Chrissie Hynde, the lead singer of The Pretenders (their heyday was in the 1980s), sounds like she’s partaken of the nourishing well of Chateau Heartiste wisdom.
The former chart topper claimed in a Sunday newspaper interview that scantily clad women were likely to “entice a rapist” and that it is their “fault” if they are attacked.
It’s not entirely the skank’s fault, but she bears some personal responsibility for her safety. It’s like if you decide to take a pale stroll through the blackest ghetto at 2AM and get mugged, no sane person will excuse your attacker, but everyone will think you’re quite daft for doing what you did.
She also claimed that pop stars who call themselves feminists but use their sex appeal to sell records were effectively just “prostitutes”.
Hi, Miley!
“If I’m walking around and I’m very modestly dressed and I’m keeping to myself and someone attacks me, then I’d say that’s his fault.
“But if I’m being very lairy and putting it about and being provocative, then you are enticing someone who’s already unhinged — don’t do that.”
She added: “You know, if you don’t want to entice a rapist, don’t wear high heels so you can’t run from him. If you’re wearing something that says ‘Come and —- me’, you’d better be good on your feet I don’t think I’m saying anything controversial am I?”
No, you’re not Chrissie. This woman is great. She’s speaking truth, girls, listen to her.
“A pop star who’s walking around, parading themselves as a porn star and saying they’re feminists.
“They’re prostitutes.
“I’m not making a value judgment on prostitutes, but just say what you are.”
“Just say what you are.” No, the degenerate freak mafia can’t do that, or they’ll have to face exactly what they are, and they can’t have that. Instead, lovable vivisectors like your truly will do it for them, gleefully.
The Trump 2016 campaign slogan is “Make America White Great Again”, and it is a good one, upbeat, energized, catchy, and embodying just enough downscale kitsch to attract both working class and SWPL hipster supporters.
However, there is an even better slogan — you could call it the complementary Bad Cop slogan to the “Make America Great Again” Good Cop slogan — that Team Trump should immediately start pressing into bumper stickers.
Courtesy of Canadian Friend (sometimes it takes a Canadian):
”Obama’s sons or Trump’s daughters? Vote wisely”
Congratulations, CF, you have earned the Shiv of the Week. Wield it with the expertise that causes cuckservatives to load their diapers.
One reason this slogan hits the id so hard is because it adheres to the Fundamental Premise. You just can’t go wrong obeying the laws of the god of biomechanics.
Did you know Megyn Kelly, Cuck News airhead, is a lawyercunt? After last night’s debate, her former vocation makes perfect sense. Watch the first 0:45 seconds of this outtake.
Trump effortlessly bats away her attempt to entrap him into cuckservative apologia for imaginary misogyny. Can’t stump the Trump! The audience (including women) applauds. MegYn fumes and tries to shout over Trump’s shit-eating grin (it’s a loud grin).
At 0:30, watch for Megyn Kelly’s Resting Bitch Face. You can see her Nurse Ratched butthurt driving her into a seething rage. She must be loads of post-coital fun.
Feminist idiocy is out of control. Trump’s mild rebuke of another instance of femcuntery polluting “the national conversation” is so rare to hear issuing from these insipid public spectacles that have become evermore the trademark of late stage democracy, that it was like a refreshing blast of cool mountain air, clearing away shrike noise.
Hey, MegYn, the Trumpenkrieg (h/t MPC) has called lots of men bad words too. Do you think this means Trump is a man-hater, like yourself? Logic trap much? Projection much?
Or maybe it means that when Trump levels an insult at a fat bitch dyke, the recipient really is a fat bitch dyke.
If you want presidential debates to be female solipsism cranked up to jet engine volume, if you yearn for a political platform that is ALL ABOUT MEGYN KELLY’S FEELS and war on women garbage, and not at all about the mortal threats — immigration, debt, unaffordable family formation, foreign entanglements, anti-white antiracism, White dispossession of the nation they created, oligarch control of the political process — facing America, then by all means let’s bring ALL THE WOMEN into the political arena. They’re really good at turning what should be serious debate into feminist twaddle and their hurt feelings.
