Two Advantages Older Men Have In The Sexual Market

If you’re a man over 30, you have something to look forward to as you prepare to navigate the post-nightclub scene sexual market: the gradual accretion of two powerful male attractiveness traits.

1. Social status
2. ZFG (zero fucks given, aka outcome independence)

Social status accumulates over decades for a man, because his social worth is tied less to his youthful looks than to his connections, social savvy, experiences, business acumen, and character. (A woman’s social status has two peaks: one, higher, peak when she is at her most attractive – early 20s – and a second peak when she becomes a mother and family caretaker.)

A man’s social status is loin of the realm in the mate bazaar, easily bartered for fresh poonmeat. Women are irresistibly attracted to men who are well-regarded by lots of admirers or who have lots of friends and supporters they can lean on for favors. This is an evolutionarily adapted trait that helps women FMAC (find meet attract commit to) men who are capable of MASS ACQUISITION of material resources to bring to the raising of their children. Social status is the man who walks into a party and everyone’s eyes light up with anticipation and joy. Women notice this about a man, and they react reflexively to the spectacle his presence incites.

Generally, older men will have more social status than younger men. It’s not a guarantee, but it is the way to bet.

ZFG (aka self-possession) also accumulates with a man’s age. While it’s theoretically possible to regress from zero fucks given (zfg) to numerous fucks given as one gets older, it’s very uncommon. There are two reasons for this: one, a man’s self-confidence tends to grow along with his wealth, accomplishments, bedroom experience, and social skills. Self-confidence relaxes the ego, granting it a flexibility that fortifies it against minor insults that then are easily brushed-off by the man who is secure in himself. Insecure, low self-esteem men don’t usually have the requisite ZFG to arouse women, and it shows in their quickness to anger at the slightest provocation or in their transparent, sour grapes butthurt when a woman slips them the sass.

Two, physiological age-related changes in the male brain sweep it clean of over-sensitivities. Remember when you were a teenager, how one throwaway affront could send you into a frenzy of self-examination and/or rageful retribution? You’d mull over that little calumny as if it were a final judgment handed up by Lucifer himself. You could call this inner frame, IFG: Infinity Fucks Given. It’s painful, but its hold over your psyche greatly loosens after high school, though it still continues through the 20s, typically in the form of anguished mental replays of first dates that went south or of ambiguous flirtations by cute girls playing hard to get.

Once a man passes 30, it’s almost magical how suddenly IFG will dissipate into a weak facsimile of its former emotional grip. Something about aging into a grown man with real responsibilities and a collected history of romantic failures and successes buffers him against myriad slights by other men and by opaque women. You could say it’s a dullness permeating the aging brain that fortuitously protects it from excruciating self-doubt, but I think instead it’s the opposite: a heightened awareness of the meaninglessness of most people’s opinions, especially opinions on the nature of one’s character or desirability.

So these two developments — the gain of social status and ZFG — are advantages that older men enjoy in the quest for pussy. And they are big advantages, maybe the biggest. It would be unwise to scoff at the notion of their pull over women. A socially prominent man who is amused by women’s shit tests and unfazed by men’s challenges is akin to a beautiful feminine woman in the fullness of youthful fertility. He is a commodity that women will fight each other to claim as their own.

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You’ll notice I didn’t include “money” in the traits that specifically benefit older men in the sexual market. That’s for a good reason. In my observation of the players I’ve known, there’s really not a lot of difference between making 40K/yr and 100K/yr as an influencing factor on women’s attraction. About the only difference there could be is one of self-confidence; men who make more tend to project more swagger and that’s what women find attractive, not the money per se.

Money itself doesn’t really start to affect a man’s SMV until it brushes with the SES stratosphere. If you have a million in the bank and pull a solid six figure income, allowing you to tool around in exotic sports cars, then yes women will magically gravitate into your orbit. But few men under 60 reach that kind of wealth, so it’s largely a hypothetical SMV boost that isn’t necessary to attract and bed cute girls.

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Options = Instability: Another Heartiste Maxim Externally Validated By SCIENCE!

