Horrors From The Christian Adoption Scene

Reader ATC forwards a link to a Christianity Today article about the dark side (heh) of the Christian adoption scene. Apparently, there are lots of white Evangelical Christians who think it is their God-given calling to rescue the world’s orphans from lives of destitution, and race-cuck their own families in the process.

You have to read between the lines in theses stories for the full impact of what’s being discussed, but thankfully the context is so obvious that your inference skills don’t need to be particularly sharp.

At a church-sponsored adoption event, passionate servant-leaders unpack the clear and resounding call from the Holy Scriptures to care for orphans. Whether speaking one-on-one or in front of the larger group, they eloquently raise awareness of the plight of millions of orphans worldwide. They tell stories about the 100,000 kids in U.S. foster care who need permanent families.

Get ready to bend over and take a soul-ramming, Christian Williams’ Syndrome sufferers.

Away from the crowd during a break, these same leaders talk with one another in muted tones about their real lives at home with kids whose backgrounds are filled with suffering, abuse, neglect, abandonment and deprivation.

AKA “normalcy” back in the adopted kids’ homelands.

They recount incidents of violence and hours-long raging.

Lil’ Shitavious slapping his white momma around.

They discuss the anguish of needing out-of-home care and the accompanying emotional agony and guilt. They lament the plight of healthier siblings [ed: white siblings] who aren’t getting the attention they need.

Rachel Dolezal to the courtesy phone…

They note the stress that is added to their lives by extended family members who can’t or won’t understand and don’t help.

Here’s a clue: Psychologically normal people don’t like sacrificing their time, energy, and love for unrelated children who don’t look or act anything like themselves.

They nobly attempt to soft-pedal the grief they feel when their church families offer a quick “atta boy” but nothing more practical.

“atta boy” = “lord have mercy on them, that household is a banana republic”.

They talk about the strain in their formerly strong marriages, and the list goes on. Sleep deprivation. Secondary trauma. Hopelessness. Failure. And the feeling of being alone—so very alone.

Not to worry. Christ will reward you in the afterlife for throwing away your present-life on a doomed quest to recreate Mystery Meat Theater 3000 in your living room.

But they try to remain thankful to the One who will never leave them or forsake them.

Even as they are being left and forsaken. Triumph of delusion over stone cold experience.

They are trying to count it all joy.

They are begging God for help, for healing for their children.

And God replied, “I’m spiritual intervention. You want something more practical than that you’ll have to talk to the guy who runs biomechanical intervention. Be careful, though. He likes to cut deals.”

They pray for strength to get up and do it all over again—day after day.

I can sorta understand desperate childless couples putting themselves through this self-imposed hell, but couples with their own children, adding misery to their happiness and to their biological children’s happiness? wtf? That’s child abuse.

They don’t like who they become at times, when the stress and fatigue take their toll—but they see no other way forward.

The cops who patrol inner city ghettos agree with this sentiment.

They want to be filled with the fruit of the Spirit,

Turn your backs for a minute and your daughters might get filled with the fruit of the jungle spirit.

but survival mode is the order of the day, every day, and it can go on for years.

Suicidal Tendencies: When Separation Isn’t Possible.

While their church friends talk about sports and college and music, they talk about individualized education programs, 504s, therapists and psychiatrists.

And sleeping with their guns under the pillow.

All the adoptive families they know have versions of the same story.

The families may change but the dindu remains the same.

They love their children. They choose to love them with everything they’ve got. It would just be so much easier if they didn’t feel like they were doing it alone.

Translation: “You will love my adopted third worldlet with the same fervor as I love him, or you are evil. EVIL!”

But no matter how much they talk about their need for the help of the community around them, the help doesn’t come.

Diversity + Proximity = Abandonment.

And it’s hard to explain to church friends that a week without swear words can be a miraculous cause for celebration.

One drop of wine in mud doesn’t change the mud. One drop of mud in wine ruins the wine.

Scene 3—One Year after the Adoption Event (this is a hope for the future)

Hope is the ur-cheat clause.

You know which religious group rarely bothers with all this outgroup, extrafamilial, pathological altruism toward their distant lessers?

Maybe evangelicals could learn a thing or two from their apocalypto dream tribe.

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The Behavior Of The Slithery Reptile™

Tucked deeply into an effluvium of UGH WHITE SUPREMACY HATE HATE INTERNET HATE in the Washington Host, we observe the classic evasive behavior of the Slithery Reptile™ (subspecies, Marc Fisher).

Although the reptile’s conflation of the idea of “supremacy” with “realtalk” is typical for its swamp-dwelling genus, where we observe its natural behavior most clearly is the refusal to confront straightforwardly the details of the claims to truth made by the hated hateful hater “supremacist” groups.

“Frankly, this movement is in such disarray,” said Johnson, the 61-year-old American Freedom Party chairman, who traces his involvement to his support of George Wallace’s 1972 presidential bid. “You cannot expect there to be no retaliation by certain disaffected portions of white society when you have crime after crime by blacks against whites. People are going to rebel, and that’s what this young man did.”

