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You are about to enter another delusion, a delusion not only of religion and guilt but of race. A journey into a wacky cult of deracination. Next stop, the Christcuck Zone!

Please take a seat, you’ll find a vomit bag in the pocket in front of you. Trust us, you’ll need it. You won’t be able to un-see the contents of this video. It will haunt you for the rest of your life, like an evil clown nightmare. But your participation is necessary, to BEAR WITNESS to the abject degeneration of White Christianity.

Notice something besides the overarching virtue whoring evident in this Semen on the Mount? Our tawdry televangelist never asked for the black guy’s name. Not once, in the whole time our divine dindu was up there on stage being used as a prop to fluff Preacher Pussyhat’s sanctimonious ego. He said, “I need a young black man”. Not, “What’s your name?” Not even, “How are you today?” Just, “I need a young black man.”

Really, that says it all about Christcuckery. These fawning phaggots don’t actually give a shit about blacks. They merely want to use them as quickly discarded tokens to morally preen before their audience of equally empty-headed sanctimony signalers who for some godforsaken reason nurse a weird shame about living a decent life in their 98% White earthly utopias.

“I need a young black man”

….to make me feel good about myself
….to manufacture a glowing self-perception of my GoodWhiteness
….to guilt-trip other Whites into coughing up bennies for the MegaChurch coffers
….to masturbate furiously while watching my wife and her buck fucker
….to alleviate the searing humiliation of raising my wife’s son
….to pick my cult followers clean
….to sit still on stage for ten minutes to prove all those Very Bad, No Good, Awful BadThinking BadWhites wrong about race differences

The charade gets even more ridiculous. Pastor PutItInMyAss tells Saint Souvenir that he is valuable and “society hasn’t told you that”. Color me shocked that a self-abasing White cuck uses the same vapid platitudes as dumbfuck feminists.

8:53 — “We bros!”

Hilariously nauseating. If “I NEED A YOUNG BLACK MAN” is the Christcuck petition, “WE BROS!” is the Christcuck atonement. Redemption is achieved by adopting a few Africans until your biological kids need twenty years of therapy.

If this is the future of White America, they deserve their overrun by barbarian hordes. Nothing worth saving here, move along.

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File under Would Bang: Brittany PettiBONE and Tara McCarthy interview Ricky Vaughn (whom I would not bang, for the record).

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German Chancellor and High Priestess of Anti-White Virtue Signaling, childless hag Angela Merkel, is going to Washington to meet the God-Emperor and, hopefully, take another one of his rhetorical shivs to her flabby fraüface.

Merkel and GayMulatto are neck and neck in the running for Most Treasonous Leader of a Western nation since Abraham Lincoln. There’s a theory floating around the shivosphere that Merkel essentially opened the floodgates to hordes of rapefugee filth because she mortally feared the bad press she would get if she sent in German troops to stop the first wave of muslim invaders at the border.

I can believe that. An old woman with no genetic lineage to care for and who is forgotten and ignored by her nation’s men has caught a deathly case of the feelz and wants more than anything to avoid ostracism by the cowardly cucks braying at the center of her social universe.

What a cünt. This is why you don’t entrust your nation’s survival to a childless lonely old woman. She’s more liable to send your people to the brink of extinction on an emotional wave of moral peacocking than she is to sagely steward the nation and preserve its character.

If Germany and the German people disappear from the face of the earth, it will be an enormous evil of incalculable loss, but it will have been ENTIRELY THE FAULT OF GERMANS.

They can stop their suicide spiral. They just need the will.

Deus Vult

or Deus Excusat.

That is the existential choice facing Germany, and so many other White nations of the West.

PS I’m tearing it up on Gab. If you wish to join the sadistic fun, it’s gab.ai, and the CH account is @Heartiste.

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Anti-Game

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Scene:

A beta, Adam, tries to be funny and sympathize with the bluehair feminists he likely sees as his only romantic outlet.

Adam recruits a sad, sleepy emoji to punctuate his male feminist cred.

One of those weirdo feminist girls, Alysse, rhetorically pats Adam on the head and sends him to bed with no promise of sex.

Artistic flourishes:

“Aw” = interjectional castration

“Feel empowered!” = “you can do it, little boy!”

“(Hint: it’s equal rights. ^_^)” = no matter how feminist-y the male feminist struggles to become, the grrlpower targets of his smarmy sympathy will feel indescribably repulsed by his utter lack of sexual magnetism and finish him off with a barely-concealed nastiness (usually involving some recapitulation of banal feminist talking points).

