The Fudge Pack

First there was the Rat Pack. Then came the Brat Pack. Now, meet the Fudge Pack.

I knew there was something between these three!

Dom: Gay Mulatto
Power Bottom: Maricon
Masturbating in the corner while filming the other two in bed together: Truvada

Your leaders of the twee world!

PS Or, using MPC‘s “h0m0, negr0, j3w” bar game:

h0m0: maricon
negr0: truvada
j3w: barack soetoro

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The Difference Between Fat Men And Fat Chicks

A commenter over at the Goodbye, America blog, Theodora, has a great insight about the major difference between fat men and fat chicks.

I think that one big difference between female obesity and male obesity is this: while the health and aesthetics problems are common to both sexes, female obesity is totalitarian. Fat men don’t demand to be called Big Beautiful Boys. They don’t lie themselves that they are voluptuous, gorgeous and curvy. They don’t want to change the standards of beauty existing since the beginning of humanity. They don’t shame and bully thin people (“eat a sandwich!:), they don’t ask to vanity change the sizes of clothes, they don’t ask to erase the word “fat” from public conversations. Fat men usually deal with their problems individually and in silence, while fat women want to change society, dictionaries, standards, reality and human nature to ease the burden of their fatness, acting as true Stalinists in the process.

That’s why the female obesity epidemic is more dangerous than a matter of health and aesthetics, and an affront not only to Beauty, but also to Truth, and well-deserving of the Shiv.

Theodora nailed it, and it’s something I’ve been saying here for a while: the real danger of fat acceptance — a malignant movement largely (heh) spearheaded by women — is the dishonest advocacy against all that is True and Beautiful and Sexy. The fat chick who knows she’s gross looking, and who wants to be thin to be attractive to men once again, is never a target of my shiv. I save my necessary sadism for those fat chicks who lie through their food-laced teeth trying to convince the world to believe 1. they have tons (heh) of men banging down their doors 2. that they don’t suffer any sexual market penalties for being land whales 3. that there’s nothing unhealthy or unappealing about fatness 4. that men prefer fatsos anyhow 5. that indeed fatness is objectively attractive 6. that not only that but fatness is MORE attractive than those stick figure thin girls men are tricked into desiring 7. that society told men to be disgusted by fat chicks and 7. that’s just, like, your opinion you awful no good body-shaming misogynist.

Fat men? They rarely, if ever, lie like fat chicks do about their condition. The shit stream of fat acceptance sophistry — eerily similar to the #SelfLoveWins degenerate freak parade sophistry that characterizes the equalist left — is mostly a female thing, and its effluvium  seems endless….until someone with balls finally calls them out on it and drops a steaming deus vult in their social media ego gratification circle diddle of miserable lying fatties pretending their custom-made reacharound wiping implements aren’t a testament to their great shame and self-abasing dehumanization.

There’s one other notable difference between fat men and fat chicks that helps explain why fat women feel compelled to engage in a quixotic quest to change the world so that their fatness is desirable to quality men:

Fat men really don’t suffer as large a penalty to their romantic fortunes. Male desire is predominately visual-oriented, which means fat chicks whose female forms are buried under layers of disfiguring blubber simply can’t arouse the same ardor in men that thin shapely women who can never be misidentified as a block of cheese can arouse.

Female desire is holistic, meaning that women subconsciously weigh (heh) more factors when judging men for romantic promise. Fatness doesn’t kill a man’s chances for love and romance with nearly the same brutally quick efficiency that  fatness kills a women’s chances for love. I’m not saying fatness is irrelevant to men’s SMV; I’m saying a fat man with compensating attractiveness traits can overcome the SMV handicap of his fatness, which is something that no funny, charming, wealthy, creative, or socially dominant fat woman can ever hope to do for herself.

I think fat women, deep down, know this about themselves. They know their fatness kills romance dead for them. This engenders a lot of resentment and spite in them, which they take out on thin women and men in general, for the equalist sin of having standards and discriminating taste. Because no sin in the Leftoid Equalism Fatty Gooniverse is worse than the sin of revealed judgmentalism. The post-West coddled fat chick would rather go to her early grave railing futilely against the God of Biomechanics than to lose weight and therefore admit to herself that her ugly life and uglier beliefs were a pack of lies all along….and those very bad fat-shaming men like yours truly were right.

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Skinny Chick Insurance

It’s true for most non-r-selected men that female thinness trumps everything else about women’s attractiveness. As a consequence, fat chicks get nosex, nogsex, or dregsex. Them’s the breaks for the bulbous brigade.

It’s also more or less true that as a man’s sexual market options, real or perceived, shrink, his standards loosen to accommodate girls with “cushion for the pushin'”. (Or so he will try to convince himself.) This means, for example, that older men who haven’t any compensatory attractiveness traits will “unexpectedly” discover the latent fuckability of chubby younger women. (But never the fuckability of chubby older women. Even LSMV men have a floor to their mate criteria.)

