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The Gaystream Media is in full-blown meltdown over Trump. He’s a man who shoots from the hip, and the media in its quest to destroy him — and don’t forget this means to destroy Heritage America who voted for Trump — has abandoned all journalistic integrity for clickbait generated by latching onto Trump’s extemporaneous riffing and completely stripping it of any context in order to frame Trump as the next Hitler.

I got to thinking what this reminds me of…women caught cheating. Confront a woman with incontrovertible evidence of her infidelity and she’ll be driven to hysterics, first denying the charge, then accusing you of distrusting her, then bashing you for being a horrible partner, then twisting your words to mean the opposite of what you mean to make herself look like the victim, then finally spitefully blaming you for pushing her into the arms of another man.

The Gaystream Media is that cornered whore, presented with solid evidence of their journalistic malpractice and zero integrity shilling for the globohomo agenda, who, knowing its credibility is shot, lashes out with hysterical fury and film reels of psychological projection. The womanish hysteria is what a busted cheating whore resorts to when the jig is up. Now all that’s left is for Trump and his supporters to hold their ground, stay firm, and show the door to the frazzled media.

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I’ve resisted turning this blog into a gossip mill, but a juicy titbit hurtled across my wired tin can that I feel impelled to comment on, if for no other reason than that it devilishly and deviously exploits anti-pozz alt-icons to corroborate timeless Chateau maxims. (In this case, “chicks dig jerks“.)

ie it’s all about my ravenous ego.

I won’t mention names, but I’m sure some readers will be able to identify the players without much trouble. Word between the sheets is that a well-known alt-right ladyhawke, a pretty petticoat by any man’s standard, had some kind of illicit romance with physiognomically-approved Based Stickman, the scofflaw 40 year old husband of a waifu and father of an Elliot Rodger who is a hero to the alt-right for bashing antifa skulls in Berkeley and beyond, (ps I approve of his actions as well, though my affiliation with the alt-anything is shall we say, peripheral).

It’s only a rumor, so take it with a dose of skepticism, but it’s a rumor that 4chan maultistes fueled when they found a photo of the smitten minx wearing the morning-after sweater of the smiting sphinx.

Moral of the story: Chicks dig jerks. All kinds of chicks. Left chicks. Right chicks. Indie chicks. Feminist chicks. Fat chicks. Skinny chicks. Lovely chicks. Lovelorn chicks. And yes, alt-right chicks.

Chicks can’t resist that charming jerkboy waving the stick of war over his head and hitting his main squeeze up for tens of thousands in bail money. I say this with no disrespect, only observational wryness. The Based Stickmen of the world get primo pussy, while niceguys who never broke a rule in their lives….don’t.

There is only One greater than the God Emperor and his minions, and His name is the God of Biomechanics. PieceBUH.

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This blog revels in peering across the lip of the abyss to gaze at the id monster lurking within, but there are occasionally news stories of human depravity so hellish that even yer ‘umble hindbrain-exposer hesitates to venture into its thickets. This is one of those stories.

A bright-eyed young boy, Adrian Jones, was tortured and eventually killed by his n166er father Michael Jones and his demonic mudshark stepmom, Heather Jones.

Two winners, here. If it’s possible for people to look like they’re demonically possessed, these two qualify. Especially the fucking grotesquely ugly mudshark. Those eyes are bringers of icy death.

The stepmudshark recorded for psychopathic posterity all the acts of terror and brutality she and her husband inflicted on Adrian. I won’t repost the photos or videos here; you can go to the link provided if you desire nightmare fuel to keep you up for weeks. Here’s a teaser of what you’ll find:

A photograph showed [Adrian] with a bar of soap stuffed in his mouth, others with injuries caused by a Taser. Heather seemed to be documenting the abuse and the injuries it caused as if she was proud of it.

Hoevers even found a message Heather had sent to an unknown person: ‘Just strapped the boy to my inversion table with handcuffs and ace bandages and put him downstairs,’ she wrote, adding: ‘the hubby wants some a** and I ain’t had none in over a week!!’

She signed off cheerily: ‘love y’all nighty night.’

Burn the coal, the kid pays the toll.
Mom is fake, stepson will break.

