Photo Caption Contest: The Moment Hillary Learns The Jig Is Up

Of all the culturally revealing candid shots taken in the Year of Our Trumpening, this one has to top them all:

So much anguish….I love it!

Look at thecunt’s expression. Cold as Satan’s icy lair in the ninth circle of hell. A true psychopath. I look at that man-hating dyke and I can totally believe she’s ordered the deaths of political foes. (whatever happened to Seth Rich’s murder case, anyhow?)

And Huma….crying like a little girl. Is she a Saudi spy putting on an acting class or a lesbian lover brokenhearted that she let down her granny gash bedroom partner? Are those tears of regret and shame….or bowel-shaking fear?

Those two faces tell a much bigger story. This photo and the id-shaped reactions it has captured PROVE that thecunt and her scissor sister are hiding horrible crimes from the American public, and they KNOW IT.

Caption time.

thecunt: “What was on your computer, Huma?”

Huma the gina hoover: *sob* “ALL OF IT” *sob*

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How Did Trump Know The House Of Cunt Would Fall?

Trump seems to be prescient. His Twatter timeline going back years is filled with quasi-predictions that have come true. Twatline 2013: Trump tweets that thecunt’s lesbian lover Huma Abedin (IT’S HABEDIN!) is a national security risk because her husband is the notorious “pervert” Anthony Weiner who would have access to State Department emails through Huma.

Fast forward 2016: FBI reopens a nation-wde, multiple-office investigation of thecunt’s emails and the Clinton Foundation, based on a treasure trove of auto-synced emails that were stored on Huma’s husband’s HAZMAT classified faptop. All information gathered so far points to a Clinton crime syndicate so vast and brazen it may go down history as the greatest political scandal in American history.

Is Trump a prophet? Maybe. More likely, Trump knew all this shit would hit the fan because he was an insider who remembered the garbage hour secrets that party guests would spill to him. A charming, New York real estate magnate and international playboy who golfed with Bill Clinton and attended (and hosted) soirees with various high level political functionaries would have the scoop on a lot of dirt. I’ve no doubt Bill himself leaked a few juicy tidbits about the corruption going on at the Clinton Foundation to Trump. They were buddies, then.

PUAs have a term for the world of women that most men (read: beta males) never see: the Secret Society. In this world, a few crimson pilled alpha men with social connections and a raging sense of ballsy self-entitlement have no-strings-attached sexual access to the hottest and tightest pussy. Trump is, or rather was until he decided to cash it all in and take on the entire rotten system as one man on a mission from Kek, a member of the elite secret society, an eyes wide shut club of billionaires, movers and shakers, and powerful politicians.

In this Bilderburgian, Bezosian secret society that Trump inhabited, a trusted, happy-go-lucky, superficially buffoonish insider like Trump would be privy to the whispered intimations of fraud, venality, and graft by tipsy (and flirty) scions of the ruling class.

I guess what I’m saying is it could only have been Trump, or a Trump-like figure, for this moment. A reckless, zero fucks given, brash, BALLS TO THE MEXICAN WALL secret society billionaire with a true heartfelt affinity for salt of the earth Americans, and a lifetime’s cache of perfidious dealings drunkenly confessed by self-satisfied elites that, if revealed to the public, could take down the most corrupt political dynasty in history. God protect him, because he has pierced the heart of hell….and hell never gives up quietly.

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whorefinder writes that The Trump is The Batman.

It just hit me: Trump is fucking Batman.

Why? Simple: the common portrayal of Batman he is in his Bruce Wayne persona is that of a stupid, impulsive, thoughtless, carefree playboy. In all incarnations (except the fabulous 1990s Animated Series version, which gets a ghetto pass because fucking awesome), Batman deliberately cultivates the air-headed drunk frat boy persona to throw suspicion off himself and to get his party mates to spill the beans to him without thinking he’d remember or understand.

It’s only as Batman does he use this information to plot cold, calculated, very intricate and long-term plans to take down the evil. Because Batman’s real superpower is always planning more and harder than the other guy.

Trump’s buffoonish TV persona is Batman’s Bruce Wayne persona. And as Batman is the savior of Gotham, Trumpenking is the savior of America.

