The Day The Snowflakes Cried

This is an entertaining and topical remix of an old classic.

Artist: CHAD Prather.

The Chad Alliance is real.

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Stayin’ All White

Well, you can tell by the way my celtic cross
Is a white beacon: makes shitlibs balk
White man proud and women crowd, I’ve been demonized
Since I was born
And now it’s all White, it’s okay
The browns may finally go away
We can try to understand
The New York Times’ effect on man

Whether you’re a brother or whether you’re a mother
You’re stayin’ all White, stayin’ all White
Feel the nation breakin’ and everybody shakin’
And we’re stayin’ all White, stayin’ all White
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin’ all White, stayin’ all White
Wow, just, wow, wow, stayin’ all White

Well now, I get woke and cucks will cry
And if libs are triggered, I really smile
Got the genes of Odin in my soul
I’m a Bronze Age man and my heart is swole
You know it’s all White, it’s okay
The White race will survive this day
We can try to interpret
The Bezos shills’ effect on kek

Whether you’re a nazi or whether you’re a pepe
You’re stayin’ all White, stayin’ all White
Feel the nation breakin’ and everybody quakin’
And we’re stayin’ all White, stayin’ all White
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin’ all White, stayin’ all White
El, oh, el, oh, stayin’ all White

Strife goin’ nowhere
Diversity bleeds
Diversity bleeds
yeah

Strife goin’ nowhere
Until we’re all White
again….
Stayin’ all White

Well, you can tell by the way my max deadlift
Is a call to arms: weak manlets miffed
White and proud and girls aroused, my homelands are
a precious gift
And now it’s all White, it’s okay
(((Echoes))) kvetch the night and day
We can try to understand
The anti-Christ is Davos man

Whether you’re a SWPL or whether you’re a shitlord
You’re stayin’ all White, stayin’ all White
Feel the nation breakin’ and everybody shakin’
And we’re stayin’ all White, stayin’ all White
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin’ all White, stayin’ all White
I, can’t, e-ven, stayin’ all White

Strife goin’ nowhere
Diversity bleeds
Diversity bleeds
yeah

Strife goin’ nowhere
Until we’re all White
again….
Stayin’ all White

In times of great anti-White lies, it’s coolasfuck to be assertively, unapologetically White.

Women want you, men want to be you.

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Dust In The Womb

This is what happens to childless women when they get old and their wombs turn to dust.

WAKE UP & JOIN THE RESISTANCE. ONCE THE MILITARY IS W US FASCISTS GET OVERTHROWN. MAD KING & HIS HANDLERS GO BYE BYE❤❤❤❤ https://t.co/Y2WZbL012A

— Sarah Silverman (@SarahKSilverman) February 2, 2017

A song is in order to pay tribute to Sarah Silverman’s call for a military coup. Sing along, why don’t you!

Dust in the Womb

(first stanza courtesy of Twatter contributor @DrGarnicus)

I froze my eggs only for a moment, and the moment’s gone
All my queefs pass before my thighs, a curiosity

Dust in the womb, all my eggs are dust in the womb

Same old womb, just a drop of semen and dead ovaries
All you screw finds no fertile ground, except a wizard sleeve

Dust in the womb, all eggs gone to dust in the womb

Now, don’t bang on, cats cannot recover a womb left to die
Eggs slip away, and all your crying won’t a single child buy

Dust in the womb, all you are is dust in the womb (all you are is dust in the womb)
Dust in the womb (every skank has dust for a womb), infertility of the womb (dead womb)

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From A Time When Women Knew The Score (Or Men Were Less Beta)

Reader Mister Bicks digs up a very old tune (originally written in 1917!) with a message that’s more honest than you’ll hear from any singer today.

Thinking about your assertion that looks aren’t as important as charisma (for lack of a better word at the moment), I think of a great song The Andrews Sisters called “Oh Johnny” (written in 1917). Please read the lyrics, noting especially that in the song, even though Johnny is NOT handsome, the girl wonders why she is so infatuated with him. Well, it’s because he’s “very very bad” and he knows about love.