An under-remarked social phenomenon of mudsharkery is how the white female mudshark will tend, over time, to conform to the code of her black lover’s moral universe, which in practice often means a morality regressed from White norms and a shrunken capacity for empathy. The mudshark will make every effort to please her dikdu, and what comes of this egregious deference is a slow betrayal of her sense of right and wrong, until she’s not just rationalizing her dikdu’s worst depravities, but participating in them.

CH Maxim #14: When civilization, in societal or individual form, confronts primitivism, the latter will eventually corrupt and overrun the former absent a will among the civilized people to temporarily discard their civilized norms to save themselves from the primordial infestation.

Sometimes, this “primitivizing” goes both ways; it’s not out of bounds to say that an inordinate number of mudsharks are mentally deficient, physically repulsive, emotionally child-like, and psychologically imbalanced headcases who nurse a seething hatred of the White men who reject them. They bring their own brand of sociopathy to interracial relationships, setting up a two-way avenue to access levels of scumbaggery unseen in normal man and woman. The N166er Jones-Demon Mudshark story fits this mold. The devil gaze of this ugly hellcunt, Heather Jones, hints she turned her ebony executioner to the dark side with equal facility as his hollow soul engulfed and digested what morsel remained of her humanity. A chilling detail from the story provides evidence:

His stepmother called him ‘the boy,’ rather than use his given name. While she and Adrian’s father cared for their six girls, he was singled out for abuse of the worst kind.

A boy-hating psychobitch: your gynecracy in extreme manifestation. Where were the sisters while all this pain was meted to Adrian? Did everyone within their social circle turn a blind eye? It appears that’s the case.

Now add to the toxic stew the stepmom angle, and Adrian had no chance. Stepparents are far more likely to abuse their stepchildren than biological parents are to abuse their children. Darwinism 101: like the lion clearing out the infant cubs of the pride he just occupied, to make room for his own cubs, the stepmom will clear out the competing males from her pride to make room for more of dat azz hubby demands.

These two are part of the “diversity of family configurations” that high priest of the Globohomo Dehumanization Cartel, Emmanuel Maricon, wants all of us to welcome into the fold of normalcy. Mudsharks and stepmoms and MUH DIK and a little tape-recorded roughhousing with the young’un…there are your globalist family values. Culling hellfire, faster please.

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Some words should never be spoken aloud….unless speaking them aloud is personally advantageous.

Once upon a tingle, I had gotten into a shouting match with a girl I was dating. As is the wont of her sex, she quickly wound herself up to a height of melodrama and hysteria on the flimsiest and stupidest of pretexts, emptying a deluge of emotion that was really about an old resentment having nothing to do with the reason given for her anger in the moment.

But the shrieking and carrying on had cracked my coolasfuckness. Even an Amused Master has a breaking point. My hand slashing the air between us, I growled,

“You don’t get it! I need you less than you need me.”

Boom, drop the shrike.

Now, my statement happened to be true, but it didn’t need to be true for it to hit her id dead center. A silence swept over her, lips trembling, eyes rattling in her sockets, and her face reddened, like a baby caught in a body-quaking anticipatory soundlessness just before unleashing a wicked wail.

But instead of corking off with a femme finale of righteous rage, she physically crumpled and loosed a bitter mewl…if that’s the way you feel about me….is that the way you feel?….cause that’s just an asshole thing to say….

Reading between the lines, I knew she was saying, “I’m not ready to let go of you, so I’ll step off this ledge I walked out on.” When a girl exhales a vulnerability like “cause that’s just an asshole thing to say”, you can be guaranteed two things: she hasn’t stopped loving you, and she needed to hear that from you.

The Game lesson is to remember “I need you less than you need me” by heart, because it’ll be useful if you spend any significant time with the furor sex. It’s a condensed and concentrated form of Dread Game, which when deployed will demoralize even the most combative girlfling. Your reward will be a renewed flowering of her adoring femininity…..for a while. Generally, though, the long term prognosis for relationships that have shared a vitriol to match in vitality any love that might be present isn’t promising. Rut and roam, gentlemen. You’ve only so much life to blow on poison giney.

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Diversity + Proximity = War.

I got to thinking about this ugliest of Ugly Truths while reading a Sailer post about a review of a book written by a French “real estate theoretician” (now there’s a legitimate new job created by open borders) taking on political correctness. An excerpt from the Frenchman’s book jumped out at me.

