like he’s God’s gift to women in an age when women believe the opposite dynamic is standard operating procedure will shine like a diamond amid the mass of mediocre males striving way too hard to capture women’s interest. This means, once you clear the debris from your defeatist, rationalizing beta ego, that a sexual market of extreme female selectivity (EFS) is in reality a POON PORNUCOPIA for men with Game.

Remember the old CH maxim: CONTRAST IS KING

Here’s what an alpha man living in an EFS environment sounds like when he understands women and has made his decision for the God of Biomechanics:

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You laugh, but I guarantee Tom gets more pussy, and higher quality pussy, with this profile than your average beta male straining to showcase his career accomplishments, male feminist bona fides, and sky diving adventure over the Steppe of Pussboy Servility.

Amoral of the story: Female selectivity is just a green light for male selectivity.

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