Violent crime across the country has dropped to near-record lows over the past two decades; the national crime rate is about half of what it was at its peak in 1991, according to the government’s Bureau of Justice Statistics. Despite that, polls repeatedly indicate that Americans perceive crime to be on the increase.

Did you catch The Slithery Reptile’s™ flick of the forked tongue? He allows a brief airing of the hated hateful hater enemy’s legitimate grievance, only to answer it with a slithery evasion that does not address the core of the complaint. The Slithery Reptile™ knows that absolute crime numbers and disproportionate black crime are two separate and distinct phenomena, but he’s hoping you won’t notice his color change as he camouflages himself in the pattern of a faggy talk show snarkmeister and redirects your attention to a fat red herring flopping near at hand.

But we’re on to you, Slithery Reptile™! You may feel free to classify this as hate. I prefer to call it… The Shiv.

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Troll Of The Week: Violent, Criminal Playground Boys Pulling Ponytails

Reader John Bonaccorsi has either perfected the art of the parody troll or channeled a spirit of sincere mewling manlettery so ripe for mockery that it comes to us inscribed on a giant purple strap-on.

Just saw your April 8 post entitled “The Essence Of Game Condensed To A Three Second Video.” Comments are closed there, so I’m posting the following here:

Are you f—ing insane, Chateau Heartiste? Your list of recommended game-techniques now includes battery with the potential of serious neck injury? I’m old enough to remember the all-white schoolyards of the late 1950s and the 1960s; I recall clearly the sociopathic white boys who were given to actions like yanking girls’ ponytails. Any male white who’s still engaging in that sort of thing in adulthood is long overdue to be castrated, I don’t care what effect it has on any brainless white woman.

I’ve pulled a few ponytails in my young lad’s life. Little did I know the sociopathic nature of the heinous act of violence I was perpetrating on the empowered community, and how I should have been locked up with the key thrown away and my pubertal balls sent to the chopping block.

John, for your sake, I hope you are joking. Otherwise you may as well shave yourself down to a shiny infant sheen, tuck your impudent junk, and become Lena Dunham’s eunuch ass wiper. Prepare to work up a sweat.

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What’s More Pathetic Than A White Knight?

A beta orbiter white knight.

Some toolbags you just can’t reach. So you get what we have here, which is the way he wants it… well, he gets it… a pat on the blockhead and blue balls for his years of sexless service guarding the ovaries of a girl his sperm will never see.

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Mattress Girl Made A Porno

Emma Sulkowicz, that psychocunt NB4 who lied about being raped and still carries on as if her lie hadn’t been exposed, is back for more hard shivving (quite literally). She made a porno “””documenting””” her fake, totally made-up ordeal. Reader Pepe alerts the CH audience,

Remember mattress girl? Well, she made a porno *reenacting* her struggles:

http://www.cecinestpasunviol.com/

This woman has unlocked a new level of crazy. Like you can’t be this ugly and crazy at the same time.

Yes, ugly and crazy, that’s one unattractive combo. The upside is that not many men will be tempted to stick their dick in ugly, so they don’t have to worry about sticking it in her crazy either.

From the rape fantasist’s website:

Do not watch this video if your motives would upset me, my desires are unclear to you, or my nuances are indecipherable.

This is a Nimitz Class Attention Whore (and Control Freak; she wants to shove her smelly snatch in men’s faces and sadistically deny their male sexuality by demanding their desexualized consideration). And there’s no doubt she’s the type of chick (there are an uncomfortably large number of them) who gets off dreaming about a rapist having his way with her.

In the past, attention whores of this magnitude would violate only a handful of people’s lives… those closest to them. And they would be discarded once their friends and family caught on to their sickness and gave up showering them with the sympathetic ardor they crave. We see with the rise of the internet and social media that the insufferable attention whore has a new lease on her vampiric, emotion-sucking malevolence. The online world has enabled her like no BFF or doting mother could; it has not created a monster, but turned a monster into a contagion, devouring cultures whole.

America will fall like Rome did, but it will be much quicker, and more cataclysmic, thanks in no small part to social media and the rise of a night army of attention whores.

PS Eskimo.

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The Beta Orbiter’s Lament

It’s a good idea to avoid the temptation to ask a girl out on a public stage, especially if you don’t know for certain that the girl likes you “that way”. But leave it to beta males to endorse hope over (lack of) experience. A viral video of a teenager prompositioning his lust object to be his prom date ended with what must have felt like the ne plus ultra of humiliating rejections.

She was, naturally, “already seeing someone”.

The beta orbiter’s lament is always being the guy who arrives at his decision for romance too late. And when he does arrive there, his mountaintop announcement is maladroit and swiftly dismissed.

Why is the beta orbiter so clueless about the feelings of the girl he orbits? I’ll tell you what’s likely happening behind the scenes of these public spectacles of romantic rejection.