A public-housing development is a community, yes, and one can wish that it be more diverse. But it is also an economic resource that, more and more, is getting fought over tribally. An ethnic Frenchman moving into a heavily North African housing project finds himself threatening a piece of property that members of “the community” think of as theirs. Guilluy speaks of a “battle of the eyes” fought in the lobbies of apartment buildings across France every day, in which one person or the other—the ethnic Frenchman or the immigrant’s son—will drop his gaze to the floor first.

Regular guests of Le Chateau will be familiar with the “battle of the eyes”, because it also features in dominance displays between men vying for women’s attention, and in seduction cues between men and women. (I personally love this archived CH post that advises striking a balance between unwavering eye contact and tactical distractedness when picking up a woman.)

Eye contact is a crucial indicator of a man’s self-perceived social and therefore sexual status. If he is given to promptly lowering his eyes when meeting the gaze of strangers, or of women, or of invader saracens, then he is communicating his low status. He is a beta male, and in the case of France, he is a beta male on his own turf.

Interestingly, there’s a confluence of biomechanical streams than join and flow into a delta where Game, Dominance, and Diversity mix in a toxic effluvium. Male dominance — telegraphed through various means, including body language signals — is inherently attractive to women. The ladies love men who show dominance over other men, and over women. The happy nature of woman is to submit to a powerful man; this goes doubly for careerist feminist shrikes. A woman never feels more fulfilled in the embrace of her feminine essence than when she is captivated by a man above her in all the ways that matter.

Men will always strive for dominance in one form or another over other men, because they understand beyond their conscious ken that this is the avenue to flared furrows. There will be no extinguishing of this male urge without reconfiguring humanity into something other than a sexually reproducing species. Men with kinship or national ties (but I repeat myself) can cooperate, but the dominance domino is always in the back of man’s mind, waiting to topple.

Diversity™ accelerates the internal drivers of male dominance; when a genetically and culturally distant tribe invades (courtesy of invites sent out by the globalist elites) the land of another tribe, male dominance displays are amplified and aggravated to the precipice, and beyond, of violence.

Smiling, too, is a cue of social status. Among men, toothy smiles are a signal of submission, of low status, and of low testosterone level. Smiling is context dependent; when a fighter is outmatched by his opponent, (and he knows it), he will smile more, indicating an unwillingness to proceed with hostilities (naturally, this display of submission only emboldens the stronger man).

Smiling relates to degree of Diversity™ as well. It’s no coincidence that America is both a diverse country and a nation filled with goofy smilers. Though this article‘s author doesn’t connect the dots, the real reason Americans feel compelled to smile so much is because Diversity™ imposes miseries on them and increases the contexts and opportunities for intertribal dominance displays. Sad to say that White Americans are losing this battle of the smiles; your typical SWPL isn’t smiling in the company of vibrancy because he’s friendly…he’s smiling because he’s signaling his submission to the invaders. As the emailer welcomerain wrote,

Apparently, Americans smile a lot cuz diversity.

This has many disturbing implications that the article does not explore. If we smile more to signal amiability in a diverse population, this necessarily implies that diverse populations have a lot of internal tension. In other words, Science has once again conceded that Diversity + Proximity = War.

The article does not make note of the fact that most of this smiling goes one way. Dindus maintain their thug scowls and angry pouts. Only the goodwhites supplicate with grins as immobile as car grilles.

It is by this means and toward this end that goodwhites are being forcibly betaized. This process feeds itself.

The Forcible Betatization of Western Whites is a perfect catch-all term to describe the evils of the Globohomo Inc agenda to de-White the White West: Step One: Neuter the White men.

Diversity™ will increase the need for dominance or submission displays such as “battle of the eyes” and smiling like a goof. As social trust craters, people must fall back on primal modes of interpersonal assessment, which means a return to primitive dominance and submissiveness postures to keep the social peace and prevent all-out tribal warfare. If this strikes you as a regression from European norms of social interaction to a more African-style norm, you’d be right. As a rule, when a more primitive people invade the homelands of a more civilized people, the primitiveness will push out the civilized norms, absent a show of cleansing power and the willingness to use it.