Anti-Game is the romance-killer. It’s worse than No-Game because it actively reduces a man’s chances to get the lay. A No-Game-having herb can stumble into a lay despite himself,  but the Anti-Game-having adams actually make their prospects worse whenever they put forth an effort.

Here’s what the above Anti-Game looks like when converted to Game:

Adam: “This is why the patriarchy gets so much done at night.”

Alysse: “um wow? what’s that supposed to mean?”

Adam: “that the patriarchy are secretly vampires.”

Alysse: *SPLOOGE*

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This story comes by way of The Sun, a Brit tabloid, so take it with a flat of salt, but if it’s accurate reporting then the Chateau doesn’t hesitate to claim that you are about to read the tawdry details of a male who can proudly wear the Cuck of the Century crown (a pink pussyhat).

Meet the man who lets his girlfriend have sex with other men…so that she doesn’t leave him.

Whoo boy, this one’s gonna be a doozy of omega male haplessness.

Before reading further, a definition of cuckoldry. The cuckolded man is one who unwittingly raises another man’s offspring because his wife (or reproductive partner in the hunter-gatherer parlance) secretly cheated on him and duped him into believing the bastard was his own.

Implied in the traditional definition of cuckold is the man’s lack of foreknowledge. We need a word to describe males who WILLINGLY and even EAGERLY acquiesce to their cuckoldry, for this debased creature is so low in sexual market value (and in dignity) that he does not even have the decency to be deceived into dishonor. He embraces his ignominy and wallows in it for the pittance of a rarely-parceled polluted pussypiece. There is more honor in the incel life.

How about SUPERCUCK to describe the open cuckold? Or CUCKTASTROPHE? KING CUCK? SCALZI?

WAKING up on a Saturday morning, Beatrice Gibbs takes one look at the naked stranger lying next to her before quickly putting on her clothes and leaving.

As the 22-year-old make-up artist walks home, she texts her boyfriend Adam Gillet to tell him she’s on her way back.

Beatrice feels no guilt as she walks through their front door – because Adam knows exactly where she has been and what she’s been doing.

The pair, who have been together for two years, have a one-sided open relationship.

Beatrice can sleep with who she wants, when she wants, despite Adam, 27, not having the same privileges.

This may be one of those times when I CAN’T EVEN may be applied with universally recognizable precision.

Beatrice….as if you didn’t already know….is a bigly obesity.

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They came to the controversial arrangement after Beatrice threatened to leave because she was unable to resist other men.

Correction: “black men”.

“I said I had to break up with him so that I wasn’t unfaithful. I didn’t want to hurt him by going behind his back with someone else.

“He was devastated and suggested we stay together but I could sleep with other people, as long as I told him who and when.

For Adam’s sake, I hope he’s literally retarded.

“It’s the perfect situation. I have a boyfriend I love but I also get to have fun with other men when I want to.”

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She says: “I don’t feel guilty as we both agreed to our open relationship. I know it must be difficult for him but it’s the only way we could be together.

“The morning I see him after a night out I do sometimes feel a bit bad, but after a cuddle and a chat it’s just us being ­normal in our usual relationship.”

That’s not a cuddle, that’s asphyxiation.

Adam claims he has got used to their arrangement.

The warehouse worker says: “I really like Beatrice and I didn’t want to lose her. I’m happy for her to enjoy herself.

“We decided this is the best way to take the relationship forward so I have become used to it. I’m not really interested in chasing other women and I know if I did then Beatrice wouldn’t be happy about it.

Oh come on, this can’t be real. A genuine eunuch would be more masculine than this nominal male. A non-obese man can’t bear to be without a morbidly obese skank so he agrees to open polyamory for her and strict monogamy for himself to ensure she stays “happy”. I doubt a rabid man-hating bitterbitch feminist could come up with supersized slutfic as over-the-top as this without wondering if it would put her REEE-cred on the line.

“I did feel jealous to begin with, especially after the first time. I still feel a pang of ­jealousy when she mentions what she has been up to, but I keep it inside. I’ve learnt to deal with my feelings about it.”

The larger revelation here is the 100% TRUEFACT that many thirsty beta and omega males suppress their natural sexual desire under the false belief that this is what persuades women to stick with them.

