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Dylann Storm Roof (dat fuckin wigger name), the Charleston church shooter, looks like the even more soulless twin of Adam Lanza, Sandy Hook school shooter. Same misshapen omega male face, minus a score of IQ points.

CH predictions:

– Roof will have been on some sort of feminism-approved psychotropic drug, like Adderall, since boyhood.
– Roof will have been at some point diagnosed with mental difficulties, and spent time in remedial classes. He looks like he’s got a touch of the Downs.
– Roof will have never had a real girlfriend, or will have suffered a recent “break-up” by a girl he thought was his girlfriend but who herself thought he was just a friend to her.
– Roof is a virgin.
– Roof has a manifesto hiding somewhere.
– Roof will have been raised in a broken family, by a single mom.
– Roof was a high school outcast.
– Roof had a gay episode in his past, possibly sexually abused by a gay (black?) authority figure.
– Roof is an avowed atheist.
– Roof has logged years worth of World of Warcraft play.

Reminder: White mass shooters are often afflicted with clinical mental illness, falling well outside the norm for their race. Black killers often fall well within the norm for their race. Crime stats don’t lie. I suppose to get around this uncomfortable reality one could always argue that a higher proportion of blacks than whites suffer from mental disorders and psychopathy. Heh.

UPDATES

So far, one CH prediction appears to be true. Roof was on a pharmaco-therapeutic agent called suboxone, to treat addiction. The drug is known to be associated with violent outbursts.

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Was Dylann Storm Roof a sexually aggrieved White Knight? If this holds up as factual, he supposedly said to one survivor “…you rape our women…this is why you have to go”. This goes to an observation I have about especially earnest white knights: The in-your-face, quick-tempered white knight who looks for any opportunity to rush to a m’lady’s defense is usually a dude who can’t get laid. He sublimates his sexual failure into a quixotic quest to defend all maidens’ honor, imagining the righteous pose somehow imbues him with the sexual allure he so desperately wants.

Was Roof a failure with the white women he desired but couldn’t get, and did this rejection drive him to the extremes of white knightery, culminating in murdering the symbol of his torment, the fantasy mandingo AMOG? Or, alternately, was he cucked by a black guy, and instead of blame the white girl, he exonerated her from responsiblity and focused all his incel rage on the interloper?

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Ramzpaul puts his brass ones on the table and won’t let you look away.

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A second CH prediction about Roof has come true. Roof did indeed pine for a white girl who chose to mudshark rather than be with him.

Scott Roof, who identified himself as the suspect’s cousin, toldThe Intercept that “Dylann was normal until he started listening to that white power music stuff.” He claims that “he kind of went over the edge when a girl he liked starting dating a black guy two years back.” He added, “Dylann liked her … The black guy got her. He changed. I don’t know if we would be here if not …” then hung up the phone.

“Over the edge” is something you frequently hear about people who are later revealed to be schizophrenic. Roof’s cucking at the hands of a black guy was the likely trigger for a psychotic break. Also, it sounds like this girl “he liked” either wasn’t aware of Roof’s ardor or was and had him firmly wedged in the friendzone.

From the same article, a third and a fourth CH prediction are validated. Roof was from a broken family, (unclear who raised him, but probably his single mom), and “[r]ecords show he attended ninth grade twice, and it appears he dropped out after that.” Roof was, literally, a high school outcast.

Chateau Heartiste, your first stop for personality profiling.

FYI, expect to see more of this white omega male cuck-rage if the fad of prole white chicks fucking blacks and friendzoning whites picks up any perceptible steam. Not condoning, only describing human nature and how it’s best not to fuck with ancient genetic algorithms.

Which is all to say….

Game can save lives!

