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everybodylovesscott leaves a comment that allows me to segue to a new CH Maxim:

throw off the yoke, don’t get married and get a motorcycle. That would at least be a start.

Getting a motorcycle and hitting the gym can increase your SMV by 2 points in less than 6 months. Bike game is EASY. Chicks dig them. Don’t get a Harley; they’re for fat middle aged men (unless you are a fat middle aged man).

“But EBHS, Bikes are dangerous”

That’s what makes them attractive numbskull. Chicks dig guys willing to risk death for a bit of adrenaline.

CH Maxim #102: Nothing interesting would happen in a woman’s life if she didn’t have a man making it happen.

Make a woman’s life interesting, and she will reward you with the one interesting aspect of her that she has to offer………..

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her love.

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CH Maxim #34-24-36: The quality of a broad’s ass is directly proportional to the time it takes to realize her ass isn’t worth keeping.

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I don’t know any formerly slim women whose personalities and politics didn’t get worse the fatter they got. Every additional pound added to the American female obesity epidemic is a vote added for a shitlib candidate.

Which brings me to the CH Sexual Polarity-Revolutionary Momentum Positive Reinforcement Feedback Mechanism Maxim.

CH Maxim #45: If a revolutionary movement is strengthening, you’ll know it by the slimming figures and feminine demeanor of its women and by the muscular development and confident attitude of its men.

And, as I prophesied and CH Maxim #45 predicts, all the uglies, fatties, and androgynes are coalescing into a fetid force of Trump Derangement Syndrome, while the masculine White men and beautiful White women are aligning firmly and tetris-like in pro-Trump solidarity.

You simply cannot disavow the God of Biomechanics.

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Are you familiar with the sound of a rhetorical shiv piercing mangina hide and splintering id-bone? It sounds like this feeble defensive mewl from John Scalzi, the world’s most foremost beta male feminist emasculate.

Following a shock and maul CH campaign on both Twatter and at this ‘umble blog belittling the remnants of Scalzi’s manhood and everything he stands for, El Castrato finally cracked and Twat-streamed this effluvium of butthurt katzenjammer:

∑T = ∑E

That wedding photo is so very revealing. Megawife must’ve been ovulating on her wedding day, because she doesn’t want Scalzi’s supplicating seed anywhere near her eggs. I haven’t seen a “lean out” like that since Sheryl Sandberg’s husband set his treadmill speed to “the sweet relief of marital release”.

Naturally, I stuck the shiv once more in the undulating mass of Scalzi’s swolelessness.


Uxorious, adjective
– doting upon, foolishly fond of, or affectionately submissive toward one’s wife.

Scalzi is the Uxorious Male personified. His debased kind seem to be blossoming like dainty wildflowers all over Gaymerica, sending airborne tufts of estrogen to signal high T pollinators that their women are open to illicit dalliances.

The Uxorious Male is in reality a red flag of relationship disquiet. A man who ostentatiously and publicly bends the knee to his woman and considers it an act of sexual polarity-inverting rebellion against masculine norms instead of what it really is — a craven display of sycophantic shamelessness by an LSMV manchild — unintentionally announces to any spectators that his relationship or marriage is not what he wants it to seem.

Male uxoriousness, especially the variety that seeks a public platform, is a flamboyant concealment of relationship trouble. This trouble can take many forms:

  • the male feels an urge to cheat, and is ashamed of it
  • the woman is emotionally and sexually disconnecting from the relationship
  • both partners have checked out and are now in the business of keeping up (laughably try-hard) appearances
  • the male has experienced a sudden increase in financial or social status and subconsciously feels impelled to reassert his fidelity
  • the woman has experienced pleasing attention from other men and behaves in an emotionally distant way that triggers the male to uxorious mate guarding
  • the male is extremely low value relative to his woman and believes, mistakenly, that cloying displays of faithfulness and admiration will keep her as interested in him
  • both partners are sexually low value and each of them abides the uxorious male’s exaggerated show of fealty because it pumps their flagging egos

Dear girlfriends or wives reading at this outpost of outrageous truth,

DON’T TRUST A MAN WHO WANTONLY GLORIFIES YOU

He has an ulterior motive, is feeling guilty for something, or you can do better and he knows this (even if you don’t…yet).

CH Maxim 88: The fervor of a man’s public declarations of fidelity to his woman positively correlate with an increased risk of cheating by either the man or the woman.

Scalzi is not just a psychologically disfigured beta bitchboy; he’s also an anti-White virtue signaling whore. And as long as the Chateau stands in defiance of the Degenerate Freak Mafia, anti-White empty virtue whores like Scalzi will no longer be free to indulge their smarmy habit unopposed. It’s a new day.