If options = instability, then lack of options = floating standards.

So we may conclude that shrinking sexual market options from, say, rapidly advancing age or sudden bankruptcy, contribute to men’s willingness to rut with juvenile manatees. But there’s an additional factor at play here. I have gleaned from random conversations I’ve had over the years with buddies that we all agreed there was a time in our lives — middle school to high school — when we exclusively craved the skinny chicks with 0% conspicuous body fat, and wouldn’t look twice at any sweet sixteen girl who had a touch of mature woman plumpness round the hips ass and thighs. (In Lolita, Humbertx2 called these plumply ripe women older than the age of 12, “cows”.)

Then, as we entered our 20s and as our SMVs were rising, our whoreizons BROADened and the allure of egg-laden, exquisitely curvy, hourglass-shaped feminine women became more apparent than it had before. Note that exquisitely curvy doesn’t mean FAT. It means Gal Gadot. Or a randomly chosen Playboy Playmate of the Month.

I suggest this minor male hindbrain phenomenon is related to the subconscious fear in every man that the woman he eventually chooses to make honest will get fat on his watch. The Fear is mostly relevant when considering those women who are marriage material. It doesn’t factor as urgently in short term flings or one night stands, which is why less-than-super-skinny chicks with future porker potential don’t turn off horny men just looking for fun. However, when a man is seeking a life sex partner (so solly, that’s what the marital dotted line amounts to for men), he will shoot for a younger, skinnier woman safe in the knowledge that she will stay desirably thin and fuckable even if she puts on five or ten pounds over the years.

Commenter Days of Broken Arrows explores the same topic:

“If I’m being honest, though, and obviously I’m biased, I think that the skinniness fetish is more a modern thing promoted by the homo fashion industry…”

DoBA: Some of it is. But some of it is also a form of insurance that helps protect against the woman putting on so much weight after you get married that it seems like you’re with a man. I addressed this in a post that disappeared. But you notice this as you get older.

Too many wives of my old high school friends gained weight and cut off all their hair. They now look like drag queens. They’re so masculinized that you’d never guess what they looked like in college.

While marrying a thin woman doesn’t prevent this happening, it makes it a better bet than exchanging vows with a female who is already porking out.

Like I wrote above, when I was a stripling teenlord I wouldn’t notice any girl who had even an exxxtra half pound of fat on her. It was the slimmest babes who grew my meat flue. As I got older, I still was disgusted by fat chicks, but a pound or two in the right places no longer offended my senses with the same intensity. I think that DoBA’s theory is right, we (White) men are programmed to prefer especially skinny chicks when screening for an LTR girlfriend or wife because it’s insurance against them getting too fat when older.

This theory — Skinny Chick Insurance — is related to the concept of women’s “residual reproductive value” (you down with RRV?), which has been discussed at CH. In sum, men prefer younger-than-prime-fertility women and thinner-than-normal-weight-according-to-the-1950-MetLife-weight-tables women because those women give men access to their total fertility window and to the longest time they are at a sexy skinny weight. If a man invests in a woman, he wants that beauty rolling off the lot brand new and the interior smelling like patent virgin leather.

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The Universal Symbol Of The Modern Western Woman

Courtesy of da gbfm, this symbol says it all about the corrupted ego of the modern Western woman (and the thirsty beta males that enable her downward solipsism spiral).

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Idle Thought Of The Day

Is the social media “Like” button the most insidious force in the West today? Discuss.

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Our Shared Single White Woman Problem

An over-muscled, low E, boy-hipped, steroidal androgynous butterface who was a BernieHo and “resisted” Trump, got really mad on the day Trump fired Comey and rashly decided to snail mail copies of NSA classified information to a reporter, who promptly called the NSA to verify the docs were authentic, after which the FBI came a-knockin’ for our hicklib heroine. And now the dumb dickclit is meme material for /pol/ sadists.

The 25-year-old woman who stole “Top Secret” documents from the National Security Agency and leaked them to The Intercept appears to be a supporter of Bernie Sanders and other progressive icons, such as Bill Maher and Michael Moore.

Reality Leigh Winner’s

“Reality Winner”. Her hippie parents really took those “fake it till you make it” and “assume the sale” maxims to heart when they named her.

apparent social media footprint also shows that she is a supporter of other liberal causes, including the Women’s March and the Islamic Society of North America, the Muslim civil rights group.

She also recently referred to President Trump as a “piece of shit” because of his position on the Dakota Access Pipeline (DAPL) protests.

Let’s have a look at Mz Fantasy Loser’s sexually ambiguous libdyke physiognomy:

Waste-to-hipless ratio: 1488.7

The fucking traps and delts on this biological experiment gone awry would be the envy of Scalzi’s Megawife. And of course Reality Neigh Winner was into cupping. Every airy-fairy swpl drone fad ticked off on her atomized soul-search for meaning.