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A bevy of armchair psychologists (including yours truly) have attempted to explain Rachel Dolezal’s motivation for renouncing her white race to pass as a high yella black woman. Among the theories: She’s an average-looking white woman but a striking black woman, and she wanted to look sexier by whatever means available; she was gaming the System for affirmative action college and career freebies; she was an acute sufferer of a culture-wide manifestation of Stockholm Syndrome; she has a legitimate mental illness which, for obvious reasons, Narrative-subsumed psychologists are loath to classify or investigate; she loved the outpouring of sympathy and deference she got as a black woman; she was exacting a perverse vengeance on a white ex-boyfriend she never got over.

But, I think reader Laguna Beach Fogey gets closest to the prime impetus for Dolezal’s twisted Sybil self-erasement,

Observing her Christian missionary parents doting on their black babies and converting the noble savages in Africa, eventually young Rachel came to equate being black with being loved.

What a fucked up family. Could you imagine this poor girl, who in her girlish youth could have yodeled from atop a Swiss Alp, having to compete for her parents’ affection with a swarm of third world megafauna? I suppose the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, but the tree can provide a lot of cover for the fallen apple to rot unmolested on the ground.

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In a normally functioning social dynamic, less attractive women (and lower status men) behave more deferentially toward their betters than do hotter women (and higher status men) toward their lessers, because the beta of each sex seeks to gain social standing by ingratiating herself or himself to pack leaders, (and because threatening the social hierarchy carries great risk).

But sometimes the behavioral properties of the pecking order get scrambled, as often happens when intersex feedback loops are introduced, and we observe contingent social phenomena occur such as when less attractive girls act bitchy when they believe beta males are making advances on them.

Reader Colonel Spartak illustrates this well, with an anecdote that reveals much about the female ego and its response to different sexual market stimuli.

[Beta males] get bitter about women because the women they hit on are much more likely to be bitches. As you have said previously, the 8s and up are hit on less regularly than the 5-7s who the lower smv value males hit on. These 5-7s are often bitchy, partially because they are suffering from the cuntishness endemic to the western womyn and partially because they are bitter themselves.

Case in point. Last weekend a DJ friend of mine took me with him to a club which was filled with 16-19 year olds. We were there for an hour, so I took off to the dance floor to make some conversation with the resident poon. The first girls I talked to were a group of straight 6s who were standing watching the dancing, and I asked them if their parents knew they were out. The one girl replied to me ‘how old are you, 47?’ and not in a playful way, in full on viper mode (I’m a youthful 37), so I told her I was 72 and my old age home had given me a free coupon to the club. I left them and 10 mins later approached two solid 9s at the bar and said exactly the same thing. I struck up a conversation with one of them, who was really friendly and kept asking me how old I was. I wouldn’t tell her and eventually she guessed I was 28.

That’s not the first time I have experienced savage put downs by unattractive women both irl and on Tinder. Some lower smv women prop up their self esteem by being bitches to men who approach them because in some way it must allow them to feel like they are emulating the behaviour of women with higher smv and like they have choices (ultimately they don’t). Higher SMV women have less to prove to themselves and others.

That last paragraph gets to the heart of the matter. Quite often, LSMV girls will act bitchy toward men, even high value men, because this is their only chance to feel, for a very short moment in the sun, the thrill of being an in-demand hot babe with the consequence-free privilege of rejecting suitors left and right. The LSMV girl is, through the egoistic palliative of her phony bitchiness, playing the role of the beautiful girl with tons of options and the self-entitled, my-shit-don’t-stink attitude that goes with all those options.

Of course, the put-on is self-defeating. An LSMV girl bitching out an alpha man leaves him no worse for the wear, especially when higher quality poon is a few feet away and willing to treat him nicer. Beta males don’t lose much, either, for they have avoided entanglement with a cranky bitch who will never stop resenting any beta she settles with into aromantic despair. The real risk to beta males is the growing bitterness that will gradually erode their self-confidence and strip from them any latent natural charms they could develop, for few betas can endure without ill-effect a constant stream of bitchiness from sub-par girls with bruised egos.