All hail the Dark Knight of America rape!

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T Levels Are Rising Across The Fruity Plains As The Trumpening Swells

A reader passes along an anecdote that tells of The Trumpening sweeping the nation. I reprint it in full here.

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Heartiste,

I just wanted to drop you a line about something that happened this morning at work, 6AM on a Saturday being the white man’s burden when you work in construction.

A T level most certainly is rising across the fruited plain.

I’m a construction superintendent, working currently on a project to build a Starbucks in an airport outside of the security area. I unlocked the job site for some of my subcontractors before they arrived, and went upstairs to pass through security with my airport credentials so that I could grab a tray of caffeinated nectars for my worker bees. The manager for the food service company comps me free coffees because we’re building their other location.

I noticed a new worker behind the register today. Young lad, probably 19 or 20, working his weekend gig as there’s a state college nearby. He’s as tall as I am at 5’11”, and has the lean runner’s build that I once had in my youth before I started to lift and weld for a living. His hair is blonde, a bit long but not unkempt but waving out a bit on the sides from beneath his company hat. I’m dressed casually. Button-down Carhartt plaid work shirt, well-fitting jeans, and Red Wing work boots. I have my Trumpening campaign donation hat on– it’s glorious simplicity broadcasting a bold MAGA on a crimson background.

The young fellow gets told by the manager that I’m all set– a woman in her mid to late forties, post wall, but with a prominently displayed rock and wedding band on her finger. She radiates a maternal glow despite her declined looks that reveal a stunner in previous years. The young blonde man can’t hold it back anymore, and he looks for the fifth time at my hat, locks eyes with me and his face starts beaming from ear to ear in that sort of genuine happiness that may make him look a bit buffoonish, but his youthful excitement won’t let him control his state. He slides my coffees over and gushes, “Man, I LOVE that hat!!!” I ask, “Do you have one?” He does not. I have four or five of them from my repeat donations and an order for two more. I took my hat off and handed it to him, and he’s beside himself with thanks.

He struck me as a young man who is a beta of circumstance of his environment, on the precipice of losing his last fuck to give about Leftoid sensibilities so pervasive in our culture. He innately knows, and maybe isn’t quite able to articulate it yet, that what is happening with Trump is a very wholesome and virtuous thing.

I walked away thinking, for the first time in a long time, that there really is hope for nation.

Keep up the tireless work. You have my faith and support.

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It’s the little trumpenings like the one in this story that, added together, foretell a revolution so mighty and unstoppable it will smash the edifice of the One World/One Race Globalist Order and replace it with what has been lost and ignored for far too long: Truth and Beauty. Our fathers might have thought, “someday a real rain will come and wash away the filth”. The rains have come. The filth is scurrying for the sewers. Tomorrow brings a Golden Don.

PS Reader Corvo offers his own Trumpening anecdote.

I was campaigning for Trump knocking on doors in a run-down PA town this past weekend with a 20-something year-old young White man. This town used to be full of working-class Whites, now most of the houses are abandoned or inhabited by blacks or mestizos who don’t speak English.

Out of roughly 60 doors we knocked on in this neighborhood, there were only a handful of Whites; they seemed to me cut-off, desperately clinging to what little they had left and surrounded by a sea of decay as the third-world rose around them. They were pretty shocked to see two White men with MAGA hats knock on their door offering bumper stickers and campaign flyers.

One man was so happy to see us, he shook our hands and thanked us for coming out and said he couldn’t remember the last time a Republican presidential campaign came through his neighborhood. This young goy I was with had a TRUMP t-shirt (new from the campaign office) on top of his long-sleeved shirt, and he took the Trump t-shirt off and handed it to the guy and said “Here, take this one, I’ll get another one later.”

People are waking up, indeed.

That’s a great vignette of life in America’s Forgotten White communities. These are the left behind people disparaged as “deserving to die” by fatcuck NROnik Kevin Williamson and as “deplorable” by corruptcunt Hillary Clinton. Instead of helping these lost souls, our anti-White cucks and Clintonista globalist whores want to heap an endless procession of miseries upon them. There isn’t a lake of fire deep enough and hot enough to consume all the rottenness and malevolence that animates Hillary Clinton’s wicked corporeal form.