Game is partly an organic response to increased Diversity™, and in this definition I include a diversity of sexual market options. (The old meet-marry-mate rule has been tossed for a freewheeling mate-meet-manage expectations anti-rule.) The nexus of Game, Dominance, and Diversity™ becomes clearer: dominance displays must increase in a Diversitopia of both race and sexuality, and Game is perfectly situated to help men capitalize on that intensified need for communicating dominance, to acquire pussy as well as to flex power over invader tribes.

Women, for their part, are fated to submit to the strongest men, no matter what they tell themselves or write about in Salon, and a stew of competing tribes under one national flag means that White women will now be assessing the dominance scores of their White men against nonWhite men. The field of male dominance has expanded in scope, and resulting stress fractures are bound to split apart further an already frayed social fabric.

This is why the Globohomoists are intent on executing to the end their Forcible Betatization of White men; the less White men feel they are the owners of their homeland, with a government that has their backs, the more inclined they will be to submit to the globalist locust scourge. A creeping powerlessness means more stupid smiling and lowered gazes to appease the Diversity Rötherhämmerung.

Game can be White men’s salvation, giving them once again a “home of their own”, as it instills a powerful sense of self, of entitlement, of prerogative, and of mastery over their women and their public spaces. The times demand solutions that may offend the moral sensibilities of the smiling defeated.

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News clippings about shitlib/antifa White women suffering the all-too-predictable consequences of taking their anti-White ideology seriously are an almost weekly occurrence. The latest is a howler, if you’re into schadenfreude so delicious the aftertaste lingers for weeks.

Antifa Chick Goes to Turkey With Muslim Loverboy, Gets Raped and Beaten

Lacy MacAuley is a well known radical left-wing Antifa organizer in Washington D.C. She was featured in Project Veritas’ undercover videos which exposed the #DisruptJ20 plot to violently disrupt President Trump’s inauguration.

Just like every other lunatic leftist, Lacy fell in love with Islam and became obsessed with helping Syrian ‘refugees’, wholeheartedly believing that Islam is the religion of peace. MacAuley details her experience dating a Turkish Muslim man, describing the hell and fear she lived in because he controlled every move she made, beat and raped her.

You should go to the link and read about the Rapefugee Enrichment Lacy MacAuley received in her own words (she lovingly detailed her international romance on her blog, natch). A few revealing excerpts:

The first two weeks were quite the love story. I observed that he was drinking heavily, and called him an “alky,” but it was just a joke at first.

Recall CH Maxim #[X]: A woman will hold a beta male endlessly accountable for the slightest infractions while promptly forgiving an alpha male the worst transgressions.

Then came our first fight. I had wanted to interview a local woman for an article on Syrian refugees. He did not approve. He knew the woman and did not like her, so he strictly forbade me from speaking with her. After I questioned his rationale, he yelled and stormed out of the room to go smoke a cigarette. I just stood in the middle of the room not knowing what to do. Of course, as a Western woman, no one had ever forbidden me from speaking with anyone else. It was a strange feeling: Don’t I have a mouth to speak? Why can I not use it as I wish?

There was another strange feeling in her vagina: SPLOOGE. You think I’m kidding? Nope. Read on. She stayed with the inbred sandwog for more than two months of sex (nonconsensual, she claims, though this post-cock rationalization is likely subject to alternative interpretation), after experiencing numerous episodes of his charming vibrancy. #LoveWins!

I honestly think that one of the reasons that I have been silent about this for two months has been that I did not want to feed into the narrative of Muslim men being aggressive. I didn’t want to fuel hatred or racism. But silence breeds complicity, and am now telling this story in order to heal.

“I didn’t want to feed the narrative of anti-Muslim hatred or racism, so I covered up a story of a hateful, abusive Muslim man feeding the narrative.”

Are empowered feminist shitlib women sick in the head, or are social pressures and dysfunction in the West simply permitting the omnipresent female id, including its worst instincts, to break out of its cage and roam freely? Perhaps feminist cunts with a pathologically enlarged empathy gland for foreign scum are more susceptible to indulging their primitive sexual compulsions when societal guardrails are removed?

Or maybe these shitlib chicks are unattractive and lonely and ignored by the alpha White men who are in vanishing supply among their shitlib social set.

Are they just garden variety attention whores?

This is Lacy MacAuley:

Manjaw. Manlips. Thousand cock stare. A bad combo for the continuation of Western Civ. This woman is a walking biohazard sign warning that you’ll have to check your sanity and illusion of paternity certainty at the door if you get involved with her.