Some more bio on Reality W(ien)ner:

White House leaker "Reality Leigh Winner": Jewish, Bernie Supporter, supports Muslims, Women's Marchhttps://t.co/uOQC3ntaBR pic.twitter.com/AKBFI3xafP

— St. Frexit (@SlFrexit) June 5, 2017

I was planning to sub-head this post “and our acutely shared single jewish woman problem”, but I thought that would be too on the nose. Instead, I’ll request the services of an enterprising meme-lord to ‘shop the tanktop she’s wearing in this photo to read “EVERY DAMN TIME”:

Here’s a reality that should shake Reality “Being White is terrorism” Winner’s self-conception to the core: The modern post-patriarchy post-shame post-truth and post-beauty America corrupts single White women, totally and utterly, turning them from fresh-faced young feminine women into tatted and injected masculinized freak ogresses recklessly subverting every value and tradition that provided the foundation for the rise of America to a nation the envy of the world. Thanks, ladies! For proof, check these before and after shots of Reality Nay Winner:

Before the influence of Femcunt Unreality:

After the influence of Femcunt Unreality:

A tragic fall from grace.
From innocence to cynicism.
From feminine to unfeminine.
From love to self-hate.

I’ve written about this stuff before, and it always bears repeating because it so thoroughly exposes the craven psychological motivation of the modren Leftoid Fuggernaut. The Left is the outpost of SMV oddballs who want vengeance on the beautiful people and their beautiful nations. The gnarled, ugly anti-White leftoid ideology is a siren song to the degenerate freak mafia, to the has-beens and never-was’s, to the nerdos and tomboys and manlets and manginas and uptalkers and poindexters and fatties and emotionally deformed and mentally ill and spiritually spent and bodily bent and every bitter loser with a hard-on for powerlessness who seethed far too long with envy for his or her betters instead of doing what it took to improve themselves in accordance with the immutable laws of aesthetic and humanistic truth as set forth in evolutionary scripture by the God of Biomechanics.

The Equalist Left is a repository of rejects, and the Reality Lame Winners of the West are the circus sideshow soldierettes of the devolution into Lies and Ugliness, where they believe, at last, they will feel welcome, loved, and accepted in the bosom of their Ugly Lying creation. But they will only feel miserable, and misery will be their company, forever.

Speaking of souldead single White women, here’s a pic of the White Brit spinster who married one of the London Bridge dirtbag terrorists and garnered him a green card for the duration:

Aiding and abetting the swarthiland immivasion of the West, a calling that is irresistible to our single White women! Once more…thanks, ladies!

Our shared single White woman problem is huge, and growing. Something must be done, and soon, before they destroy White nations with their toxic empathobesity and peripatetic pussies.

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Pro-White Hand Gestures Vs Anti-Goofball Female Id (it’s no contest)

I had to chuckle when I saw this photo in the CH combox (h/t a reader who shall remain anon):

The reader writes,

A liberal friend sent me this — ah ha! Racist hand-gestures!

I responded:

The funniest thing is Brittany Pettibone, who is very good looking as well somewhat articulate, cannot help but sit removed from the goofy guys with a mildly disgusted look on her face in a posture that is defending her lady-parts from the subpar sexual equipage of these dorks and signaling that none of these guys is her boyfriend.

One underlying psychological obstacle for those men who have lurid designs on the bodies, hearts and souls of alt-coquettes is, as commenter manwhoisthursday put it, the probable weirdness of chicks who conspicuously and publicly glom onto small insurgent political movements started by men, especially a movement that has as its central conceit a willingness to jettison female-friendly treacly and embrace the ugliest mantruths about humanity. I welcome the alliance of these thot little minxes, but their active participation is a red flag that the girl has, generously, a quirky personality and acts and thinks in ways that are unrepresentative for the female norm of behavior.

Because, and I suffer to say it, the single White woman norm of behavior in 2017 Weimerica is shitlib. Women are herd animals, and the herd has been stampeding in the shitlib direction for a long time now. So it’s sensible from the aspiring alt-cad’s POV to cast a wary eye at single White women who blatantly counter-signal the platitudes of the majority of their sex. If you want to take a crack at these outlier alt-chicks, I suggest you speak smoothly and carry a based stick.

To be fair to the alt-men in this photo, any mixed group social event that has one cute girl in the company of eight men is bound to elicit egg-guarding defensiveness and egg-gilding ego boostification in the outflanked and surrounded girl. BP’s closed body language and sit-offishness may therefore be less an indictment of the quality of the men at that table than a natural female instinct toward personal safety when the sex ratio is badly skewed.

If that’s the case, then one of these men needs to peel away from the sausage reich and coax BP into a mano-a-womano private location where her feminine power can more assertively flower. Godspeed, aspiring alt-womanizer, and remember that milk and OK hand signs may trigger shitlibs but only the Rude Word of Game can thaw a frosty thot.

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