Fake Rape

41% of rape accusations are fake, according to a study that examined rape cases over a nine year period in a small metropolis.

With the cooperation of the police agency of a small metropolitan community, 45 consecutive, disposed, false rape allegations covering a 9 year period were studied. These false rape allegations constitute 41% the total forcible rape cases (n = 109) reported during this period. These false allegations appear to serve three major functions for the complainants: providing an alibi, seeking revenge, and obtaining sympathy and attention. False rape allegations are not the consequence of a gender-linked aberration, as frequently claimed, but reflect impulsive and desperate efforts to cope with personal and social stress situations.

So women lie about being raped for revenge against an insufficiently alpha man, to cover their asses when their boyfriend or husband catches them cheating, and to ATTENTION WHORE FOR THE FEELS.

It would be funny if it weren’t a malicious slander against men that can and often does cost them their livelihoods and freedom.

Solution: Twice the prison time for fake rape accusers what would be sentenced to actual rapists. That’ll nip it in the bud.

It’s comical that there are still watery-eyed platoons of internet white knights out there who don’t believe women lie, and routinely at that, about allegations as serious as rape. These Wank Crü WK buffoons are ostriches with their heads in the sand, stubborn polishers of the pussy pedestal, probably incapable of grappling with the reality of female sexual nature because they have one female relative who married a dick and that clouds their thinking on the matter.

WKs have always been enablers of the worst sort of man-hating, skank-glorifying feminism. I bet that most WKs have little experience with women beyond one or two lifetime girlfriends who bitched to them about past lovers, and they think their hard work locking down that HB6 in an LTR or marriage grants them deep insight to women.

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meistergedanken comments,

Back in 2013 I did some digging on this. And I remember that study you cite: Eugene Kanin at Purdue conducted a study that showed, according to police reports from one city, that 41% of rape claims were untrue, and a full 50% of claims at two universities were untrue. Other researchers have come up with similar numbers for false rape accusations: Gregory and Lees, 1996: 45%. Jordan, 2004: 41%. Chambers and Millar, 1983: 22.4%, Grace et al., 1992: 24%. McDowell and Hibler, 1985: 27%. Buckley, 1992: 25%. Washington Post, Virginia and Maryland, 1991: 25%. Even the lowest number is TEN TIMES the number of false rape allegations that feminists will admit to.

This is a good time to remind the studio audience that the cuckoldry rate is 30 TIMES the actual rape rate. So women are 30 times more likely to deceive men of their paternity than men are to deprive women of their reproductive prerogative.

This is also a good time to remind everyone that in surveys of sexual behavior, women are more likely to lie than are men, AND when women lie they lie BIGGER. The ego boost that men get from padding their notch count is smaller than the ego boost that women get deducting from their cock count. Or, men are less ashamed of their sexual inexperience than women are of their sexual experience. The sexual market is illuminated by the pretty lies the sexes tell about themselves, and women fear the slut label (for good reason) more than men fear the incel label.

Thought experiment: Try to imagine what the public and institutional reaction would be if 41% of criminal charges against blacks were based on false allegations, if 41% of police rationales for shooting perps were false, if 41% of terror attacks were falsely attributed to muslims…..

…it’d be a lot more vociferous and indignant than the non-reaction accompanying the hatefact that 41% of rape accusations by women against men are fake af.

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Sweet Sixteen

Taylor Swift, Lady and the Trump aryan ür-goddess and connoisseur of bad boys, at sixteen:

As reader chris wrote, Prime Marriage Material.

As Nature intended.

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Leftism: It’s A Woman Thing

Supporting Lott’s research that found female suffrage immediately shifted American politics to the Left and enlarged the State, a recent study likewise concluded that female enfranchisement accelerated the same Leftward lurch well into the late 20th-early 21st Century, and it continues moving the country to the Left today (tradcon white knights hit hardest). Furthermore, the female compulsion to vote into existence larger and more intrusive government crosses party identification lines.