How many women are like Lacy, in full-throated assault against their own culture and White men as they scuttle to shitholes to sexually adopt gutter filth pets as vanity projects to affirm their twisted libshit morality and soothe their undernourished maternal instinct? A thousand? A million? Tens of millions?

Canary in a coal burner. The Lacys of the West are a wide-open omen of social collapse coming to an endocrine-disrupted globalized outpost near you.

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PS On the subject of international hedonism, was G Manifesto at the Fyre Festival?

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As the inescapable scientific and experiential reality of deeply-rooted, genetic race differences in behavior, temperament, and even morality pushes aside the lies and the hoary shitlibboleths of the equalist leftoid anti-White narrative, it’s dawning on those who normally would be amenable to hearing truths which undermine the communist Left that the ugliest truth of intractably inherited race differences might also undermine their tradcon worldview.

I have in mind Christian tradcons; not all but many of them have alluded misgivings about the genetics of race. I predict you will read many more Christian tradcons — and political “moderates” who aren’t antagonistic to religion — disavowing and slandering in strengthening language the ideology of “race realism” and anyone who assents to it. As the logical consequences of race realism (inevitable in a Diversitopia) are grasped and the ideas emerging from the theory are fully apprehended, along with what that portends for any philosophy which still clings to the penumbra of moral universalism, there will be a panic among Christian tradcons from realizing race realism is at odds with their teachings and professed beliefs.

They wouldn’t be entirely wrong in thinking this. Race realism subverts at least the superficial tenets of the New Testament. (The Old Testament was too genocidal and tribalistic to be anything but comfortable with race realism.) A generous reconciling between racial reality and Christianity/Tradconism (the Bene Gesserit Option) might suggest that post-modern Christianity has a cramped and incomplete understanding of the Bible, and that having lost touch with the more ancient, less New Agey Biblical injunctions the modern Christian is impelled to defend antiracism as a proxy for defending his religion from what he perceives as lethal heresies.

I don’t think Christian tradcons will be able to square this circle without serious cogdis and uncomfortable reappraisal of the more feminized beliefs that have overrun both Protestantism and Catholicism. Race realism could provoke a major schism in Christianity on par with Martin Luther’s rejection of Church dogma.

So be on the lookout for various “moderates” and “calmer heads” and “house eunuchs” (hi, Ross!) pressing hard with their assertions that culture matters (an anti-HBD strawman, at any rate), that not all Whites are equally impressive (also an anti-HBD strawman), that genetic influence is over-rated, that the history of Western Civ can be sufficiently understood without recourse to the genetic inheritances of the Whites who comprise it (it can’t), that life would be perfect if the nation was all-White (the ür-strawman). These nervous Christian tradcons will eventually lie and dissemble with the same facility as equalist leftoids lie to protect their worldview.

For instance, I can already hear Tradcons denying the racial basis of culture, on grounds that it’s “simplistic”; this is a catch-all word (like “nuance”) that people (mostly shitlibs and kneejerk contrarians) use when they wish to promptly and unmessily discard an idea that gives them the hives. It’s simplistic only in that it’s jarring to the modren’s sensibility. The race realism answer is that culture is indeed an emergent property of race, and that over time gene-culture positive reinforcing feedback loops set up, sculpting distinct societies (i.e., nations) from the clay of genetic inheritance of the people who create those agreeable social bubbles.

The cultures that arise from the gene source pools aren’t random configurations; cultures affirm, coalesce, and amplify the genetic traits of the people who populate them. So there’s no way to draw a red line between race and culture; the latter would be a phantasm without the former. The Alt-Right is right about this.

In short, change the genes, change the culture. This process is immediate on an evolutionary timescale. But change the culture from the top-down, say by mass migration and perniciously anti-realist indoctrination, and the genes of the native population remain the same for a long while, until enough selection pressure, stress, miscegenation, (and misery, as is the wont of the God of Biomechanics) culls those who are ill-suited to the changed culture.

Christians can reconcile their religion with race realism, but it will require a jettisoning of gathered 20th Century nostrums that have taken a hold of the Christcuck imagination. We are not all “made in the image of God“, but the Christian can console himself that the pre-feminized Jesus never taught that the sameness of man was God’s will.

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