Options = Instability. A Chateau maxim as universal and relevant to life satisfaction as the famed CH aphorism Diversity + Proximity = War. The O=I theory was introduced in this original press post:

Where you have options, you have trouble sticking by one person. A man dating a girl (or girls) will feel on top of the world and suddenly all those single women traipsing around the city look like much easier targets to approach. His loins will quiver with excitement. A woman transplanted from a less populated region of the country to the big city will become enthralled with all the extra attention from men who are probably much better at playing the game than the men she left back home. Her ego will quiver with expectation.

…and fleshed out here, with accompanying scientific confirmation:

[T]here is an inherent sex difference in the destabilizing force of increased options. A man with more options than his partner is a less destabilizing force to his relationship than is a woman with equally more options than her partner. This phenomenon results from the greater hypergamous drive of women, who are less satisfied than are men with sub-par lovers, and from the biological reality that risk of female infidelity is a graver threat to relationship harmony than is risk of male infidelity for which there is no chance of “reverse cuckolding”.

Think of the relationship permutations this way:

Man with options + woman with fewer options = man with peace of mind and wandering eye + happy but anxious woman + lovingly prepared home-cooked meals.

Woman with options + man with fewer options = unhappy woman with wandering eye + happy but anxious man + microwaved dinners.

Man with options + woman with options = stable relationship. Both are happy and infidelity or rupture risks are minimized.

Man with few options + woman with few options = stable relationship. Both are unhappy yet infidelity or rupture risks are still minimized.

I don’t need my knob slobbed by ¡SCIENCE!, but I won’t turn down a freebie blowie if 💋SCIENCE💋 just can’t get enough of my Renaissance Meat. So once again, to the lab-coats (via VIP commentator chris):

Scientific proof that options creates instability.

In the interests of weeding out the mathematical complexity, there were three values calculated. Assuming you were taking the survey, they would correspond to (1) how well your actual partner matched your ideal (2) what percent of possible real mates out in the world are better overall fits, and (3) how much more or less desirable you are to others, relative to your partner. These values were then plugged into a regression predicting relationship satisfaction. As it turned out, in the first study (N = 260), the first value – how well one’s partner matched their ideal – barely predicted relationship satisfaction at all (ß = .06); by contrast, the number of other potential people who might make better fits was a much stronger predictor (ß = -.53), as was the difference in relative mate value between the participant and their partner (ß = .11). There was also an interaction between these latter two values (ß = .21). As the authors summarized these results:

“Participants lower in mate value than their partners were generally satisfied regardless of the pool of potential mates; participants higher in mate value than their partners became increasingly dissatisfied with their relationships as better alternative partners became available”

Implied in the CH Options = Instability formula is the premise that the available options are desirable; options don’t mean much if what you have now is decidedly better than the alternatives. Few people will trade up from a filet mignon to a burger, so the existence of millions of attainable burgers doesn’t register as a menu of options to our subconscious minds if we’re currently dining on filet mignon. (If you’ve dated a really pretty girl, you’ll know that, at least for a while, the world of women outside her presence seems to recede into invisibility. Some call that love.)

Instability follows from options when the options are instinctively perceived as worthwhile substitutes. From this truism, we can deduce the effectiveness of a powerful Game principle: Dread. If you are a man who is, or is subjectively perceived to be, lower in sexual market value than your girlfriend/wife, then you can help stabilize your relationship and increase the happiness of you and your partner if you ACT LIKE you are a man with many desirable and attainable options you’d trade up to if circumstances allowed.

That is, it’s sexy to act more like an untrustworthy man than a trustworthy man. Why? Because women LOVE LOVE LOVE men who are loved by other desirable women. And an untrustworthy man signals his desirability to many beautiful women. This principle is why it’s so common to see physically unattractive men dating hot babes “out of their league” strut like a cuntquistador who could drop his current lover on a dime if she ever gave him trouble. Platitudists may not appreciate this facet of human sexual behavior, but it’s real and it works.

CH Maxim #77: If a man acts as if his life is full of willing women, then women will be more willing company.

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The Female Life Cycle Theory Of Game

Although the sexual nature of women never fundamentally changes, there do happen over the course of a lifetime environment- and age-conditioned… accommodations… to sexual market realities that subtly modify women’s romantic needs. As such, there are different schools of Game a man should know which are tailored to the life cycle stage a woman inhabits.