More Scalzied chew-toy fun:

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CH Maxim #90: Bitterness surges in a sexual market that is fully liberated, producing a surplus of incel beta males and pump and dumped beta females.

Recall the CH definition of feminism: An ideology of ugly, mannish, and slutty women who want to remove all constraints on female sexuality while maximally restricting male sexuality.

The theoretical end product of such a feministed society is similar to what we see developing in the decadent West: Women sharing their late teens-late 20s prime pussies and hopeful hearts with a few top tier men, loads of beta males demoted to omega male involuntary celibacy, lots of mediocre-looking women “promoted” to the alpha male pumpndump discard pile, and in the waning years the sad resignation of late-in-life marriage between has-been sluts and never-was incels settling for a weak facsimile of passion over solitude.

The liberated sexual market is the embittered sexual market, for all but the few alpha males who have the cheat code to exploit the system to fulfill their male primary directive: casual sex and flings with enamored peak nubility women.

Everyone else suffers to a degree. Even HSMV (beautiful, chaste) women lose out. One, by competing with slutty women for the sexual attention of high value men. Two, by getting stuck with commitment offers from low value beta males, which accumulate rapidly as the Wall looms nearer.

Another consequence of the liberated sexual market: Male *and* female sociopathy is likely on the rise. A beta male mid-century opened the mate market to exploitation by sociopaths.

The answer to the Embittered Sexual Market is a return to Sexual Socialism, the driver of human civilization:

sexualsocialism

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Diversity + Proximity = War (by electoral means):

tribalelectorate

No worries. We keep being told by the pretty lie police that race and sex are social constructs, so by the transitive property of equality any election result that is determined by the votes of social constructs is itself a social construct. Which means Trump doesn’t have to concede in the event thecuntcrü rigs the election, because it’s impossible to concede to something that isn’t real.

The Founders had the right idea — only White men with a stake in the nation should be allowed to vote. The enfranchisement of nonWhites and women ever since has rapidly calcified the decline of America.

Interestingly, the shitlib mythology of a monolithic oppressive White power structure is blown up by these maps, where we can easily see that White people are the most ideologically diverse group in America. The groups that vote tribally are colored people (superfluous preposition removed).

The reason I didn’t break down the POC vote into various groups by gender, ethnicity, or education level is that no matter how I broke it down, it was always 100% blue.

Heh.

ps Not entirely unrelated to this post’s subject, a big reason the Verbal Class is getting outgunned in social media is because they are deficient in visual-based mediums that emphasize the transmission of gut-punch memes and neutralize the sophist’s advantage of beguiling foes with an avalanche of wordy evasiveness.

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VIP Chateau guest Matt King takes a moment from his appointed role as the Court Contrarian to deliver a sincere compliment to yours truly, the Sultan of Shiv, (and to make an insightful point in the meantime). I would be honored if he places his COTW trophy next to his replica Pietá.

Let’s take a second here during a game post to congratulate CH for the victory in the general culture we are all now experiencing. The election (win or lose) is a symptom of that victory, not its cause. The essential triumph has already begun, and there is no possible way to snuff it out now.

The reason CH uses a pen name is testimony to the unexpectedness of the victory. I have been generally optimistic that the culture would have to gradually turn back to men if it were to survive, but we all must admit to being astonished at the rapidity with which the entire milieu has changed.

Trump’s candid discussion with Billy Bush about women’s behavior around alpha males is the equivalent of a 2006 CH blog post. But instead of being distributed by a pseudonymous author like samizdat from a secret chateau, it was said by the next president of the United States — who will be the next president in very large part because he applied that “crimson” knowledge to politics.

Politics is downstream from culture, and we collectively anticipated the revolution down here in the online ghetto, we applied it to our lives, and now it is operable in the culture. Many understood the essential insight — that boys will always be boys, even if they are made illegal, and women will illegally love them for it — but CH gets credit for understanding its connection to power in general. Hence, his gradual transformation away from pick-up basics, which can be summarized and transmitted quickly, to the arena of power, which has an unlimited number of applications.

It may be time to drop the anonymity. Not all at once in a useless, grandiose, and still suicidal gesture. But with this culture shift, one may want to slowly begin knitting back together one’s split identities and become less shy about possible exposure (cf. Mike Cernovich, formerly “Danger&Play”; cf. the resurrection of Ricky Vaughn). They can’t snuff us out without a trace now that Trump has “taken the slings and arrows” on our behalf. (See his pivotal speech today in Florida, it belongs in the history books.) The paper tiger of the left has been exposed. They cannot intimidate or credibly threaten us anymore.

Each man’s mileage may vary, depending on what “lives, fortunes, and sacred honor” are individually at stake. But Trump had more to lose than perhaps any of us, and he pushed it all to the center of the table, showing us the way it will be done in the second revolutionary era.

