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There is a reinforcing FEEDback loop that connects fatness, ugliness, shitlib views, and premature impact with the Wall, and is especially pronounced in the female of the species.

For a real life example, look what’s happened to Taylor Swift, once a chan-repurposed Aryan icon now turned schoolmarmish shitlib pussyhatter:

These before and after shots are NOT ‘SHOPPED.

Tay Tay got tub tub.

That first set of pics is particularly tragic. She’s one tray tray of donuts and box wine away from looking like pre-gastric sleeve Mama June:

Doesn’t Weigh Weigh have an Instawhore account of her cat? UH OH

They say the bloom on the Southern Belle Rose doesn’t last long, but fer crikey’s sake, Swift is swiftly nearing Wall impact at the ripe age of 28!

It’s not a cohencidence that Taylor Swift publicly came out as a cat-carrying member of Pussyhat, Inc at the point in her life when she’s bloated up and the Wall has risen into view. The rose is wilted; the screechy shrew is germinated. It’s nothing but White man-hating spite from here on out. Taking bets on Swift’s first mudshark paparazzi shot.

She’ll need to be retired as a frogtwatter secret-soopremacist Nordi-Alpine icon.

The ugly truth is that she’s an express line rider of the cock carousel. There are no innocent virginal women left in America, but the extremely homely who had no choice. How many boys have graced her song lyrics? None of them were good enough for her, or she wasn’t good enough for them. Solution: Carbs, cats, and cuntery.

The lifestyle is finally taking its tribute in the form of her sanity, like it does for most famous women. She is “anti-Kavanaugh” now and hitting the campaign trail for the Dem in TN’s midterm race. Her assimilation into the celebutard borg is complete (as is her retirement from peak nubility). Another White woman lost to The Fuggernaut. Sad!

Lesson: White women get married off before 25, or they instantly become hags for hillary.

Same goes for the trough. White women push away from the table, or they become hogs for hillary.

What’s not sad: Trump’s nuclear neg!

Trump tells us upon arriving back at the White House he likes Taylor Swift’s music but maybe about “25 percent” less now that she has endorsed Bredesen

We are blessed to have this man as our President. Trump is a Master of Game. I like this response, it’s very clever. It operates like a neg: you don’t want to come right out and insult a (former) hottie, because she’ll know you’re bitter, butthurt and try-hard. But if you say you still like the hottie “but just 25% less”, that’s a dig that reflects on her rather than on you.

Trump is smart, especially street smart. Lefties know this, but won’t ever admit it, so they prefer to go crazy denying the obvious.

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Spot the signs of dystopia in the above wedding photos. (zoomable link)

  1. Where’s the groom? Oh right, he’s hiding behind the attention whore bride. A mere afterthought.
  2. The bride is racially ambiguous and kind of a slut (you can almost see her panties in the bottom pic…she doesn’t care if her dress flies up (in fact, that’s the goal)), not to mention a world class camera hog.
  3. Everyone is probably drunk on wine and double IPAs.
  4. Lotta fatties, men and women. I spot one bangably thin girl (she also gets the most air in the photos, haha). One of the fatties in the back can’t even get off the ground.
  5. The men have hops guts and soyfaces. The two thin men loudly ping my gaydar.
  6. The groom himself looks to be bi-swishual. Beardgroom alert.
  7. All the men have gloryhole face and soft, plump cheeks suitable for storing cocks for the winter.
  8. And finally, the crowning omen: the black chick on the far left doing her best Serena Williams bodybuilding pose impression. In the second pic, she looks like she’s uppercutting the White chick. The first pic is pure lulz. That grimace:

Goodbye, America? Ha, we’re past that. It’s Please Come Back, America now. What we need more than ever is Turn Back The Clock, America. Or, Bust The Clock and Build A New One, America.

I’ve found that wedding photos analyzed over time provide a window into a nation’s character, revealing which way the culture drifts. 2018 wedding photos (or in this case, a 2013 photo) are the equivalent of peering into the abyss; the dystopia gazes back, gleefully, unapologetically.

it’s a nice day to shame yourself
it’s a nice day for a blight wedding
it’s a nice day to shame yourself, ow!