Helpfully generalizing, women go through three major romantic life cycles:

Passionate Love

This is the age — from teenager to mid-20s — when a woman is in her nubile prime. Physically and emotionally she is at her horniest, her most feminine, and, not coincidentally, her most discriminating. She’s on the prowl for an alpha male, and specifically for a charming jerkboy whose devil-may-care attitude speaks so forcefully to her deep desire to submit to a top tier man with limitless lover options.

Commitment Love

During this age window — late 20s to late 30s — a woman is powerfully aware of the beginning of decline in her number one asset: her beauty. Physically, she is noticing small changes in herself — the first nascent signs of decay — that, assessed from a distance relative to womanhood as a whole aren’t so horrifying, but compared to what she was herself just a few years earlier will split her id wide open. Urgency compels her (if she’s psychologically healthy) to escape the single lady lookatme scene and start seriously buckling down to achieve the goal of snagging a man who will commit to her and, hopefully, help her become part of a family. Naturally, this pressure to settle limits her options and the longer she waits, the more her “Mr. Right” will deviate from the Mr. Right of her teenage dreams.

Partner Love

The final romantic life cycle for women (ages 40-death), this stage is the longest and, sadly from the perspective of one who adores women when they are at their most womanish, the dreariest, though it does offer as consolation a tranquilizing serenity that can safely usher a woman through her middle years without resort to painkillers. In this cycle, a woman still harbors those tingles for the alpha jerk, but they are sufficiently suppressed by biomechanic winding-down and stone cold circumstance — her wilted bloom — to allow the flourishing of her other female needs. Those other needs center around her desire to a) not be abandoned to a cold cruel sexual market and b) enjoy at least facsimiles of reciprocal love so that she does not feel abandoned within her relationship.

Here we come to the Female Life Cycle Theory of Game.

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Jerkboy Game

This is the Game a man will want to make a part of his identity if his romantic audience is the choicest of fillies. Jerkboy Game is the perfect complement to a woman’s Passionate Love. When a woman is at the pinnacle of her “female-ness”, she requires the ministrations of a man at the peak of his alpha-ness. And by alpha-ness, I mean more than high T physical bravado; your personality has to be full of brash confidence and outcome independence, to convey that you have a plate full of inquiring femmes.

When Game denialists and Niceguy propagandists shriek about the hazards of Jerkboy Game, they are seeing it through the eyes of an older woman who doesn’t need to be wooed with so heavy a jerk hand, or through the eyes of a beaten-down beta male who seeks to justify his time wasted in the parched hinterland of courtship sycophancy as an effective strategy bringing him closer to romantic fulfillment.

Relationship Game

As the age of the women that a man dates increases, the jerkboy quotient of his Game decreases. Why? Because too much of an alpha lovelord will intimidate past-prime women keeping a sharp eye out for men who are good long-term relationship prospects. The mid-30s woman loves the idea of passionate love as much as the 20 year old woman, but she also loves more the idea of relationship love that isn’t constantly tested by heady, tingle-erupting, ovarian-rattling disruption. The Dread Game that you successfully deployed to maintain the flow of barely legal slice will emotionally shatter the mimosa ladies brunching on borrowed time.

For the Commitment Love woman, you’ll want to ease up on the jerkboy gas and hit the “small tokens of love and commitment” cruise control. Search the Chateau archives for “relationship game” to give yourself an idea of what it means to walk the line between charming lover and loving check-writer.

Reassurance Game

After her 30s, a woman is a wilting flower. But she’s not dead. The stalks and leaves still grow, and need nourishment. And her ego — the taproot of her soul — is more fragile than ever, susceptible to all sorts of blight. Regular watering and sunshine in the form of Reassurance Game will be the main staple of your romantic interventions.

This is the time of a woman’s life when Game, ironically, is easiest for appeasing beta males accustomed to a lifetime of orbiting pretty girls to supply a shoulder for them to cry on about their badboy lovers, and most elusive to incorrigibly ZFG alpha males accustomed to a lifetime of withholding cuddles and compliments to be rewarded with endless streams of juicy poon.

It’s funny in its way; the beta male FINALLY has his moment to shine with women, to exploit his God-given talents at pedestalizing the pussy for maximum gain, and it happens to be when those women are at their least bangable. O Fortuna!