People back then knew well what we try to avoid today.

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Oh, Johnny! Oh, Johnny!
How you can love
Oh, Johnny! Oh, Johnny!
Heavens above
You make my sad heart jump with joy
And when you’re near I just can’t sit still a minute
I’m so, Oh, Johnny! Oh, Johnny!
Please tell me dear
What makes me love you so?
You’re not handsome, it’s true
But when I look at you
I just, Oh, Johnny!
Oh, Johnny! Oh!
Da-da-da

All the girls are crazy for a certain little lad
Although he’s very very bad
He could be oh so good if he wanted to
Bad or good he understood about love & other things
For every girl in town followed him around
Just to hold his hand & sing

Americans, and women in particular, from a century ago were a lot more aware of, or at least a lot less antagonistic towards, ugly truths about the sexes and romance. It seems as if there was this pre-post-America age when Realtalk™ wasn’t a rebellious act of defiance but a normal, gentle undercurrent governing the flow of human society.

The explanation for this is multivariate, but I’ll stick to one that I believe is a major contributing factor that doesn’t involve an endless stream of propaganda by the gynocratic hivemind: American women were more “red pill” a long time ago because their contemporaneous American men were less beta. When men are alpha and in control of their nation’s public spaces and curators of their nation’s heritage, they’re giving women more of what women want (whether they’re consciously aware of it or not). Women in that kind of sexual market have daily reminders of how admirable and yes even sexy men can be, as opposed to Thee Current Year when American women are getting daily reminders of how contemptible, effeminate and anhedonic their men have become.

Women (and men) have forgotten about sex differences partly because the sexes have shed their dimorphic sexuality to conform to a unisex amorphous androgynous blob of mood-killing homoplasm. Women are now the aggressors and men the deferential lapdogs. Our cultural messages reflect this sorry sexual devolution and, not coincidentally, our native stock birthrate plummets as we import less progressive barbarians to fill the womb void.

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Les Deplorables

Trump entered the stage in Miami to a piece of shitlord political showmanship we haven’t seen the likes of in America since well, forever.

TheCunt called 1/3rd? 1/2? 3/4ths? of Trump supporters “deplorable”. So what does Trump do? Why, naturally, he co-opts the theme tune of a beloved shitlib Broadway musical, Les Miserables, and struts out under the Les Deplorables banner to a roaring crowd of American revolutionaries.

Folks, this is a TEXTBOOK application of the Game technique Agree&Amplify. Trump is a MASTER of so many Game principles that his meteoric rise should be studied by generations of young beta males for REAL WORLD EVIDENCE of the efficacy of Game. Trump will be studied by political historians for sure, but his life demonstrates so much more than mere political acumen. It’s no surprise he’s had a parade of some of the world’s most beautiful women as lovers.

MAGA 2016

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There’s Something About The Jerkboys

This song could be the rapefugee anthem. Listen to young women, really listen, and you’ll come to realize the ancients were wise to cut women off from political influence.

A quick Crimson Pilled analysis of the lyrics.

Ohhh Ohh Ohhh Ohhh Ohhhh Ohhhh

She’s orgasming just anticipating the noncommittal attention of a bad boy.

Ask me to stay and I’m not gonna leave
Don’t make me wait with my heart on my sleeve
Cause I won’t go ‘less you want me to
I’d surrender it all for you

She would sacrifice her first-born for the love of a bad boy.

Friends turn to foes I don’t know who to trust
You say I worry, I worry too much
But I can’t help what I’m feeling now
I just want us to be somehow

Is her bad boy cheating? Careless whispers! Suspicion of his unfaithfulness only intensifies her love for him.

I said there’s somethin ’bout the bad boys
That makes the good girls
Fall in Love

They are bad, ergo they are lovable.

Clear as a crystal or sharp as a knife
Words will be words ’til you bring them to life
Show the whole world that you’re mine alone
Tell them girls to go find their own

Female preselection boosts male sexual market value. She loves that other girls are after her bad boy, but her erotic power is so complete he ignores the others to be with her. Or so she tells herself.