Regardless of their party identification, women are more supportive of an activist government. https://t.co/57c3C09mPW pic.twitter.com/grGN2w0D8u

— Rolf Degen (@DegenRolf) December 12, 2017

If America collapses from debt overhang and mass nonWhite colonization, sad to say you can lay the blame primarily on women. The feminization of institutions and decision-making bodies in Western nations will be their undoing.

Thot Patrol isn’t just an edgy meme, it’s a survival tactic.

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The Permanently Married Woman

The unmarried woman is a temporary and fleeting state of adult womanhood, as noted pithily by Gabber @brutuslaurentius:

There is no such thing as an unmarried woman. She marries a husband, her Johns, or the state. For the well being of civilization it is best she marry a husband.

The Fundamental Premise ensures that a woman will be cared for as long as she has a stash of viable eggs (or the youthful promise of eggs on the way), and the largesse she receives will be out of proportion to her non-reproductive contribution to society. This is because the sexual market is the one market to rule them all. Most societies throughout history have organized themselves around the pampering and coddling of their prime fertility womenfolk, and this natural impulse extends to providing lush safety nets even for old women who have no further reproductive use.

In short, men are expendable, women are perishable. On a societal scale, that means men must strike out on their own without much help from the State, women, or other men, and women must secure the blessings of maximal beta provisioning before they have hit the Wall.

Practically, no woman remains unmarried for long. She’ll get her resources from a husband or husband-substitute, i.e. the State, and this explains why women broadly (heh) vote for bigger government and more welfare…..they’re covering all their bases. But as it is the wont of the solipsistic sex to ignore feedback loops, what women fail to comprehend is that their continual striving to enlarge the scope of the State necessarily restricts the scope of individual beta provider men who must compete with government largesse and wage-gutting foreign colonizers for the hearts of women. As beta males lose their competitive edge, they drop out of the marriage market, forcing more women to hitch their fates to the State. A negative reinforcement cycle is established that ends with the Africanization of Euro-White nations.

Women, a word of advice: you can have Big Daddy State or you can have dependable, devoted provider husbands, but you can’t have both. In time, antagonistic provisioners of female safety and security will come to blows, given that they mutually undermine the ability of each to satisfy women. A big lavish government cheapens the contributions of beta males, lowering their SMV, while a society organized for the benefit of a large, high-earning, beta male middle class reduces the necessity of government intervention to protect women from lifelong penury.

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Single White Women And Open Borders

Go to this link and watch the video (I can’t hotlink it here on WordPress as there is not yet an option to link up PewTube videos).

It recaps much of what I’ve previously written at this blog about the sexual nature of women, but otherwise does a good job tying those Crimson Pill truths to the currently operative hyper-virtue signaling political culture that exists among single White women and how White men have to figure out a way to stop their reckless, callow women from driving Western Civ over a cliff.

From the vid:

“The only way we are going to make White Nationalism appeal to women, is if… White Nationalism is identified with the type of masculinity that women are interested in.”

A reader says this deserves concise guidelines. That’s a tall order for what I intended to be a short blog post, but I’ll offer a few suggestions anyhow:

• First, I wouldn’t announce yourself as a White Nationalist. It’s like calling yourself a womanizer when trying to pick up a girl. Emotional baggage, justified or not, is associated with the term. Some things are best left implied. (I’m saying this in the context of winning over single White women in the era of Jewish Interest Media…there is such a thing as too much try-hard self-seriousness in the realm of dissident revolution.)
• Never grovel or apologize for your beliefs. A refusal to cuck gets you an audition with women. The second you backpedal on your bold statements when you catch flak for them, her vaj turtles.
• Humor and mockery are a deadly combination on the female hindbrain. If violence is the physical manifestation of assertive masculinity, then ZFG mockery is its psychological equivalent. Mocking feeble shitlib manginas and bitterbitch shitlib cunts with flair and cavalier abandon — to the point that one may accuse you of skirting the line between the thrill of the hunt and sadism — is fertilizer for flowering furrows.
• State control. Amused mastery. In practice, what this means is that no matter how much women object, you stay firm in mind, message, and member. And when attacking enemies of your race and nation, you don’t get flustered or dangerously unstable; you lob your rhetorical artillery mit precision.
• Openly defy shitlibs in your midst. When a single White woman who may be on the fence between Woke and Turncoat bears witness to you saying “that’s so gay” while laughing in some punchable manlet’s face when he utters a vapid lib platitude, she won’t be able to contain the splooge cresting in her womb fjord.