And the alpha males who can’t quite get a handle on what it takes to reassure a woman she’s still a “beauty in his eyes”? If they’re single, they don’t lose out on much. If they have a family, then failing at Reassurance Game could mean divorce, alimony, child support… basically a suite of really sucky consequences.

So all three Female Life Cycle Game schools are crucial to a man’s journey to God-Emperor status.

Jerkboy Game for the incomparably sweet vagina.

Relationship Game for the rock solid stewardship of a deeply loving commitment to woman and family.

Reassurance Game to avoid a royal screwing by the State and incessant nagging at home.

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More On “The Look”

The ((( Rebbe ))) explains,

The easiest way to get “The Look” is to find close family members who have it (and those who don’t). Your family members will be very close to you genetically, so study how women react to them. Even quiz women on their impressions: Ape the good traits and carefully avoid the bad ones.
If your father is an Alpha, this is a sincere blessing. Copy your father down to the slightest detail while noting his flaws (yes, every Alpha has flaws). Clothes, hair, style, demeanor, personality, taste, car, home decorating, humor, etc. If it works for him, it will prolly work for you. Then prune his bad habits or combine those of other family Alphas, and, of course your own identity, which likely doesn’t fall far from the tree.
Yet, many people let jealousy get the better of them and tragically fail to learn from their betters.

Having a few alpha naturals as friends is invaluable to your personal growth as supreme poonslayer, esq. This goes double if those naturals are family members. Closely observing a natural in the wilds of the sexual market, learning his ways, appropriating his winning traits to conform to your style and personality…. all these choices are superior to the choice of feeling envy toward the natural.

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Why White Knights Are Bad For Women

Michelle Fields is a former reporter/present attention whore who was canned from her job at Breitbart for making up a story about Trump’s campaign manager Corey Lewandowsky manhandling her and pushing her to the floor at a speaking event. She bubbled over to Twatter to show off her forearm bruise, and White Knights like Ben Shapiro jumped to her defense, choosing to take the word of a halfway decent-looking woman with slut eye at face value before the facts were in.

Security cam footage emerged a day after the incident clearly showing Fields suffered no assault beyond the jostling typical of a crowded room (she had claimed she was violently assaulted and pushed to the ground by Lewandowsky). Nonetheless she decided — or rather, she was encouraged by Shapiro — to file a formal charge with Florida police against Lewandowsky.

Unsurprisingly, nothing came of the trumped-up (heh) charge. The prosecutor (a Clinton lackey, no less) had no choice but to drop the case, citing lack of evidence for anything other than that Fields appeared in the video to fake a dive.

Palm Beach County won’t prosecute because video evidence shows Fields invaded Secret Service ‘bubble’ around Trump and touched him first

Lewandowski, they found, ‘reacted and did what he needed to do’ and bruises on Fields’ arm pictured days later were not visible that night

One witness told police he thought Fields staged ‘a fraudulent slip-and-fall’ and was ‘animated and acting’ – and ‘at first I thought she was drunk’

By the way, Trump stayed loyal to Lewandowski during this entire sordid skank-manufactured affair. That alone speaks volumes of Trump’s admirable character (and of his enemies’ lack of character).

This incident (among so many other alpha male-hating, feminist-fueled false accusations over the past few years) demonstrates the corrosive harm that beta male white knights can inflict on society, and on women.

Turning to little Benny Shapiro as an example, here’s a case of a white knight blowing up a woman’s career and killing what was left of her reputation as a reporter because he used his influence as an anhedonic orbiter and eunuch confidant to cajole her to elevate her fake assault game to the next level and file a charge with police (wasting taxpayer dollars in the meantime). Little Benny Shapiro hates the Trumpening and loves Michelle Fields’ cleavage, so he had every motivation to whisper sadistic nothings in her ear. She, being a woman, took the bait.

(I’m getting an image in my head of little Benny Shapiro dabbing bruise makeup on Fields’ arm, giggling like a schoolgirl as they conspire to END TRUMP’S NOMINATION RUN, and then little Benny, insistent boner denting his kid’s size jeans, looks “that way” at Michelle, & she quickly leaves the room.)