The biggest losers are the middling girls who engage in this sort of temporary, impulsive ego gratification at the expense of beta males too nice and generous to know when they are being played for a cunt’s ego prop. These bitterbitches will spend their fleeting prime nubility years in loveless pump and dump scenarios, in the last alone and wondering where it all went wrong, or having to settle far lower down the male desirability scale than they would have if they had ditched the bitch act and got serious about cultivating that sweet, feminine woman inside before youth abandoned them.

Emulation of alpha behaviors really only works for men; ugly girls can emulate the behaviors of cute girls till the cows come home, but because their raw appearance is the alpha and the omega of their desirability to men (at least at the first few meets), such alpha female emulation by fugs will land with a thud at the retreating feet of men rightly casting them off as that most loathsome of creatures: the screwed-up bitch who’s outer ugliness amplifies her inner ugliness.

For men who want more choice in women, and value the crimson pill knowledge that will help them deal with the phony puffery of plain janes icing their player vibe, the first thing to know is never to take an NB4’s bitch facade personally. You aren’t the only man upon whom she’s unloaded her species’ peculiar psychological issues, and you won’t be the last. Water off a duck’s back.

Understanding will increase your confidence as well. Accepting women for what they are, you’ll come to appreciate those times when you’re the target of a homely woman’s nastitude as evidence that you’re far above her lay grade. It’s like a shit test; when you get one, you know the girl is grappling with a bean-budding arousal for you.

Second, know too that a bitchy mediocrity can be leveraged into romance with a pleasant hottie. If the bitchy NB is part of a larger group, calling her out with wit can intrigue the better girls in her company. “I’m sorry, you must have me mistaken for a man who broke your heart.”

Even a mediocre bitch can be turned, if for some strange reason you relished the challenge of notching a night of mediocre sex. Playfully evading her taunts, reframing, and finally gently chiding her for hiding her true feelings under the mask of a tough girl really crying out on the inside for someone who “gets her”, is a (painful, laborious, four-hour) formula for seducing the nasty NB5 of every man’s fantasy.

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Mr GS passes along the story of the battle-toad.

I was out last summer and my friends and I were flirting with whatever female passed by. Anyways, a plump (-5454085/10) girl walks by and hears our hilarity ensue with the females we are joking around with; I’m still not sure, but I think she might have known these women we were speaking to? Anyways, to be friendly I jokingly flirt with her as well to keep things moving, and without a pause she says “You are the most disgusting thing I’ve ever seen” to which I fire back “Well my mother would disagree with you;” the two girls we were initially joking around with laugh and kind of look at this plump-porker in a weird “are you serious?” way.

A warpig of this calibur is not going to get me down with her comment, but in this scenario, where two good-looking men (I’d say my friend and I fall into the 8-9 category looks wise), it seemed out of place. The warpig persisted, “No seriously, you guys are just fucking lame. You are just disgusting.” This battle-toad swung her axe and was trying to cut deep; “did a guy who looked like me molest you or something?” Miss Piggy’s donut-scanners widen and she stares at me in shock (I don’t care if I seduce these other females now, Miss Piggy ruined my fun). “Really???” the battle toad exhales in disgusted awe, “you shouldn’t joke about people getting molested!!” I smirk, “well I’m sorry you got molested.”

Anyways, I can continue my story, but the point is the last paragraph is spot on. I assume her two relatively good looking friends (if they even fucking knew her since they were distancing themselves from her) made her jealous that she was not a part of the fun, and she decided to reject before she could get rejected.

Preemptive rejection is a favorite tactic of the left-behinds. The battle-toad would rather swing her axe than suffer another second of invisibility.

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They weren’t born that way, they were made that way, by repeated failure with women in the sexual marketplace. Their romantic failure is a consequence of their inexperience, lack of game, and their poor understanding of female sexual nature, each reinforcing the other in a feedback loop of infinite incel, until marriage at 33 to a dumpy hausfrau (and they are legion).

But there’s another, even crueler and more invidious, reason why beta males become bitter about women:

Women treat beta males worse for no reason other than that they aren’t alpha males!

