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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:

tomshardware

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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You’re expecting a toe-curled encomium to my bedroom prowess, but as satisfying as those coital compliments are, the most flattering words I’ve ever heard from a woman are, “You make me feel like a teenager with a crush.”

Arousing a woman so thoroughly that she emotionally regresses to the state of a teen girl who can’t stop thinking about a boy who’s captured her heart is a worthy goal for any womanizer. A woman’s truest, deepest, rawest, most irreconcilable and primal love strips her ego bare of any mundane considerations of a man’s value to her and leaves her drifting on an ocean of her innocent, uncut desire.

What are the most flattering words you’ve heard from a woman?

whorefinder: “I love your rape”

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From the “Shitlib Tears Porn” file (link):

nowagforher

What happens when  you cross a beta orbiter with a NOWAG?

You get this guy who can’t score a cheap feel on a night when shitlib girls suffering the humiliating defeat of thecunt are begging for the solace of a group hug.

The stream of shitlib tear porn that’s been pouring out over the last two days has been, in a word, delicious.

I don’t think lefties have felt this kind of defeat before. Not of this caliber, anyhow. They are all cracking up. Xannies are popped like NOWAG chubs in a roomful of White women. On an instinctual level, these libs know that The Trumpening heralds something much different and much more threatening to their false song of race equalism and anti-White posturing.

On a related topic, these photos are really highlighting the types of freaks that were #WithHer. All sorts of degenerates and losers and misfits and headcases. Color me shocked that NOWAGs are on the same team.

Another shitlib tear porn photo:

mudladies

This was taken at a student protest of Trump’s victory. (Whatever happened to accepting the result of the election, libs?)

Look closely. It’s a sea of browns and women and brownwomen. And obesities. Can’t forget the obesities. This is the America that open borders Hillary wanted to impose on us all, and that The Trumpening will, Kek willing, put the brakes on.

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Truth serum time. I made a post of this article mostly because I wanted to float that flavortown post title over the center field warning track. It tickles me.

I accidentally slept with a Donald Trump supporter

My name is Diana. I’m a 27 year-old bartender. I met this guy on Tinder about two months ago, a few days after I’d moved from Toronto to San Diego.

On a not-unrelated note, Texas is turning blue in our lifetimes, bank on it if these immigration patterns hold. (toronto is not much better than somalia) The only escape will be TEXIT.

We’d been chatting for all of a day, and we agreed to meet at a bar in downtown San Diego. We were just going to play Big Buck Hunter and have some drinks. It was very short notice. We didn’t even exchange phone numbers.

He showed up at the bar, and he was super handsome. Like, really tall—six-foot-four or something absurd. We were wearing matching leather jackets. His Triumph Bonneville was parked outside. This guy looked badass.

Trumpiognomy.

It turned out he was pro-choice and an atheist, which was good.

A savvy womanizer knows to avoid God and abortion conversational pitfalls that could deep-six pre-sex scheming.

But the night progressed. We went out to some other bars, had some more drinks, and he invited me back to his place. I was super excited, because I was really into this guy.

It’s always dankest before the dong.

We hooked up, and it was incredible. There was a lot face-touching and intense eye contact. He was cool as hell. I was completely smitten.

BEST SEX I EVER HAD – Canadian Maples

At some point I got up and sauntered over to his bookcase, because I wanted to see what he was into. I saw a few photos, and then a David Sedaris book that I love. I asked him about the Sedaris book and he said he hadn’t read it yet. But then, right beside it, I saw a book about Donald Trump. It wasn’t The Art of the Deal or one of his how-to-succeed-in-business books. It was In Trump We Trust, by Ann Coulter. So I asked him about it. I was like, “Ha ha, this is funny.”

How sweet it is to step out with that shitlord strut *after* splitting a slut’s moistened rut.

Meanwhile I’m a Canadian expat who just moved to America. I pointed that out and he went, “No, no. It’s different.” Why? Because I’m white and in my twenties?

Well, yes. But you still have to go back.

He started talking disparagingly about Black Lives Matter. This entire conversation happened in five minutes, while I was frantically getting dressed to leave. I wasn’t there to argue, and I felt deeply uncomfortable.

Amygdala overload.

I got a Lyft home and I thought I was done with him. The next day he messaged me on Tinder. He said, “Hope you’re still not upset over politics LOL.” I explained that it’s hard for me to remain attracted to someone whose views are so different from mine, and who believes in bigotry and xenophobia—which sucked, because the sex was amazing.

Five minutes of shitlord….

Then he said, “Not accepting other people’s beliefs is the definition of bigotry.”

*tips maga hat at her, grabs pussy* “One more to remember me by.”

So apparently it was my fault.

This is womanspeak for “It was my fault”.

He sent me a “hey” message a week later, which I never replied to.

FaceSavingThatNeverHappened.txt

I couldn’t do it again. It feels taboo to sleep with a Trump supporter.

“If this is taboo, I don’t want to be virtuous.”

But here’s the thing: I’ve slept with a lot of people in my life.

#SlutsWithHer

This guy ranked in the top five.

The other four were Putin fans.