A far from exhaustive list of the ways in which white knights are bad for women:

• white knights’ reptilian enticements to pursue futile revenge plots can destroy women’s careers
• white knights’ cloying “m’lady” courtesies can simultaneously inflate women’s egos and deflate women’s labia, rendering them less likeable to the next man to talk to them, and therefore more likely to wind up an aging spinster
• white knights’ quickness to jump to a faire maiden’s rescue when another man is hitting on her can ruin her chances at finding love
• white knights’ ulterior motives (appeasement, flattery, and guardianship for the implied guarantee of sex at a later date) can sour women on all men, creating a resentful belief in women that every congenial interaction with a man is a pretext for sexual exploitation (which tbh is true if the woman in question is a hottie)
• white knightss excessive you-go-grrlisms to their fat female friends can make those fatties insufferable to be around, as they assume every conversation with them is a romantic solicitation, and respond accordingly
• white knights’ unctuous “supportiveness” toward their slutty female friends can convince those sluts to delay settling down to ride the cock carousel, possibly costing them a marriage and family to a quality (read: non-loser) man
• white knights’ unthinking readiness to rush to a bitchy woman’s defense can encourage bitches to stay bitches instead of improving their personalities to attract good men
• white knights’ instant and unquestioning forgiveness of women who have wronged them can create monsters incapable of guilt and tempted to take advantage of weak men for as long as they can get away with it

There is no end to the ways in which not being a white knight is better than being a white knight. The time when white knighting had any personal or social benefit was a long time ago; specifically when Western societies were structured around female deference and low cock counts. In that environment, male chivalry made sense.

PS The reader would do well to bracket this entire post in ((())) for improved understanding.

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How Not To Be The Creep That Chicks Don’t Dig

Girls, bless their holistic hearts, aren’t keen on detailing the reasons why this or that man is unsuitable as a lover. Instead of a sober assessment of a man’s characteristics, girls prefer to render their judgments in all-encompassing terms like “creep” or “weirdo” or “loser” or “nice guy”. Many subconscious mate value calculations operate in the female hindbrain that are consciously concatenated into swift and sure slanders of dismissal.

If a girl thinks you’re “creepy”, console yourself that her assessment doesn’t necessarily mean you are a creep. All it means is that you failed to exhibit those behaviors and traits that trigger her arousal instinct. But you should still take the smear as an opportunity to improve how you sell yourself to women. The alternative is meta-death.

With that in mind, here’s an illuminating study about the male tics and mannerisms that women think qualifies as “creepy”.

On the nature of creepiness

Surprisingly, until now there has never been an empirical study of “creepiness.” An international sample of 1341 individuals responded to an online survey. Males were perceived as being more likely to be creepy than females, and females were more likely to associate sexual threat with creepiness. Unusual nonverbal behavior and characteristics associated with unpredictability were also predictors of creepiness, as were some occupations and hobbies. The results are consistent with the hypothesis that being “creeped out” is an evolved adaptive emotional response to ambiguity about the presence of threat that enables us to maintain vigilance during times of uncertainty.

The limbic “creep” burp is a distant early warning to a girl that the seed under consideration shall not penetrate her eggs’ perimeter defense.

Salon (fag bastion alert) does a halfway-decent job itemizing the primary creep factors.

One of the paper’s hypotheses states unpredictability in a person is associated with higher levels of creepiness. Because we’re already initially uncomfortable with being unable to assess a person’s motives, we become hyper-aware of their behavior while trying to size them up.

This claim should be read with a critical eye. Ambiguity and unpredictability (i.e., being a challenge) are actually quite arousing to women, so the risk of setting off her creep alarm should be balanced against the reward of turning on her snapper sprinkler. My impression is that when a woman is curious about a man, there always lurks in the back of her mind the potential for her curiosity to lurch into anti-creep defense mode. To put it another way, every successful seduction is accompanied by an element of danger.

Other things found to sound our creep-alarms are behaviors such as standing too close to a person, frequent and persistent lip smacking or licking, odd dress and relentlessly directing a conversation to one topic.

Touching girls early on in a pickup is a crucial step to advancing toward the bedroom. But a light forearm touch is a different beast than posting up a foot inside a girl’s personal space. The initial kino should barely be perceptible; standing nose tip to nose tip is a little too “on the nose” for most women.

As for lip smacking and licking, don’t do it. Obvious. You ever see a man who does well with women licking his lips like Marco Rubio after the foam party antics have dried out to a crusty glaze?

