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You’re expecting a toe-curled encomium to my bedroom prowess, but as satisfying as those coital compliments are, the most flattering words I’ve ever heard from a woman are, “You make me feel like a teenager with a crush.”

Arousing a woman so thoroughly that she emotionally regresses to the state of a teen girl who can’t stop thinking about a boy who’s captured her heart is a worthy goal for any womanizer. A woman’s truest, deepest, rawest, most irreconcilable and primal love strips her ego bare of any mundane considerations of a man’s value to her and leaves her drifting on an ocean of her innocent, uncut desire.

What are the most flattering words you’ve heard from a woman?

whorefinder: “I love your rape”

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Truth serum time. I made a post of this article mostly because I wanted to float that flavortown post title over the center field warning track. It tickles me.

I accidentally slept with a Donald Trump supporter

My name is Diana. I’m a 27 year-old bartender. I met this guy on Tinder about two months ago, a few days after I’d moved from Toronto to San Diego.

On a not-unrelated note, Texas is turning blue in our lifetimes, bank on it if these immigration patterns hold. (toronto is not much better than somalia) The only escape will be TEXIT.

We’d been chatting for all of a day, and we agreed to meet at a bar in downtown San Diego. We were just going to play Big Buck Hunter and have some drinks. It was very short notice. We didn’t even exchange phone numbers.

He showed up at the bar, and he was super handsome. Like, really tall—six-foot-four or something absurd. We were wearing matching leather jackets. His Triumph Bonneville was parked outside. This guy looked badass.

Trumpiognomy.

It turned out he was pro-choice and an atheist, which was good.

A savvy womanizer knows to avoid God and abortion conversational pitfalls that could deep-six pre-sex scheming.

But the night progressed. We went out to some other bars, had some more drinks, and he invited me back to his place. I was super excited, because I was really into this guy.

It’s always dankest before the dong.

We hooked up, and it was incredible. There was a lot face-touching and intense eye contact. He was cool as hell. I was completely smitten.

BEST SEX I EVER HAD – Canadian Maples

At some point I got up and sauntered over to his bookcase, because I wanted to see what he was into. I saw a few photos, and then a David Sedaris book that I love. I asked him about the Sedaris book and he said he hadn’t read it yet. But then, right beside it, I saw a book about Donald Trump. It wasn’t The Art of the Deal or one of his how-to-succeed-in-business books. It was In Trump We Trust, by Ann Coulter. So I asked him about it. I was like, “Ha ha, this is funny.”

How sweet it is to step out with that shitlord strut *after* splitting a slut’s moistened rut.

Meanwhile I’m a Canadian expat who just moved to America. I pointed that out and he went, “No, no. It’s different.” Why? Because I’m white and in my twenties?

Well, yes. But you still have to go back.

He started talking disparagingly about Black Lives Matter. This entire conversation happened in five minutes, while I was frantically getting dressed to leave. I wasn’t there to argue, and I felt deeply uncomfortable.

Amygdala overload.

I got a Lyft home and I thought I was done with him. The next day he messaged me on Tinder. He said, “Hope you’re still not upset over politics LOL.” I explained that it’s hard for me to remain attracted to someone whose views are so different from mine, and who believes in bigotry and xenophobia—which sucked, because the sex was amazing.

Five minutes of shitlord….

Then he said, “Not accepting other people’s beliefs is the definition of bigotry.”

*tips maga hat at her, grabs pussy* “One more to remember me by.”

So apparently it was my fault.

This is womanspeak for “It was my fault”.

He sent me a “hey” message a week later, which I never replied to.

FaceSavingThatNeverHappened.txt

I couldn’t do it again. It feels taboo to sleep with a Trump supporter.

“If this is taboo, I don’t want to be virtuous.”

But here’s the thing: I’ve slept with a lot of people in my life.

#SlutsWithHer

This guy ranked in the top five.

The other four were Putin fans.

Btw, if she’s mounted enough cock to assemble a “top five”, it’s a good bet her total cock count numbers in the hundreds. Marriage material!…….for a beta.

I thought maybe I’d try him again one night at 3 a.m., when I was drunk enough to overlook his political views. But I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

This is womanspeak for “I did it”.

I don’t want to wake up next to a guy who blames Mexicans for his woes and thinks “bigly” is a word, no matter how handsome he is.

And yet she wrote about that “uncomfortable” evening from two months ago. She can’t stop thinking about him.

Everything she wrote is typical female hamster rationalization for loving a charming Trumpboy. She wearily and half-heartedly hunts for his flaws to absolve herself of personal responsibility while simultaneously craving the invading force of his Trumpenrod. Betabitch BernieBros and mangina Hill shills wept.