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A Thank You And A Social Media Platform Update

First, I extend a warm thank you to all the CH readers who donated big and small to yer grateful host. This past year saw an especially generous outpouring. Although this blog would happily churn out truthcopy without the cash infusion, it certainly provides a high octane emotional boost to know concretely that the effort is appreciated.

Next, a brief programming note. I’m now on the Twatter-replacement insta-discourse website Gab, under the account “chateau_pussygrab“. Please to be stopping by and make for group hugs. As for recolonizing Twatter, I’ll see what I can do. (Anyhow, even if I manage to get back onto Twatter, with only a month to go until The Trumpendammerung it’s a good bet the limpwrist faggolas who are running Twatter into the ground will unceremoniously and without even the courtesy of a fake justification kick me off. Censorship and sanitization have become wholly-owned properties of the shitlib left.)

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This is a good place to link to MPC’s “E-Day” thread. What will you be doing on the Day that the Skypes Rent and the Four Pepes of the Trumpocalypse charged in to usher forth a reborn America?

My election day plans are p simple. Morning: Vote for the Golden Don & MAGA
Evening: Torchlight parade and/or  street fights

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The Wickedest Links

1. Mangan has a fantastic post on the most effective, scientifically-founded weight training system. A must read for any man interested in building muscle (that should be all men, including Bernie Bros).

2. A powerful pro-Trumpening video: “Message from Brussels”.

3. A refugee-loving German mayor actively working to import more of the third world into Germany was made to pay for his treachery and knocked unconscious by patriots. Faster, please.

4. Correct the Record is thecunt campaign’s super-PAC. They are basically an army of demoralization trolls fanned out over alt-right and other pro-Trump sites. A hacker got monitoring software on one of the CTR’s laptops and made a transcript of the chat room conversation.

5. More women than ever are cheating, but with fewer consequences (because their beta male partners are supplicating pantywaists who let women walk all over them).

6. When I see data like this, what comes to mind is “runaway obesity, feminism, and androgyny are real mood killers”.

7. This news will surprise no one who isn’t clinically insane and bitter: Study finds that feminist theories are hogwash! The “socially constructed” feminist theory of sex differences is bunk; the sexes are born equipped with minds that already show sex-based preferences.

8. A restatement on the “Flight 93 Election” article by Publius Decius Mus.

9. Reminder: This is the America we live in now.

10. A really good article from Steve Sailer about how the ruling class has changed its psy ops to accommodate the Age of Information Abundance: “From Orwell to Gladwell and Back“. (Disinformation and diversion, as opposed to concealment, are now the preferred propaganda tools of the leftoid hivemind.)

Bonus links!

11. Yoko Ono, the widow of John Lennon and the screecher of awful singing, is claiming she had an affair with man-hating dyke Hillary Clinton. I believe it. A number of women have come out and attested to Hillary’s lesbianism. Bill Clinton told Gennifer Flowers that Hillary had eaten more pussy than he had. Dykes are usually the worst man-haters.

12. POTENTIAL BOMBSHELL FOR THECUNT CAMPAIGN! Anon sources on 4chan are saying that Wikileaks has Hillary’s 33,000 deleted emails, and what’s in them will mean the end of her candidacy. Teasers: Money funneled to ISIS, Obama rattling the war drums against Russia to distract from what’s in the leaks, Hillary on racist rants against black subordinates, bribes to media and election officials. Mmmhmm, this gonna be good.

13. Apparently, thecunt has paid off a couple of old broads to claim that Trump played grab-ass with them 35 years ago, about which the NYBetaTimes is dutifully reporting without any substantiating evidence. It’s a classic she said-she said last ditch smear campaign. But do you think the Lion will take this lying down? Hell no:

3 senior level sources confirm to ABC – Trump is drafting a lawsuit against the New York Times for defamation. 1 source tells me "it's war"

— John Santucci (@JTSantucci) October 13, 2016

14. “That’s noblesse oblige, and that’s why America was a better place back then, because our leaders were better people.”