We return to and participate in this site — despite the almost insufferable technical difficulties — because here and only here was the essential insight developed and maintained and ultimately applied to the world beyond the author’s original mandate, many years before the greater culture caught on. Now the rest of the West is beginning to thrill to the dark wisdom, and now is our moment.

Matt

If anyone can appreciate some florid prose, it’s I. So here I go…….. *PREEN*

Ironically, it’s the dark wisdom that will bring light back to the West. Now I don’t want to say I knew it all along….but I knew it all along.

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COTW second prize (a set of steak knives) goes to hard9bf for providing a moment of sardonic clarity.

Women never lie about rape or sexual assault. NEVER. And even if they do lie and even if the gaystream media report the lies as truth, that’s okay because it points to a deeper truth that men, particularly White men, need to worship and prostrate themselves before womyn at every turn and ask permission before kissing them, touching them, or even looking at them.

What we are witnessing unfold in real time in the West, and especially in America, is the efflorescence of the Feminist Dystopia, wherein enfeebled effete males jockey for power in the way that women gossip for social status, where disloyalty and backstabbing are rites of passage and courage and honor are ridiculed as the false virtues of the benighted classes.

The Feminist Dystopia is, in the long run, incompatible with civilization, because the lifeblood of civilization is masculinity, and all the manly virtues that entails. An emasculated civilization is not long for this world, as it will fall quickly to any invasive force not yet evolved to appreciate the subtle empowerment that comes from putting one’s balls on the chopping block. “Please chop.”

Before masculinity returns with a vengeance, there will be a nadir of societal effluvium the feminized nation must crawl on its belly through to reach the open air; it will be a clown world time when only weak men, employing the rhetorical weapons favored by traitors, cucks, cat ladies and subversives, spitefully cling to power. But the Relinquishment is coming.

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Hitfan gets a COTW honorable mention for bringing Le Chateau back to where it all started.

Speaking of negs.

I once unwittingly negged an HB9 after having fornicated with her. She was quite versatile in the manner of all sorts of sexual positions and the like, trying hard to impress.

After our session I said rather flippantly “You’re quite the sexual athlete, aren’t you?” and she seemed rather hurt by what I said. And to clarify, I didn’t really intend it to be as a neg (I guess she took it as one) but my subconscious must have conjured up the heartbreaking shiv. She was basically a party girl coming off the carousel looking to settle down (I looked like a good bet), so my words cut quite deeply.

She was quite cold though and you needed the heart of a true sociopath to get her to feign any long term interest in you. Was tired of playing the game, started acting my regular self and soft nexted her for a nicer girl.

You may tire of the Game, but the Game will never tire of you. Thecunt will soon learn that lesson because her foe understands it all too well.

PS That neg is pretty good. Slut insinuation is MASS WEIGHT GAINER rationalization hamster feed to women, (like loser insinuation is to men), so it’s only effective if the insinuation is as sly and plausibly unintentional as possible.

CH Maxim #48: The best negs are both plausibly deniable and strike at the chewy moist center of a woman’s self-conception.

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Missed one superb comment by Truth-hammer, which I’ll grandfather in as a COTW future winner.

As a lowly no-wealth, no name nobody in fly-over country, but a nobody who took the red-pill and has become a keen observer, I would put forth that Donald Trump has become the Pale Rider. The skypes believed that they finally had a lock on history. They thought that they had achieved their goal. Like Simon Bar Sinister they would rule the world. They had control over the entire Narrative (Hollywood, television, radio, newsprint, publishing, advertising, pop culture) and all of the institutions (banking, finance, gov’t, politics etc…) They had a presidential candidate who would be their “drawer of water and hewer of wood” and who would cater to their every whim. But then along came a big, brash, arrogant goy. One who made his bones in skype central (Manhattan) but who did so in a big, loud, brash, unapologetic manner unlike the skypes’ shadowy and under-handed manner. He made it his way. The skypes never accepted Donald Trump and probably never thought that this buffoonish reality TV star would throw his hat into the ring and dash all of their dastardly plans. It is funny how he made the skypes hundreds of millions of dollars when he had his show and now they are trying to destroy him. We now have a presidential candidate who is unashamedly American. He has shown up our half-google President Obtusema as the epitome of Affirmative Action and our supposedly watch-dog media as dog food. There is one thing the skypes got right. Donald Trump’s presidential run has been the best reality show evah. All Hail the God Emperor Trumpus Maximus! Cometh the hour, cometh the man!

This was poetry. (i swear that’s not a tear, it’s a bead of eye sweat!) The Trumpening is summoning passion and art from his flock.

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