As we learned from yesterday’s post, a study has found that women who are rejected by an alpha male experience a surge of bitterness and bad feelings that they then dump onto any beta males unlucky enough to be next in line for the faire maidens’ hands.

Now, a question for the tough guys who like to dump on the bitterbetaboys (and CH stands accused along with the sadistic rabble): If women are autonomically treating beta men like shit, through NO FAULT of the beta males’ own, might it stand to reason that a legitimate explanation for beta male bitterness and romantic failure is their parallel sexual market reality in which they have to deal with cranky, bitchy, demeaning women who are pissed off that they didn’t get the alpha male of their dreams? Just sayin’.

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Chateau Heartiste, 2009:

Maxim #101: For most women, five minutes of alpha is worth five years of beta.

¡SCIENCE!, 2015:

Resisting Connection Following Social Exclusion: Rejection by an Attractive Suitor Provokes Derogation of an Unattractive Suitor

Social psychologists theorize that individuals seek connection following rejection. However, accepting connection from a low status other may imply that one is of similarly low status, which may call into question one’s prospects for future acceptance. Thus, we hypothesized that rejection would lead individuals to distance themselves from a low status other even when the low status other is accepting. In two studies, single, heterosexual, female participants received simultaneous acceptance/rejection feedback from one physically attractive man and one less attractive man. As predicted, rejected individuals derogated their rejecters as indicated by a decreased desire for affiliation and more negative evaluations. Moreover, participants rejected by the attractive man also derogated the unattractive man even when the unattractive man offered acceptance. These data may shed light on specific circumstances under which rejection leads to antisocial behavior.

It’s a bit circuitous, but the relevance of this study to CH Maxim #101 becomes clear once we accept the premise that “five minutes of alpha (male)” is to women, for all practical purposes, a rejection. “Five minutes of alpha” is an aesthetic interpretation of a one night stand or a short fling that ends without any commitment extracted by the woman from the man. A woman WILL feel the sting of commitment rejection in much the same way a man will feel the sting of sexual rejection; and yet, the fleeting pleasure of an alpha male’s attention can ruin a woman for all promise keeper beta males to come after.

This is what the study uncovers, in its sphere of examination. Women “rejected” by the alpha male were more likely to be a bitch to the lesser/beta male. That sting of rejection the women felt from the alpha, and the ensuing bitterness about it, redounded to the betas a hundredfold.

Conclusion: If you are a beta male… STOP DROP AND MOLD yourself into an alpha male. Also, the more alpha fux a woman has accumulated over her prime fertility years (without commitment from any of them), the worse she’ll behave toward any beta males unfortunate or stupid enough to take on the role of her sloppy sixtieths.

Again, we see the wisdom, first dropped at CH and later confirmed by 😎SCIENCE😎, that men who want admiration, devotion and loyalty from a lover would do well to avoid dating (or god forbid marrying) any woman who could challenge them in the bed post notch department. Virgins aren’t prized the world over for no reason.

But, please, feel free to pump and dump those “dick is abundant and low value” try-hard feminists and add to their future beta husbands’ misery.

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Via F_McGillicudy, who rightfully earns this week’s SOTW.

In case you were wondering about the absurd backstory.

Dolezal sounds like an anti-anxiety med. Fitting.

Mockery will destroy leftoid equalism. Joyous, unbridled, exuberant mockery. Unleash the Cracking.

Comedy Hour isn’t over yet:

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Beta males regularly commit three mortal sins that banish them to the Hell of Incel. They are listed here. Why are the Big Three Beta Male Sins against love of a mortal nature?

One, the sin involves a grave matter (failure to succeed at the Prime Darwinian Directive).

Two, the sin is often done with full knowledge of the uselessness of the act. Pubertal beta males can be forgiven for their ignorance of female nature, but older beta males have no excuse.

Three, the sin is done with the full consent of the will. Few beta males have ever been coerced or otherwise extorted to behave in ways that kill their chances with girls. He turns off girls all on his own.