There’s more, but for now this should get aspiring pro-White men in the right FRAME of mind to find, meet, attract, and close wayward single White women.

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The Nailing Railing

There’s this bar/nightclub that has two floors, the second floor extending about 2/3rds of the way out from the back of the venue, so that those on the first floor near the front of the club can look up and see people on the second floor. (it’s great for boning up (heh) on your upskirting skills.) An iron railing about waist high protects dancers and drunkards from falling over the edge into the crowd below, though I can’t fathom how there haven’t been topplings that I know of, given the nature of drunkards to fall over just about anything that isn’t a brick wall.

The club gradually morphed from a Chad-White bro-scene to a Dindu savannah, but it never completely de-gentrified (bixnoodified?). A given Saturday night could be 50/50 White/black. Many of the blacks were hardcore ghettolanders bused in from duskier parts of town, so the 50/50 ratio felt more like 10/90 if you were a wypipo. One street creature carries the menace of one thousand of Shaun King’s threatening tweets.

The night would quickly humidify with the influx of MUH DIKKING and jungle musk, and White Privilege at that time never felt more remote. But it was still fun to stay despite the risk of a massive house riot because of what would eventually and inevitably transpire on that exposed second floor. The nubian ladies would line up along the edge, two-handedly grab the railing, bend over and jut their steatopygian buttocks out as far as possible, rhythmically swaying and bouncing and jiggling their leopard skin tights-clad, dimpled posteriors with a ferocity that would evoke a post-monsoon reproductive dash for ass among Africa’s red-butted fauna.

Then the real show began. The brothers in their knee-high sweatpants would lope into the buoyant backsides of these Nail Rail sisters, making a big show of judging the asses for quality — some nodding their heads and licking their lips in vigorous approval, other stroking their chins in phony discernment — before channeling Al Frankenstien on Viagra and pressing their tighty-whitey-strained boners into the gluteal abyss of not one, but two, three, or ten event horizon booty cracks.

The Bump n Grind commenced, howls and hoots and screeches that startled birds and sent them flying out of the canopy would echo off the walls of the club. Spilled drinks, sweat, spit, and possibly semen would rain down on the first floor denizens who were staring upward mouths agape in unbelieving laughter. After a short while, the tribal “music” having sufficiently worked the participants into a copulatory frenzy, the fertility dance would move to stage three. Already ten to fifteen sassy girls were displaying along the Nailing Railing, and the woefully underprivileged and eternally victimized gentlemen of color would begin the musical chair part of the mating ritual, swapping girls between each other, slapping asses with an air of perfunctory ownership as they entered and exited ass cubbies.

Usually the buckiest of the daggering brothers would hog (heh) the preponderance of booty, overstaying his time with each ass, choosing the finest ass (as he saw it) from among a murderer’s row of gargantuan globularity, and grabbing two asses at once, one glued to his pelvic region, the other tickled into a spastic froth by his outstretched hand. It was at this time that the scent of sudden mayhem was strongest, and the possibility of a violent resolution bristled through capillaries and engulfed the room, electrifying the senses.

This is when the smarter Whites leave, (the smartest Whites never arrive), but for one time the crowd remained in full as a climactic scene unfolded that stunned the gallery before a great laughter ensued. At the mating dance’s peak excitation, a tall scrawny nerdy White man with “I’m a shitlib Virtue Signaler” practically tattooed on his fivehead stepped confidently into the tush pit, smiling goofily, full of wonder and joy at his chance to bond with the natives, and bounced heavily at the knee near an open black behind, waiting for a cue from one of his hued heroes to enter the Dark Incontinent without a safari guide. The Flummoxed Flava took one long incredulous look at this Supreme Dork, promptly cackled in unison, slapped his back, and pushed him into the booty dead center at the rail.