This man’s MAGA Game is tight. He wins a green Pepe condom. Feels good man.

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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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Journolisters are upset that Americans hate them and are derisively insulting them as Hillary shills and Democreep Party propagandists, instead of praising them for their work as shills and hacks.

Journolisters have spent the last fifty years shitting on their profession and abandoning any pretext to ethics or objectivity. They have debased and discredited themselves so completely that, as WikiLeaks has exposed, they now collude with thecunt campaign to carry her to the Presidency.

Journolisters are zero integrity scum. Regular Americans are right to insult them and to strike fear in their hearts. Fear wonderfully focuses minds, especially the rotten, twisted, malevolent, lying minds that inhabit the shitlib skullcases of journolisters.

Faster, please.

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PA (and Orwell) on leftoid establishment media whores.

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I loved this comment by TicklingTimeBomb describing the Life Cycle of the White Urban Shitlib (WUS for short).

I live in the urban educated white demographic being talked about here.

If I had to hazard an anecdotally-informed guess, it’d go something like this:

Urban educated whites start families very late. So they spend a LONG time without kids, often with good or great jobs, enjoying all sorts of DINK goods and services that cities can provide. And their views on government are often, mostly, at the level of abstractions and virtue signalling. And a lot of them are in the weird situation that they have quite a lot of disposable income, which means they feel pretty economically secure from one vantage point… which leads them to having lots of moral outrage about the plight of minorities who are their neighbors (from a few neighborhoods over) and who use the failing schools and suffer all the gang violence. So they feel Privileged. [ed: the source of tikkun olam] And yet on the other hand, they also feel incredibly economically pinched, because of insane housing prices, and student loan debt, and the need (down the road) for paying for private schools, which contributes hugely to them putting off family formation, along with social norms from their peers about it not being a big deal to start families late, and to have few children.

If you’re this person, the idea that government should step in and make it easier for you to start a family is pretty understandable. It sucks to be hitting your mid/late 30′s and thinking your life is just on hold for ever. OF COURSE, you’re actually right in this case. You SHOULD be looking to government to step in… because in the places where people can afford houses, like in major Texas cities, government absolutely does play a huge role in setting zoning, tax, and regulatory regimes that are pro-growing-the-middle-class housing supply. Ironically.

What I have seen, over and over, is that white educated urban dwellers have their first kid, weather a year or two trying to make it work, and then either their kids gets too big for their apartment and starts needing school, or the lack of yards starts grating, or they have a second kid, and they end up giving up, and abandoning the city. And then they move out to the suburbs, have their attitudes change, start seeing the other side of policy discussions because they now have kids and so have skin in the game, and they’re now surrounded by neighbors with a different set of social norms about family and government – hell, maybe they even join the local megachurch because they think the socialization will be good for their kids. They might still be socially liberal in some sort of airy abstract way, but at a nuts-and-bolts level, their tax dollars are segregated to people like themselves. And because they’ve moved, the norms of the cities they’ve had to abandon remain basically static. These people’s attitudes and world views change, but they bring those changes with them somewhere else, only to be replaced by younger versions of themselves in the city with their former attitudes. It’s like a standing wave.

This isn’t just purely theory – I’ve watched this process happen with people I know a bunch of times.

It’s tragicomic ’cause it’s true.

wuslifecycle

The point about cities being essentially “standing waves” of shitliberalism is spot on, and the reason why densely-populated cities will never politically convert to light blue, let alone pink or red. (A good test case of this assertion is to create a new city along the coast populated with only very conservative people bussed in from middle America. Will the city gradually turn blue, or will it be the deep red of the people who moved there and enjoy its hedonistic escapes?)

Cities aren’t just population sinks; they’re shitlord sinks. Any starting population of shitlords in a city won’t be able to sustain itself because the shitlords will “boil off”, leaving for the suburbs or countryside where their values and aesthetic don’t provoke aneurysms in the locals.

Of course, the shitlord sink theory of urbanity competes with the theory of heritable political disposition, but my thinking is that inherited dispositions (and their relation to reproductive fitness) are positively or negatively affected by the Weltanshauung of one’s human habitat; i.e., gene-culture co-evolution.