The emailer who sent the photos provides context:

This picture was posted to Reddit today, front page. The OP posted it with this title: “5 years ago, I was told I single handily ruined a some wedding photos. I think I made them better.. I’m the one on the far left.” I’ve gotta say, all the dudes look pretty effeminate? The only one who looks out of place in this picture is the black girl, and she looks the most masculine here. I’m guessing all the dudes are holding the flowers because the girls needed their hands free to control their dresses during the jump? (If it was me, I would have left the flowers on the ground, hell, I’m not sure I’d do much more than the black girl). Even the groom looks fairly effeminate. Digital cameras have created this jump picture trend (pre-digital cameras you wouldn’t be bothered wasting precious physical film to get a dumb jump picture). And sure, celebrities are right in saying that a picture is just a moment in time and you can capture a ridiculous celebrity facial anytime of the day, something which doesn’t convey the actual emotions of the person, but these men are actively and knowingly setting themselves up to be captured like this. This is a far far cry from Trump’s jump picture. Just look and be wowed: http://i.imgur.com/a3myhio.jpg – hands in pockets, looking away from the camera, not too amused (mouth closed too, heh, although it looks like he is mid-speech), open crotch pose. To be honest, considering this was taken during the days of physical film, I doubt Trump was even expecting this picture to be snapped. It looks like someone dared him to jump, or he is making a joke about cheerleaders perhaps – his lips seem to indicate he is talking.

It’s one thing to be caught unwittingly making a weird face by a quick draw snapshotter; it’s quite another to act like an effete slop of soy (over and over) for all the takes a wedding photographer requires to get that just-right pic. Former: momentary shame. Latter: lifelong shamelessness.

As the Trump pic proves, jump shots aren’t necessarily ghey (though they usually are). A stone cold ladyslayer like Trump could make any stupid pose look alpha. But, for most men (and lanklets) the pom pom photo is yet another opportunity in the path of their lives to memorialize their screamingly womanish and callow characters. Compare and contrast:

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A fatty blubbers — what else is new? — that she can’t find any vintage clothes in her zaftig size. (Early-mid 20th Century textile manufacturers hadn’t yet perfected the process of stitching tarps into dresses)

Why It’s So Hard to Find Plus-Size Vintage

Being over a size 12 isn’t new, so why is finding plus-size clothing from the past so impossible?

That’s where our special feeds fatty is wrong. As a demographically significant percentage of the total population (and of the share of customers for the vintage clothing market), being over size 12 *is* historically new. The obesity rate of early 20th Century children was near zero; likely the adult obesity rate wasn’t much higher. Obesity and overweight rates didn’t explode (heh) until 1980.

A size 12 dress on an average-height American woman roughly corresponds to a BMI of 27 — which is overweight according to CDC charts. Note that dress sizes have been inflated (heh) to accommodate the bulbously shielded yet still fragile egos of the rolling tide of fatties shambling into clothing stores and mashing keyboards at online retailers.

So to answer the question sloshing around our fatty’s gullet, she can’t find size 12+ vintage clothes because there weren’t very many vintage fat chicks. Take the Shed Pill, fatty!

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What’s next, Fat Imperative?

This is always the trajectory of leftoid equalism. It never stops at begrudging tolerance of the ugly, disfigured, and demented. The Fuggernaut uses tolerance as a springboard for more demands which upend the cosmic order. What is tolerated becomes accepted. What is accepted becomes celebrated. What is celebrated becomes intolerance of its opposite. Until, finally, what is intolerance of its opposite — Truth&Beauty — becomes a demand for Lies and Ugliness to be the new standard of normalcy and definition of virtue.

AKA Harrison Bergeron (<– we are here)

The fix for this broken code in human nature is obvious: never allow “tolerance” to gain a foothold.

A healthy, life-sustaining dose of intolerance for grotesqueries is an ounce of prevention that will prevent a pound of Civil War 2 cure.

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OT Scintillating CH thought of the day: Shitlibs need to reacquaint themselves with that classic childhood taunt “you smelled it you dealt it”, because every time a shitlib hears a “racist” dog whistle they are unintentionally revealing how often they’ve had those same racist feelings.

In fact, what I’d love to see is the growing and massing shitlord army of Trump acolytes replying “you smelt it you dealt it” whenever a shitlib starts shrieking about le 56% racism.