The more the Hivemind (and this includes Cuck News) goes after Trump with no pretense of fair play or objectivity, the more I’m convinced there’s a directive from the ruling class to their minions with the megaphones to take him down no matter the cost. Trump makes them deathly afraid. Why are they so afraid of him? They can’t buy him. Ok. That’s one reason. He shits on their Open Borders agenda. That’s another.
Mostly though, it’s that Trump isn’t a piss-ant, puling, wind-up betaboy toy, the controlled opposition ready and willing to dance to the tune of the Narrative Enforcers. He’s the renegade outsider, bringing the cleansing chaos of Realtalk, however fledgling, to the Old Order of Lies.
The Scarlet C cuckservative label — Shiv of the Week winner — has really hit a bulls-eye, but what’s more interesting about the extended play body slam of weak whytes is what it illustrates about how semantic weapons work. There is Game in them thar hills, and CH prospectors find the shiniest nuggets.
Their protestations of indifference to the contrary notwithstanding, you know the cuckservative shiv has hit these mincing establishment pansies exemplified by the likes of Matt Lewis square in the deflated scrote. How do you know? I’ll tell you, boy. Look for two reactions.
1. The stuck pig squeals loudest.
Have you ever seen RINOs and their water carriers so incensed? The leftoid opposition toys with them daily and takes dumps in their gaped-mouthed faces, but nothing has riled them up like being called out for EXACTLY WHAT THEY ARE: puling suck-ups who’d sell their mother for one more pat on the head by a callow Ezra Klein.
2. Silent backpedaling.
Watch for cuckservatives to back off their inane, autonomic patter of prostration. If they do, that means the shiv cut deep and their lacerated subconscious bleeds into their conscious comfort zone. It’s a classic human urge when publicly shamed: denounce your shamers, insist on your dignity, but quietly pull back from the behavior that got you pegged (heh) as a poltroon.
In the coming election cycle, listen for ostensibly “””right wing””” candidates to gradually abandon their insipid leftoid-lite boilerplate. That “Shit Cuckservatives Say” page at the top of CH will serve as a reminder to them that the front lines are everywhere now. The pressure and incessant ridicule will keep them honest.
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
***
Are there any aspiring rock stars in the audience? Who wants to put this delectable revision to tape? You, sir? Glory awaits!
A California assisted-suicide bill was shelved because of opposition from heavily mestizo districts.
Now personally, I’m in favor of assisted suicide at any age for leftoids in whatever physical condition. But one has to laugh at the irony of Diversity Park™ undocumented citizens bitch-slapping their effete white liberal patrons. You asked for it, now you’ll get it, good and hard.
I’m sure SCROTUS will find a Constitutional right to assisted-suicide in the near future, which is spelled out in the Constitution as clearly as the right to gay marriage, but in the meantime enjoy the cognitive dissonance.
Score: Invading aztecs: 1, white California liberals: 0. Shiv of the Week award goes to La Raza, for giving us all a glimpse of the unified, glorious future of America made stronger and happier by all her Diversity.
What awaits the typical beta male? Reader FrTedCrilly makes a bloodsport of vivisecting the beta male id.
Sure Game can save a beta orbiter.
Only problem is that beta orbiters often are the most vehement opponents of the sweet science of pick-up, pre- or post-humiliation.
They’ll play the waiting game. And the payoff, if they’re really “lucky”, after years of watching their princess get dumped by Skrillex clones, is a 60,000 dollar wedding and a blank-eyed speech about her soulmate and best friend. And a sexless honeymoon.
The sharpest shiv cuts the cleanest line.
On a less serious note, I do wonder, given the trend to later and fewer marriages, how long sexual market optimists think beta males will put up with being sloppy sixths to carousel-worn vagina switched into semi-arid settling mode? Do honorary Realtalkers believe there won’t be blowback from such an unsustainable societal condition? CH loves the pointillistic details best when framed by the big picture.