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The Riptide

Sometime after last night’s debate, I was outside for a run and three well-built college-aged White men were walking toward me on the sidewalk. As they approached, I could hear the word “Trump” punctuating their animated conversation, (one of them referenced Trump’s jail comment). Nearer, I could see they had probably watched the debate at a bar and were returning home a little tipsy. As we approached, the closest man to me shouted “Trump! YEAAHHH!”, and I returned an affirming “MAGA”. He grinned.

It was a fleeting vignette of life in pre-Trumpening America that hinted at a new reality, much deeper and broader than the elite fear to know, beginning to impose its will on the gated mental communities of the liars and crooks and traitors and ingrates who have been running the show into the ground for so long.

What I heard unspoken but radiating outward like a supernova during that brief exchange was White men reclaiming their pride. Reclaiming their balls. Reclaiming their birthright. Reclaiming the nation their fathers and grandfathers built, from the diversity trash and trash-enablers who have spent the better part of the last sixty years conniving and scheming to take the White man’s homeland away from him and turn it into a formless soulless atomized market bazaar of corn and porn trading in the currency of anti-White propaganda and visiting endless lies and humiliations upon heritage America.

The Trumpening is the unstoppable riptide of proud, competent, clear-eyed and heart-swelled White men pulling diseased leprous America underwater and baptizing Her in the reinvigorated blood of White patriots. It is White America taking back what is rightfully theirs, from the grubby paws of the clockboys and the bomb brothers and the BLMers and the bluehairs and the parenthetically privileged and the slut walkers and the fat acceptors and the sneering academics and the vapid celebrities and the cheating chinese and the tim wises and the kardashians and the mudsharks and the cucks and the mexican drug lords and the gay mullatos and the oligarchs and the ethnic dining autist aficionados and the hypocritical virtue signalers most of all who imagine their wealthy retreats will forever shield them from the inevitable consequences of their self-abolishing moralism.

It is a sight to behold, and don’t doubt for a minute that the anti-White globalist whoremongers know the cleansing tidal wave is coming for them.

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The Truth: Donald J. Trump Is A Great Man

Trump is the emblem of the shiv-right revolution, a reification of genuine hope and change. But the man himself is more than a talisman or mystical avatar to propel and strengthen the resolve of a righteous rebel alliance against the anti-White Empire. He is truly a great man, who rightfully belongs among the pantheon of Great American Men. I quote an MPC poster in full who explains in clear blunt language why Trump deserves to be considered a Great Man.

This got long, and rambling.  Perhaps worst of all for MPC, this got sincere. Real as f**k, yo. But hell with it:

For all its Vox Day-ness, SJWs always lie is damn good stuff.  Never apologize.  Never surrender.  Especially never surrender the narrative.

Trump is already ahead of Romney. He’s polling closer in blue states-heck, Washington is just about in play.  NJ too.  Minnesota, Michigan, Ohio, PA-when were these last in the game?  Hes even holding steady with Romneys numbers in California. Even New mexico will come down to how Johnson’s 24% collapses nov 8th.

By any measure, Trump is the best Republican candidate since Reagan. Bush I coasted on Ronnie.  Dubya got a split decision by judicial fiat, and barely managed to put away JOHN KERRY in 04 with a point here or there.

I have not a word of criticism.  Every scandal faded when he ignored it. The entire media elite on both sides has only held him to a tight race with a near certain win (many paths to victory!) and a potential electoral landslide. His gaffes arent not a bit worse than anyone elses.

“It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled, or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena; whose face is marred by the dust and sweat and blood…and who, at worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly; so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory or defeat.”

Be as alpha as you like.  Be as silver tongued and fearless as you like.  Any of us-anyone else- would have long since broken. Its been a year and a half and every day from every side, Trump has been under unremitting, vicious, downright depraved attack.

I mean- we forget, you know?  Not to get mushy…no, f**k it.  Lets get mushy. Lets get real.

Theres no reason in HELL to do this.  For all the shitlib conspiracy theories, he has the favors, the connections to get out of any supposed debt or legal tangle.  Hes been good friends with the Clintons, the Bushes, the Kennedys, a dozen others.

His name, his family, his company, his legacy, his health, his pride, his history; his life-both his social and literal life-all of it thrown on the altar. Not to mewl cuck BS but because he loves this rotten shell of failing dreams.  He loves the country that gave his family everything, and he has pledged his life, his fortune, and his sacred honor to fight for her in terrible peril.