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Sex skews can have profound impacts on sexual market behavior. The scarcer sex gets to dictate the terms of engagement. Generally, more women than men means more cads and tramps, fewer dads and damsels. While more men than women means this:

Western societies, particularly in America, have currently operative sexual markets which strongly indicate sex skews that favor women: dull-looking egomaniacal attention whores holding out for apex alphas. Western Men are noticing. From farmlegend,

CH: “But the hourglass-shaped, slender, feminine woman is a vanishing breed, and fat chicks are so disgusting that men will bang a strident, chisel-jawed, hipless careercunt with 3% body fat because the alternative — spelunking neck deep into the smegma swamp of a quintuple-folded labia-rinth — is so ghastly.”

Couple things –
In my day, “curvy” meant Sophia Loren, Racquel Welch. In 2018 America, any overfed warpig with a beer gut, flabby batwings and pendulous tits can proudly call herself “curvy” and no one bats an eye.

Another thing about the America of my yute – a plain-faced, hipless, titless gal was practically invisible in the SMP, and would have considered herself fortunate to snag a dull, hardworking average dude for marriage and babymaking. The obesity epidemic has radically transformed the social value of these types of women, and they can and do get away with behaving like entitled queens near the apex of the pyramid. I personally know of a few women in my orbit of acquaintances that fit this description, and the amount of attention they get from the ravenous horde of thirsty men is unreal – they get approached all the damned time, shit test and flake like it’s goin’ out of style, and sneer at the effrontery of men that show her interest who aren’t 6’3” and studly.

I’ve written about this topic before: female obesity has a huge impact on the practicable sexual market:

there is another, MASSIVE factor at work skewing the sexual market, and one that, just as unsurprisingly, gets almost no attention from the PC-soaked punditariat: female obesity.

Imagine you are an unmarried working class dude recently unemployed. You look around you and marvel at a sea of grotesquely misshapen fat women, rolls upon rolls of undulating flesh hiding stores of cheesy poofs, porky hellion spawn trailing their wakes, chins resting atop chins, bloated diabetic cankles stomping the Walmartian grounds like lumbering elephants. In some towns, close to 40% of the available single women are clinically OBESE.

This is obesity folks, not just overweight. Overweight women are physically repulsive, but obesity renders them monstrous. To clarify this assertion for the modern indoctrinated female reader: an obese woman is as sexually undesirable to men as a jobless, charmless, humorless, enfeebled, dull man is sexually undesirable to women.

So back to our realistic scenario: Our typical unmarried working class man surveys his cellulite-blasted kingdom (and it does not matter how fat he, himself, is, for fat men and thin men alike prefer the exquisite sight of slender female bodies), and he makes a quick hindbrain calculation. Does he bust his ass in a crappy service sector job doing women’s work for a shot at legally bound long-term commitment to a shuffling shoggoth dragging the bastard spawn of a hundred alpha males in tow, or does he say “fuck it” and turn to video games and porn featuring hot, thin chicks for his status and dopamine fix?

Sex skew doesn’t necessarily have to be purely birth-ratio numerical in character; a functional sex skew can exist anywhere the BANGABLE population of one sex outnumbers the bangable population of the other sex. Given the inherent nature of the sexes — expensive eggs, cheap sperm, female perishability, male expendability — there will under normal circumstances and in most places and times be fewer bangable women than bangable men, but additional, novel factors can push that ingrained female-favored skew closer or further from favoring women.

Gross, boundless obesity — an evolutionary novel factor if ever there was one — negatively affects female bangability more than it does male bangability, so a high rate of female obesity would in practice reduce further the number of bangable women available to men, creating a “dads and damsels” sexual market of fewer women and more men that mirrors a numerically shifted sexual market in which male live births greatly outnumbered female live births. The tilted playing field would tilt even more against men, from all the fat women standing at one end of it.

In short, widespread (heh) female obesity means women can call the shots, and the less-fat the woman, the more shots she can call and the louder and more obnoxious her calls. Sex-skewing obesity has a downstream effect on the sexual market that influences the decision-making process of every woman, slender and larded alike, so that even the plain janes and the bangable-by-black-man-standards chubsters strut and preen like the past HB8s of a better, thinner America. Meanwhile, a present day HB8 has so many options and love-parched lickspittles fanning her with online flattery that she leverages her power to convince an alpha male to accept exclusivity and nagging before he’s ready (if she’s forward-thinking), or she squanders her prime lubricity years on the cock carousel laboring under the well-fed delusion that she has all the time in the world and a limitless, uninterrupted menu of alpha males eager to save a ho and pay through the nose for the privilege of it.