The one child-per family formation of WUSes mathematically means that their population will halve each generation, eventually meaning their extinction. So how do the cities continue functioning if there are fewer WUSes every year who feel an affinity for the anonymous child-free fucking of city life? (“put condom dispensers in grade schools, BIGOT”)

OPEN BORDERS IMMIGRATION is one method cities are replenished. Another city replenishment program is accomplished through the anonymous urban environment acting as a matchmaking service substitute for what used to be the concern of parents, church, and community, drawing in prime age hotties and high horny level anime aficionados on the promise of endless unencumbered sex and romantic interludes while dining at sidewalk cafes (but don’t make eye contact with the glowering google strutting by!).

tl;dr There’s a reason the anti-White and anti-Heritage America globalists want to herd everyone into dense urban spaygrounds modeled after Calhoun’s rat experiments (which they sell by exploiting environmental concerns about “sprawl”). City life is a shitliberalism factory with a handy expiration date built-in for the hated native stock.

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The woman who was the subject of Trump’s private “pussy grab” bro banter with Billy Bush is seen here in a 2005 interview discussing her time with Trump when he was on the set of her soap opera to make a cameo appearance. Start at 5:30:

“You recently worked with Donald Trump. Did you flirt with Donald?”

“I did flirt with Donald. He is so cute and charming.”

Arianne admitted that since she had gotten married, she became a lot flirtier with other men.

This video puts the lie to those wilting flowers, cucks and manlets and white knights in particular, who think that an alpha male’s locker room banter means he “hates” women. Nothing could be further from reality. The brash alpha, like Trump, is one way in (assumed) confidence with male friends and another way with female love interests. Anyone who doesn’t understand this social dynamic is a shut-in or an outcast. Or a disingenuous fag, like cuckryan.

Anyhow, while fake phony fraud cuckryanistas bleed out of their wherevers lamenting Trump’s “objectification” of and lack of “reverence” for a flirty soap actress who revered Trump and enjoyed his objectifying charms which left her with good memories of his company, normal psychologically balanced heterosexual men and women get that beautiful starlets will throw themselves at a famous rich man like Trump and that this doesn’t mean an oppressive patriarchal rape culture is about to descend on America, nor does any of it indicate that Trump is a misogynist any more than it would indicate that Arianne is a misandrist.

Bottom line, this latest outburst by the betabitch crybullies is nothing but the release of suppressed resentment at alpha male Trump for reminding the cucks what failures they are with women and reminding the feminist cunts what failures they are at attracting men like Trump.

PS Keep in mind these cucks mewling about Trump’s raunchy private sex talk are the same degenerate hypocrites marching in gay pride parades and supporting slut walks. BAKE THE DAMN CAKE, BIGOT.

PPS A massive spontaneous rally of support for Trump erupted today in NYC when the God Emperor himself appeared outside his Trump Tower. thecunt will never feel this kind of love. Never. And it eats her up inside, what little is left to eat up.

PPPS Here’s video of thecunt and gross fatbody lena dumpham discussing Lenny Kravitz’s dick.

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From personal experience, I can tell you [REDACTED].

Candy is dandy, and liquor is quicker, but for pickup power-ups nothing beats the white stuff.

A commenter at West Hunter tangentially makes the case for cocaine as the premiere Game drug.

Weird thing is, the coke users are also assholes before they run out. Most accurate film depiction of cocaine: the folie a deux sequence in Boogie Nights where two talentless and tasteless porn morons imagine they are promising musicians. Whoever wrote that knows the secret of stimulant-induced mania.

About withdrawal: it’s the alcoholics who die, and to a lesser extent the benzo-ites.

Heroin addicts don’t die from withdrawal, but do when they quit and suddenly go back, thanks to dosage errors.

Coke heads die of CHF and the like…or they get killed by sober people who can’t stand their endless self-absorbed chatter. Think Sheen circa 2010.

Coke abusers are assholes, but as we all know chicks dig assholes. There’s a well-documented and field-proven effect of overconfident men stimulating the sexual arousal systems of women. Imperturbable self-confidence, irrational or justified, is lightning to a lass’s limbic lobe.

PUAs of the worthwhile sort impress upon neophytes the importance of cultivating a “strong frame” or “inner game”, which is jargon for self-confidence, whether conventionally warranted by external achievement or derived from internal mental machinations. Cocaine mimics — quite a lot more quickly — the effects upon one’s behavior and attitude of having a fertile Inner Game brainscape. It can therefore serve as a seduction accelerant if taken at the right dose (a bump’ll do ya, or so I’ve heard), albeit the benefits are a temporary boost that come with a load of bummer withdrawal symptoms.

A soberly developed Inner Game is far preferable, because it’s a self-regarding high that lasts longer than fifteen minutes, and when inevitable down times arrive the crash isn’t all the way to the cortical cellar.

That said, if you’re a frightened beta bunny who can’t quite summon his Inner Bear to approach and dazzle women, you could consider availing yourself of the alpha-channeling benefits of a small pharmaceutical intervention. Just try not to get used to it.

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