Damn us all.  Damn us all to hell.  A year and a half ago every cockswinging deplorable was jerking off to Teddy Cruz and glumly ready to suck it up and vote Jeb. So we could get our amnesty with a side of guac before we ran to some f**king hideyhole. Maybe let our kids turn ten before the jigs moved in next to the spics. So we could huddle down and “enjoy the decline.”  Maybe catch a piece or two of bluehaired vagina while the Romes our fathers built-not just one, but a dozen Romes from coast to coast- rotted and burned.

Criticize? Comment?  The unlimited hubris of it.  We were WHIPPED, gang.  We joked about road wars to whistle past the f**king graveyard because we knew it’d never be that good. Just slow rot and shitty jobs until we died, getting older and weaker and fewer while an endless horde of muds twerked in the ruins of our grandeur.

70 years old.  Taking 15 months of endless hate to take a chance at 8 years more.

The more I think of it, the more it moves me.  I didn’t think we got men like this anymore.  Laugh if you like. I dont give a damn. Donald Trump turned his back on endless, unlimited fame, wealth, hedonism, luxury and peace.  Cincinnatus left a plow, not a throne.

I dont care if he ain’t couth.  I dont care if he had every wife in Christendom, or missteps ten times or ten thousand times, or doesnt hand me every policy I love on a golden platter.

Theres a story, about Washington. After the war, with no money coming, a number of officers started the Newburgh Conspiracy-plotting a coup.  Fascinating stuff, but the gist is this. Washington found out, and went to address them.  He gave a speech-great, beautiful speech-to little effect.  In a last attempt, he pulled out a letter from a congressman promising (again) money.  Started to read it, and faltered.
He took out his glasses. Something almost none of them had seen him wear. And said:

“Gentlemen, you will permit me to put on my spectacles, for I have not only grown gray but almost blind in the service of my country.”

From anyone else,almost any other man in history that would be grotesque pandering.  But Washington was really everything they say he is.  And his men, these tough bastards from Saratoga and Valley Forge, wept.  The conspiracy ended.

I never thought Id see a leader like that.  I never thought they’d make another.

Call me naive.  Call me glorystruck, blind,  a sycophant and a fool.  I dont care.

That’s how I feel about Donald From the By God Celebrity Apprentice Trump.

We say “God Emperor” for ironic detachment. A fantasy from Dune or a silly game for overgrown manchildren.  The symbols of our cultural degeneracy used as a wall to shield us from the terrible hope we feel.  We nitpick and niggle to stay on the details of this and that maneuver to hide away what we’re scared to say.  Using the same humorously ironic detachment we condemn in straggling millennial twerps to hide from ourselves.

He isn’t a “shitlord” or a fantasy figure, or a meme.

The terrible, terrifying truth is for the second time-for all the warts and wives- we got another man that goddamned GOOD.  We deserve-hah.  After decades of failure, neglect, tomfoolery and greed, we deserve to get exactly what they say he is. Every filthy lie, every depraved fantasy of the sniveling f**king cowards we call fellow citizens is our due.

But by the grace of God-the no s**t, real deal, grace and blessing of the Great Jehovah- the dying remnant of our gangrenous nation flipped one last card.

And it came up a Trump.

Im with him.  If he wants me to go to Valley Forge or hell, I’m with him. Even if he loses, he gave it all, all the costs he’ll bear-and he will suffer terribly- to cut a path for us out of the wilderness.

Im going back to ironic detachment now.  But I wanted to speak my mind to say that I no s**t, no homo, no takebacks, no lie-love Donald J. Trump. And the only thing we could ever do to repay this truly great man, is Make America Great Again.

Trump’s tremendous personal sacrifice to campaign for President against an array of malevolent corrupt American institutions, the media, both political parties, and the vicious malcontents strip-mining America of Her heritage is incomprehensible to most people, even his supporters. But it’s a sacrifice that deserves acknowledgement and admiration. His courage — the courage not just to speak truth in an age of lies but to risk every creature comfort for himself and the futures of his posterity — marks him as a great man that all of us who have called the Chateau our retreat from this gay world should be proud to follow into battle.

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