Below, the crowd erupted in cheers. Gangly and spindly, our brave sinfiltrator jerked his body like a broken marionette to the smooth gyrations of his amour, nearly disappearing into the sea of butt blubber. Slipping on the wet floor, he almost dove headfirst over her back and the railing, but steadied himself by planting his paw in the thiccness of her shoulder padding, and it was at this moment that his other hand swiped right….toward her giant tit mashed into the iron bar. He leered at the crowd as he gave it a lusty squeeze, at which the girl turned to look back at him, stood up, shook her head in that OH NO YOU DINT way, and slapped his face. He rocked backwards from the force of it, and the gathered brothers released gales of knee-slapping, tongue-wagging laughter as they resumed their spots in the tar pits.

There is no moral to this story except don’t go looking for love in the bush.

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When An Uppity Feminist Meets An Impervious POC

An aging, anti-Trump pussyhatter clashed with a manspreader on the NYC subway, and given the ancestry of the accused the result was predictably comic for those of us who enjoy seeing virtue sniveling White women at the moment their Anti-White Equalism religion is refuted by reality. Via reader M.L.,

Ha.

Feminist with chip on her shoulder finds out that gentlemen of color punch uppity bitches in the face if they show disrespect.

A white guy would have apologized profusely.

That feminist shit only works on men who are already neutered.

The Wonder Woman herself, Sam Sweeney Saia, from her Twatter account in August 2016:

Sam Saia, this week, after her encounter with a typical representative of the mandingospreader who haunts feminist nightmares:

I have no doubt this spreader of vibrancy was taking his feral frustrations out on an HB3 White goddess and pushing his leg into her till she was crushed against the bars, but naturally being the ditzy lib broad she is, she forgot for a hot second that her feminist indignation is no match for thejungle. As M.L. wrote, what works on already neutered White men won’t work on the orc horde. Feminist haranguing is impotent against MUH DIK; it can only find a swaddling home in the deflated bean bags of shitlib white males.

Dumb virtue sniveling cranky urban slutmouths like this sour hag who spend the bulk of their attention whoring time shitting on their own men can take a White man’s sympathy from White Knight to “lol suk a dik” in five seconds flat. It’s more proof for my contention that feminism is, among other deleterious qualities, a mass psychotic case of negative transference by hardened liberal city shrikes unable to cope with the reality of daily black and brown and (((tribe))) violations of feminist moral code, so they blame the cause of their bad feelings on White Gentile men, which allows them to preen as both a feminist and antiracist heroine.

The White woman civilizational shit test continues unparried….

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In related negative transference news, the Broken Windows dindu-stopping strategy is giving way to Windows Asking For It, the dindu-enabling strategy. Subway fare evaders are almost entirely black, so the Globohomo Order wants to decriminalize fare evasion.

There are two ways to deal with the dreary reality of wildly disproportionate black dysfunction in Diversitopias like the US:

1. a crackdown on black behavior that would warm a Grand Dragon’s heart
2. sewer spiraling to the lowest common denominator of social responsibility that doesn’t disparately impact blacks

As long as White Men remain unrooted from their heritage and faithless in their purpose and cultural glory, we will pursue option #2 until the wilting, deflorating end. Ironically, White Supremacy was never the problem; White Supination is the problem. And this is why MAGA has resonated so deeply with unapologetic White America.

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An outtake from Your Daily Trump.

Shitlib/Cuck Uniparty media: “Trump has to be careful how he responds to these sexual assault allegations against Democrat Congressmen, given his own history with women…”

TRUMP: “…makes you wonder where Al Frankenstien’s hands were in pics 2, 3, 4 ,5, 6…”

Age isn’t denting Trump’s T level. And America is the better for His Chadness.

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