Beta Male Mortal Sin #1

DEFENSIVENESS

When beta males are tested by women, their instinct is to crouch into a defensive ball like a cornered kitten, minus the claws and fangs. Defensiveness is the beta male go-to strategy, and it fails spectacularly every single time.

For instance, if a beta male is caught eyeballing another woman, his girl buddy might chastise him with a sneering “You think she’s cute,” in response to which the beta male is likely to apologetically self-renounce something along the lines of “I wasn’t looking at her,” or “Nah, she’s not my type.”

This, naturally, ruins the nascent flirtatious vibe that the girl buddy (and formerly potential girlfriend) was trying to stoke. She will typically respond to her Pyrrhic female victory over the submissive beta male by mentally shoving him deeper into the LJBF confinement zone.

The alpha male, by way of contrast, would reply “Yeah, she’s cute,” and leave it at that. A torrent of vagina tingles are sure to flow.

Beta Male Mortal Sin #2

STRAINING

Straining, or what is colloquially known as try-hardery and more substantively as approval-seeking behavior, is the second romance killer bug in the beta male character code. The straining beta male is the guy whose joke to impress a girl falls flat, who then tries to compensate by emphasizing the point of the joke to a crowd growing increasingly uncomfortable with his inability to ride the wave of his social miscue to a safe landing.

The straining of the beta male is evident in any number of ways: Multiple, lengthy texts to a girl replying once to him with a one-word quip; professing his love to a girl three weeks into a dating cycle; profusely apologizing for slights imagined in his head or concocted in the head of a sadistic woman; m’ladyism run amok; quoting Shakespeare in hopes of arousing a woman he considers his intellectual peer; buying a fresh round of drinks each time he enjoys the warming breeze of a batted, manipulative eyelash; bragging in the most transparently self-serving manner about his accomplishments as an office drone; and, most humorously, sometimes literally chasing after a girl leaving da club, whom he talked with for ten seconds.

Straining is a close cousin of bitterness, which women recoil from at emotional distances that are the square of the distance of the beta male’s pointless crotch to the woman’s turtling labial folds.

Beta Male Mortal Sin #3

PHYSICAL AWKWARDNESS

Hoverhand. An air kiss at the end of a tepid date. A dainty touch on a girl’s shirt sleeve before quickly withdrawing for fear of offense. A hug entered at a bad angle, bodies clashing discordantly. A sweet nothing whispered five feet from a girl’s ear. Body stiffness. Jerky head movements. Darting eyes. Deeply pocketed hands. Shuffling feet. Excessive nodding in approval that is mistaken for true bonding. Relentless smiling. Overeager laughing at a girl’s typically horrid stab at humor.

You’ve seen it in action, (maybe you’ve been prone to the same), the physical awkwardness of beta males is palpable, and palpably desiccating to all vaginas within a ten-mile field of view.

Physical awkwardness is even worse than social awkwardness, for a social misstep can be ignored, retrofitted into a social triumph, or quietly forgotten with the passing of an hour’s worth of masterful romantic interlude. But evidence of a physical discomfort with the boundaries of a woman’s body and heart is an unrecoverable betrayal of anhedonic beta maleness and inexperience bedding, as Amy Schumer, feminist blowhard, might say, “fuckable” girls.

You can get away with a lot of socially obtuse miscues if your body language speaks of the pompetous of love.

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Almost all beta males share these three mortal vibe-killer sins. One of these sins could deep-six a beta’s chances with a girl; often, a beta male will commit all three sins in the course of a single evening in mixed company.

If you are a beta male who knows he must make penance for his sins against the one holy, catholic, and apostolic Church of Poon, then I have good news for you. Simply ridding yourself of the stain of the Three Beta Male Mortal Sins —

Defensiveness
Straining
Physical Awkwardness

— will pay outsized dividends towards the balance sheet of your love life. Any further spiritual development after that soul cleansing will be gash gravy on an already promising poon vocation.

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