The picture is complicated (for the worse) by the fact that “dads and damsels” aren’t the sole manifestations of a female obesity-skewed sex market that favors women. Scarce slender pussy can just as easily mean more men dropping out of the dating market rather than “dadding up”, especially if conditions in the dating field are such that actively or attitudinally chaste, pleasantly feminine damsels remain in short supply, which as anyone looking at Current Year Cuntery can readily ascertain they are. And “dropping out” becomes a lot more tolerable to men if they have the horniness release valve of hardcore online porn, to be supplemented (very soon) with lifelike HB10 sexbots.

None of this state of affairs, btw, is conducive to maintaining, let alone building, civilization. But we won’t learn this lesson until it’s too late. It is required.

Solve the female obesity pandemic and you solve countless associated ailments suppressing the innate greatness of European Christendom.

LOSE A FUPA, SAVE OUR FUTURE
GOODBYE MUFFINTOP, AMERICA’S BACK ON TOP

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How badly do men want slender babes? farmlegend writes,

“A lot of men I know are attracted to the super-skinny girls with boy bodies and it’s kind of sickening, tbh.”

Again, it has to do with the obesity epidemic, which has rendered most of the non-prepubescent-boy-figured women to being unfuckable landwhales. Manjawed hipless women have become damn near the only game in town in my town.

Yes I think farmlegend gets at the truth of it. Nonblack men are repulsed by fat women, and will do anything to avoid bedding down with a fatty, even if that means the only non-fatty options are skinny boy-hipped androgynes.

Men aren’t attracted to skinnyfat tubes. But the hourglass-shaped, slender, feminine woman is a vanishing breed, and fat chicks are so disgusting that men will bang a strident, chisel-jawed, hipless careercunt with 3% body fat because the alternative — spelunking neck deep into the smegma swamp of a quintuple-folded labia-rinth — is so ghastly.

There is no end to the ways the obesity crisis uglifies society. Slenderizing our women should be a national intervention.

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A fat tax has been seriously discussed on various platforms for years, usually supported by the premise that fat craps cost society a lot of money in higher health insurance premiums, mitigation overhead, and the daily annoyances of dealing with fatties in public spaces, making room for them, avoiding their stank, and spending mental energy looking away from their disgusting blobbiness while trying to suppress the retch reflex.

A well-meaning but nutritionally misguided fat tax (which taxed foods high in saturated fat) was even tried in Denmark, with positive results (the tax was later scrapped due to open borders…not kidding).

But what if I were to tell you that a Fat Chick Tax makes a lot more sense than a sex-blind generic fat tax? Tucked into a great post on macro-sexonomics (which reads a lot like Heartiste posts) from the blogger who calls himself Giovanni Dannato, the justification behind the Fat Chick Tax:

When most men rarely see higher than a 6.5 in public who isn’t flagrantly anti-social, their morale and motivation is sapped and the scale of sexual market value is drastically distorted in favor of those obese and plain women who stay behind.

While men will always get thirsty enough to settle for whatever they can find, they aren’t as willing to sacrifice as they would be if access to potential mates were more equitable. Once the girls they could approach are repulsive enough compared to anime porn, enthusiasm for the chase goes into a downward spiral.

For every low-status nerd who is willing to date a fat woman, there is another who ends up a celibate omega. This creates millions of bare branches with no roots or prospects in the social order, a state of affairs which makes steadily increasing agitation against the establishment inevitable.

Even those men who still succeed with women know they could be doing a lot better.  Without any real status or bargaining leverage they are struggling with long term relationships and family formation.  They have no more stake in the present state of affairs than do incels.

Just as illegal immigration and offshoring push down wages for everyone, most men see their sexual market payoff reduced by relentless demand inflation.
To put it in perspective, we all know how an influx of millions of pretty young women would be received by the matriarchy.