Odd dress… just means don’t dress poorly or too skewed from the norms for your culture. Wearing a Bedouin sheet in Chicago will freak out a lot of people.

The last creep factor is the most important one: conversational stubbornness. Girls love freewheeling convos full of breezy associations and delectable tangents. We all know that nerdo or spergo who can’t let go of a point he’s trying to make over the happy din of a socially-gelling mixed group. If there’s one piece of advice I would give to men on how to avoid being the creep chicks despise, it’s LET GO. Didn’t get your point across? No prob. Ride the wave. Swing at another pitch. Take the detour in good humor and with a sense of adventure. The best womanizers I have known all shared this trait in common; they were pros at both leading conversations and going with the conversational flow. You can do this, too, but it will demand that you get out of your head and become more situationally aware. The field  of seduction is no place for shutting out external catalysts.

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The Cisgender Genie

Three cultural adventurers — an antiracist, a feminist, and a shitlord — stumble upon a treasure trove. In the loot, they discover a magic dildo. The antiracist picks up the dildo with a great effort, his wrist flopping against the weight of the object, and rubs it. A genie ejaculates.

“I AM THE GREAT CISGENDER GENIE. I will grant you three wishes, but on one condition: the wishes will only benefit your next-born child.”

All three adventurers look at each other in amazement; the shitlord with his strong high T jaw and cliffside brow carving the air in front of him; the antiracist with his doughy face and watery eyes soaked in estrogen; the scowling feminist with her blue femmestache and “Syphilis Sisterhood” fupa tattoo.

The manlet antiracist, already struggling to maintain his grip on the tumescent didlo, goes first.

“I wish for a beautiful black daughter! That will show the world how committed I am to ending White hegemony.”

The genie booms, “Your wish is granted! Go home, and you will find your wife in bed with a 12-inch buck.”

Many years later, the antiracist would have his head caved in by his half-black daughter’s fully grown 9 year old black boyfriend. He will die with a smug grin on his battered face.

The feminist, creaming herself with the patriarchy-smashing possibilities, grabs the magic dildo (effortlessly, as if she had spent a lifetime handling such objects) and makes her wish.

“I wish for a smart daughter! Her smarts will lead her to the top in corporate law, and sufficiently privilege-checked male feminists will beg for her love.”

The genie announces, “Your wish is granted! In nine months, you will birth a 150 IQ daughter with the assistance of a noted Massachusetts sperm bank.”

Many years later, the feminist’s smart daughter, 32 years old, a lawyer, and clocking in at 250 pounds with a face that could cleave ice sheets, empties the bottle of pills into her mouth, tears streaming down as she remembers the boy from law school she loved who mistook her for a man and told her he “doesn’t swing that way”.

Finally, the genie turns to the shitlord.

“Maybe YOU will choose wisely?”

The shitlord ponders, (stoically, not theatrically, as is the wont of effeminate males). He thinks this is a mischievous genie, who will grant his wish with a baleful clause attached.

“I wish to make America great again.”

“Granted!”

Many years later, revolution shakes the country to the core. President Trumputin imposes an immigration moratorium. Unfair trade agreements are torn up, deportation cars haul illegal aliens back home by the millions, colleges have stopped offering black and women’s studies, gay marriage is repealed, SJWs and feminists are laughed out of public discourse, heteronormativity is the norm, the Middle East is abandoned to its petty inbred warlords, and America is great again. The nation is so great, in fact, that the shitlord has many sons and daughters, and all of them can buy affordable homes in high-trust White neighborhoods with good schools, and bless him with a small army of grandchildren.

Now an old man, the shitlord is visited by the genie one more time.

“Why did you not ask for a beautiful daughter or a smart son? Your wish unleashed chaos for millions of Americans, and guaranteed you nothing in return.”

The shitlord smirks, knowingly (is there another kind?). “A beautiful daughter may be dumb. A smart son may be nerdy. But a great America gives all her sons and daughters a better chance.”

The genie smiles and slowly vanishes, departing with a final promise to grant one more wish.

Without hesitation, the shitlord says, “I wish to make anime real.” And like that he is compressed into a 2D cartoon and teleported into an alternate universe, large-chested wide-eyed Japanese girls giggling all around him, happy to have defied his mortality.

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