“Three have been one-night stands and one is a regular who I sleep with around twice a month.

“He drinks in the same clubs I do, so we hook up at the end of the night if he hasn’t gone off with anyone else.”

Fat chick doesn’t realize she’s the garbage hour last resort for whiskey dick drunk losers. Not that the whiskey matters; a blubberbutt that yuge would have a hard time feeling a two-by-four jammed up her pig poke.

Adam says: “It takes away the worry about her cheating on me, if I let her sleep with other people she comes back to me.”

I WANT TO DISBELIEVE

Beta male thirst, entitled fatties, proud sluts, scheming single mommies, willing cuckolds…..what we are witnessing is the wholesale corruption and disfigurement of the sexual market in the West. This bloated baby is gonna crash and burn big time. Soon. Buckle up.

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Sparta Doc G comments,

He’s gay. She’s his beard. That’s why he doesn’t care about her sex habits. He has no interest in them. The article is a cover.

The couple *claim* to still have sex. But yeah there is a flicker of gayface in Adam. And it’s true that gay men, not having any interest in the female form, don’t mind a coterie of fat fag hags as long as the fatties bring some sass and gossip to the friendship. It wouldn’t be the first time in history a closeted gay homosexual male took up with a fatty beard.

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Via:

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LOL. Reminder that Egghead McTraitor is a hysterically overwrought NeverTrumper and BIG FAN of the Derp State.

And yellowfang bint Louise Mensch? She’s a paranoid NeverTrumper Russophobe, former roadie whore, and self-confessed drug addict suffering mental illness. Oh, and she was a (((conservative MP))) in the Caliphate (aka Britain). LOL again!

George Pasha obviously hit pay dirt, because Twatter shitlib censors were quick to shoah his account.

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This dam is bursting and very few shitlibs have the faintest idea of the torrent of cleansing water rushing toward their super zip biodomes.

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There are friendzonings so cold that men reading about them from hundreds of galactic zones away can feel the chill in their bones.

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I’ve seen masterful vivisections of orbiters before, but this LJBF scalpel removed the fool beta’s id and placed it outside to sizzle under the hot sun. One might say our Good Christian Girl crucified Daniel’s upstart apostolic lurch.

Note that this beta orbiter is not gay. If he was, the girl would not feel compelled to append a brutally perfunctory #stillsingletho tag to her post; if the beta was gay, she would know all her friends know that he’s gay and the tag would make no sense. This was specifically a tag intended to remind both the orbiter and any real men reading that her pussy is OFF-LIMITS to the orbiter and IMMEDIATELY AVAILABLE to any man with the BALLS to JUST SAY NO to the friendzone.

I hereby declare Still Single Tho Girl to be the female equivalent of Skittles Man, Nah Man, and Bring The Movies guy. She takes emotional fulfillment from a hapless dopey beta male orbiter without giving an ounce of her sexual fulfillment in return, just as Skittles Man takes sexual fulfillment from his hapless smitten girlfriends without giving an ounce of his emotional fulfillment to them. Well OK, he gives about 12 ounces….of Skittles.

Incels and insols are not the loneliest people in the world. That distinction belongs to the friendzoned beta orbiter whose romantic loneliness is compounded by the excruciating juxtaposition of the physical and emotional nearness of his oneitis with the cosmic immensity of her sexual remoteness.

There is no loneliness worse than the tortured loneliness.

I have a powerful message for lovelorn beta male orbiters stuck in the gravitational pull of the friendzone black hole: Paying a hooker for sex is more dignified than pretending to enjoy being blue-balled by your cold-hearted lust object.

(“Why cold-hearted?”, asks the pleb. I’ll tell you why. Because EVERY chick wielding the power of the friendzone knows EXACTLY what her emotional tampon wants from her, and yet #ShePersists in draining her sexually thwarted beta buddyboy of the last drops of his dignity and often while feeding him just enough morsels of hope to keep him tagging around in asexual limbo and giving her what she wants from him….which in this case is Top Golf, dinner, flowers, ice cream, and horseback riding. The horse was her sexual outlet. Cucked by a horse!)

Recall an ancient CH maxim: Sexless resource extraction is the female version of the uncommitted sexual extraction practiced by alpha males.

If after our unconscionably stoic beta sucker Daniel gets his head straight upon blowing his load in a hooker’s strait, he can go here to read about methods for curing his oneitis, and thus releasing himself from the souldeath of the friendzone.

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