The overwhelming thirst caused by the hyper-inflationary collapse of the sexual market has played a significant role in the death of civic life. […] Clearly, a society that wants to persist under modern conditions must acknowledge the importance of balancing the sexual market for the sake of cohesion and stability. […]

A main point here is when we objectively rate beauty in a new inegalitarian age we can incorporate it into policy. A special tax on obese women for instance would tacitly acknowledge they are reneging on their side of the social contract by depriving society of the beauty that motivates male participation and helps sustain a workable balance of power between the sexes.

Similar penalties might apply to disfigurative piercings or tattoos.

Congregating in a few neighborhoods in a few cities could be dis-incentivized by removing feminist laws that make it easier for women to get nice white collar jobs they can’t get fired from and imposing special taxes on certain places of residence for single females.

These kinds of measures would obviously trigger massive female opposition, but if women as a whole tried living within a stable balance of power rather than an extractive matriarchy, they might actually like it.

The modren post-America sexual market is horribly skewed against men and their interests, and this as noted is a recipe for revolution. Giovanni is essentially recapitulating the same themes CH touched upon in posts like “Obesity to blame for Game“…

Game has been refined, taught and embraced by men in direct proportion to the shrinking pool of attractive thin girls. As the reduced supply of skinny chicks have seen their sexual market value skyrocket, they have adjusted by pricing their pussy out of reach for the average guy. In return, men have sought solutions to this new challenge in the rapidly advancing science of seduction. Where simple courtship worked in the past, it is no longer effective against the deep bunker defenses of the in-demand slender woman.

There has always been an evolutionary arms race between men and women in the quest for sex but now, for the first time in human history, the sheer numbers of fat chicks — in concert with the increase of financially independent women — is accelerating this arms race so fast that many people can’t cope and drop out. The tools of seduction for men become better by the day and the women counter with more impenetrable defenses. The tension is palpable. The whining and bitching is cacophonic. Distrust and dating blogs are at record highs.

If just 20% of fat chicks lost weight relations between the sexes would start to noticeably improve. And there would be more happiness in the world, because a skinny girl with hunger pangs is happier than a fat girl with a sheepdog and peanut butter.

…and in posts like “Game. obesity, and men dropping out“:

In short, no sociological theory into sex, marriage and family trends is complete without a long, hard look at female hypergamy, the one biomechanical force to rule them all, and its intersection with economic realities. The science is out there; when women become financially empowered, they begin to choose men based on criteria other than their ability to provide.

But that’s not all that Murray, et al are missing. I’m here to tell Murray and others perusing his findings that there is another, MASSIVE factor at work skewing the sexual market, and one that, just as unsurprisingly, gets almost no attention from the PC-soaked punditariat: female obesity.

Imagine you are an unmarried working class dude recently unemployed. You look around you and marvel at a sea of grotesquely misshapen fat women, rolls upon rolls of undulating flesh hiding stores of cheesy poofs, porky hellion spawn trailing their wakes, chins resting atop chins, bloated diabetic cankles stomping the Walmartian grounds like lumbering elephants. In some towns, close to 40% of the available single women are clinically OBESE.

This is obesity folks, not just overweight. Overweight women are physically repulsive, but obesity renders them monstrous. To clarify this assertion for the modern indoctrinated female reader: an obese woman is as sexually undesirable to men as a jobless, charmless, humorless, enfeebled, dull man is sexually undesirable to women.

So back to our realistic scenario: Our typical unmarried working class man surveys his cellulite-blasted kingdom (and it does not matter how fat he, himself, is, for fat men and thin men alike prefer the exquisite sight of slender female bodies), and he makes a quick hindbrain calculation. Does he bust his ass in a crappy service sector job doing women’s work for a shot at legally bound long-term commitment to a shuffling shoggoth dragging the bastard spawn of a hundred alpha males in tow, or does he say “fuck it” and turn to video games and porn featuring hot, thin chicks for his status and dopamine fix?

You see where this is heading. It’s entirely reasonable, and expected, that a lot of men would drop out of the intensified competition for the few remaining childless slender babes in a world full of fat asses, single moms, and fat assed single moms. And even among the small contingent of sexually appealing women, they make enough in government and HR paychecks to cover expenses plus gifts for their Skittles Men. What working stiff beta provider can compete on those terms?

A Fat Chick Tax would go a long way to bringing balance back to the force — bringing Truth & Beauty to a swellscape scarred by Lies & Ugliness — and in so doing return to White Men, the creators and maintainers of civilization, the motivation to keep sacrificing for the Good.

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