Btw, if she’s mounted enough cock to assemble a “top five”, it’s a good bet her total cock count numbers in the hundreds. Marriage material!…….for a beta.

I thought maybe I’d try him again one night at 3 a.m., when I was drunk enough to overlook his political views. But I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

This is womanspeak for “I did it”.

I don’t want to wake up next to a guy who blames Mexicans for his woes and thinks “bigly” is a word, no matter how handsome he is.

And yet she wrote about that “uncomfortable” evening from two months ago. She can’t stop thinking about him.

Everything she wrote is typical female hamster rationalization for loving a charming Trumpboy. She wearily and half-heartedly hunts for his flaws to absolve herself of personal responsibility while simultaneously craving the invading force of his Trumpenrod. Betabitch BernieBros and mangina Hill shills wept.

This man’s MAGA Game is tight. He wins a green Pepe condom. Feels good man.

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This post isn’t a prediction of the winner of tomorrow’s vote for or against civilization. I won’t jinx it. It is a prediction that the sex gap will be yuge, and mostly driven by White men flocking to Trump; less so by White women to thecunt.

I won’t bother discussing the sex gap of the nonWhite races, because it’s moot. No matter how you slice the Vibrancy demo, nonWhites vote overwhelmingly for the Twerk and Gibs Party.

Ever since the 19th Amendment granted the franchise to women, the nation has lurched leftward. This isn’t idle speculation. It’s proven by analysis of the trends. Women are in general more lefty, more mush-headed, more equalist, more MUH FEELZ than are men. Their inclusion into political life has been, and continues to be, an unmitigated disaster for the survival of America as a republic.

And I say this with love in my heart, ladies, because I do love you (the hot ones at least).

Which brings us to The Trumpening. I predict, owing to a variety of mutually reinforcing factors, that the sex gap will be larger in this election than it has been in any previous American presidential election.

So here it is: White women will vote for thecunt at close to, and maybe slightly above, the number they did for the Gay Mulatto. White men will vote for Trump in greater number than any Republican has received in White men’s votes in past elections going back to Reagan.

If the pro-Trump White men sufficiently outnumber the pro-cunt White women, (enough to negate the minority voter advantage thecunt enjoys), 2016 America is given a chance at redemption. But as I mused almost a year ago, I think there’s a real danger that White women will abandon their White men (and their country) for ephemeral, feminism-inspired reasons to vote thecunt into office.

Here we are, the future of America hanging in the balance, to be decided on the estrogenic whim of the depressed pill-popping cat-hoarding White woman demographic.

Suffrage exacts its final tribute, in the currency of America’s dying breaths.

PS National Propaganda Radio also foresees a huge sex gap for this election and for the same reason: men supporting Trump bigly.

PPS Women naturally and autonomically follow strong leaders. If White men regain their balls, then there’s a good chance, femcunt “lean in” and “muh free oral contraceptives” protestations to the contrary notwithstanding, that White women will follow their men into battle for The Trumpening.

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First, Hulk Hogan took down Gawker, winning a court case against the website and its owner Nick Denton for a huge sum of money and essentially putting Denton on skid row.

Now….be still my beating heart….the man-hating cunt Sabrina Erdely might lose everything, along with the shitlib rag Rolling Stone which published her lies in a fake story about a fake rape on the UVA campus that never occurred except in the fevered imagination of Jackie Coakley, a girl who wanted a man to love her but became bitter and made up a false rape accusation when her love wasn’t reciprocated.

Here’s to hoping the suit bankrupts Rolling Stone and that shitlib Boomer narcissist Jann Wenner has to beg for paint huffing money under a bridge.

The pretty lies are being exposed, gentlemen and lady lovers, and the ugly truths are winning the day. When the dawn finally breaks, all I ask of you readers is that you remember the Chateau was there from the beginning, nestled deep in the Alsatian woods, a welcome retreat from the madness, speaking before all others in our post-America dystopia on behalf of Truth and Beauty.

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Video shot aboard a Gay Mulatto (Barack Obama) campaign flight in 2008 shows him flaunting his hard-on to female reporters who position themselves for a better look.

LOL THEE CURRENT YEAR KEEPS ON GIVING

#Pussygrab is kid’s play in the “patriarchal misogynist sexual assault” feminist guide book compared to Gay Mulatto’s literally showcasing his half-blood chub to a plane full of INDIGNANT AND OPPRESSED women who should be championed and revered. That dipshit feminist category is now wholly owned by #BarackMamba.

Remember that these shitlib female reporters giggling like schoolgirls at the sight of gay mulatto’s stiffened snake (Reggie Love must have fluffed him) are the SAME FUCKING HYPOCRITES FEIGNING OUUUUUUUUTRAGE over Trump’s raunchy frat bro banter spoken in private to Billy Bush.

I’d say FUCK THIS GAY AMERICA, but a better send-off might be FUCK THIS WOMANISH AMERICA.

Hey feminists, your hero is manspreading! And not just any spread; this one comes with a dill pickle!

PS How much you want to bet the shitlib estrogenic media had this video in their possession in 2008 but suppressed it to help obama win?

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