(and if you’re no good for me)
Don’t leave me stranded

She can only take so much foot-dragging (measured in prime years wasted).

(and if you’re no good for me)
Don’t lead me on

Shit or get off the pot.

(and if you’re no good for me)
I’d rather feel abandoned

Better to have loved and lost a bad boy, than to never have known a bad boy’s love at all.

(and if you’re no good for me)
Please be gone

She has to beg her intransigent bad boy to dump her, because she doesn’t have the inner strength to do it herself. This is a good time to remind yourself that hot girls have no trouble dumping non-bad boys on the flimsiest of pretexts.

PS Zara Larsson, the singer, is Hey Nineteen in this video.

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“The Shitlib Zone” Pre-Release!

Big news! A pre-release acoustic version of the cuckservative anthem, “The Shitlib Zone“, is available for your listening pleasure.

Harry spills the deets,

Pardon the 4mb load of bits! I’m sure the boys down at Le Chateau’s service entrance are saying WTF!?

I couldn’t hold off much longer. Here’s a mellow cut from my first collaboration with a local ‘producer’ after a couple of snow-delays. I just resurrected my own multi-track recording gear over the weekend and could create a bit more polished version with more time.

Feel free to use this in whatever way it is deemed fit. I can’t commit to producing anything cleaner or with video for the next month but I didn’t want to sit on this much longer. I do have a country-fried, shitkickin’, Big Bad Johnish rendition that could knock some socks off. Especially if I can convince my long-fiddlin’ wife to lay down a righteous Chuck Daniels-like interlude!

Again, stellar job on the lyrics and the solid stream of incisive goodness that is CH!

Harry

I can’t get an audio player to upload, so go here to listen. Lyrics are reprinted below, (you may want to keep two windows open to sing along. It’s cathartic.) Well done, Harry!

(FYI, “The Shitlib Zone” is a reinterpretation of the original “The Twilight Zone”, by Golden Earring.)

The Shitlib Zone

Somewhere in a hostile press room
There’s a cuck starting to realize
That sucking up has not worked out for him
It’s two A.M.

It’s two A.M. my honor’s gone
I’m sitting here waitin’ the stool still warm
Did you know that Lincoln was a Republican?

Yeah, my daughter’s burning coal, dindu in my bed
Bareback my nation, all community dead
Cannot realtalk, my whole life trained to be a toady

Help, I’m steppin’ into the shitlib zone
This is a bathhouse, feels like Lindsey’s home
My scrotum’s climbed up, under flabby gut
Where am I to go now that I’ve gone post-op?

Soon you will come to know
When the shiv has hit the bone
Soon you will come to know
When the shiv has hit the bone

I’m sticking to the Narrative, demographically doomed
Double crossed middle class gettin’ the screws
Can’t get no election, can’t get through
To Pablo’s crew

Well the cocktail parties ease his coward’s mind
He swears no child left behind!
When the third world comes
He knows damn well he’ll be retreating

And he says, “Help, I’m swishin’ into the shitlib zone
Place is a cookhouse, feels like Mexico
My nation’s been sold to Mark Fuckersperg
Where am I to go when the white vote’s submerged?”

Soon you will come to know
When the shiv has hit the bone
Soon you will come to know
When the shiv has hit the bone

When the shiv has hit the bone

{shredding break}

Help, I’m prancin’ into the shitlib zone
Place is a bathhouse, feels like anal fun
My dignity is gone, an eager tribute
Who’s gonna do the jobs that Americans won’t do?

Help, I’m cuckin’ into the shitlib zone
Place is a bathhouse, can’t stop being prone
My manhood’s been moved, under Jenner’s dress
How far am I to bend when they call me racist?

Soon you will come to know
When the shiv has hit the bone
Soon you will come to know
When CH has raped your soul

When the shiv has hit the bone, oo-ooga!
When the shiv has hit the bone
When the shiv has hit the bone, sha-lom!
When the shiv has hit the bone

wow wow wow wow just wow
wow wow just wowoooooowow

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