Stage One Beta Orbiter: He “hangs around” this girl he really likes, but only peripherally. Her proximity, however unattached and fleeting, strengthens his feelings for her. She, of course, is oblivious to his feelings.

Stage Two Beta Orbiter: As his love grows beyond the bounds of possible reciprocation, he projects his passion onto the girl he orbits, actively fantasizing and even beginning to imagine real indications that she is as interested in him as he is in her. She remains oblivious to his feelings.

Stage Three Beta Orbiter: Time definitely does not heal blue balls. The beta orbiter now envisions a day not too far in the future when his p will enter her v. He starts to act weirdly (more weird than usual) around her planetary trap zone, and it is at this point that she suspects his romantic interest, leaving her grappling with feelings of discomfort, but also of manipulative promise. It will be hard for her now to resist her subconscious impulse to use her beta orbiter toolbag for emotional and practical provisioning. Even the sweetest girls can give in to the lure of exploiting loyal, lovestruck beta males for asexual profit.

Stage Four Beta Orbiter: He is so infatuated and hypnotized by her platonic company, he can’t see that jerkboy pinching her on the ass as he walks by and her turning red-faced with aroused embarrassment. All the real life signals are red, and all his fantasy life signals are green. He ignores the obvious lack of interest from her and pays attention only to what he has concocted in his fevered mental masturbatorium. A collision is coming.

Stage Five Beta Orbiter: He can’t contain his feelings any more. The time is ripe! Public proposition, because it can’t fail and he wants the world to know his good fortune, or because he nurses a seed of doubt and thinks a crowd of sympathetic allies will exert just the right amount of pressure on the girl of his dreams. Horrible rejection ensues, hug from mom, lesson learned? Not always. Not often.

A beta orbiter can be rescued by a wise male buddy or mentor, and by learning game, sometime around or before Stage Three. By Stage Four, he’s a lost cause, and he’ll have to endure Stage Five humiliation to snap out of his delirium. That’s what happened to the teenager in the above story. That’s what had to happen.

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Learn To Touch Women Sooner Rather Than Later

A field report from reader Sentient nicely illustrates the importance of a fundamental game concept: kino.

From a sporting event…

Lots of outside bars in tents etc. Lots of women milling about, lots of drinking. Was with a white knight buddy. great guy but white knight to the core – even though he is pretty alpha in a lot of ways.

White knights span the male SMV spectrum, from sniveling sidekick-hopeful omega to brawling bodyguard-for-hire alpha, although most of them bunch up in the back-middle of the SMV geld curve, where lesser beta males dominate.

They all share one thing in common: Toolbaggery.

So I am in a good mood, but have to keep flirtation on a low boil with him around babysitting me. some flirting with women, at one point I am laughing and joking with a 7 and I put my arm on her bare shoulder. she is laughing.. we stroll off. He later says “man you assaulted that girl”. I’m like you can’t be serious, he says, “you touched her”. I cracked up and rolled my eyes.

Later he is busy doing something, I am getting a drink. 21 YO bartender, 5’5 and maybe 105 lbs. Very slim. My type for sure. We are bantering. I see her wrist has a tattoo on it and she sees me look. she goes into “oh you saw that, it was a mistake”. I look at her and pull her skinny arm over and look at her wrist, tracing the outline of her quarter size tattoo, “what the hell is this supposed to be?” I ask her. she laughs and says a friend did it, it was a rebellious phase. I keep tracing it and laser eyeing. Then break contact. we chat – blah blah. She is in town for the event and new job she just travels from event to event with this company. So I tease her about a young girl on the road stuff. she comes from deep backwoods OH.

So I notice the vibe is growing and she keeps coming out from behind the bar and walking 15 feet or so past me to a garbage bin to do stuff like throw out a single napkin, or a single can of beer.

Women will happily inconvenience themselves for a man who intrigues them.

So I know she is doing this for my benefit, so I can look at her. I comment on her build and ask if she dances as she walks by me again. she gives me the over the shoulder look and says no but everyone asks that. So as she comes back to me i say “come here” and put my hand out. she gives me her hand and I give her the PUA spin LOL and she lights up “whoa!” and laughs and I say she moves pretty good even though she is not a dancer, while pulling her in closer. she giggles and scurries behind the bar again. Between the infrequent customers we continue to banter.

She comes over close over the bar, I have both hands spread out past shoulder width on the bar, laser eyeing. she puts her head down but lifts her eyes to mine, a very submissive and alluring posture and then motions with her eyes to my left hand… “soooooo… Is your wife here?” I laugh and say “Oh you noticed my jewelry” and say “nah she is home” and now she is more coyly saying, “well what would she say about us talking…” I say “that doesn’t concern her now does it” and move to try and set something up for later with her. It becomes clear though that she is a No Married Guys girl and I realize I am negotiating with her about meeting up later. So I cut it off, lightheartedly, say I need to go catch up with my buddy. She says well come back she has this same spot all weekend.. blah blah.

I need to get some better game on these no married guys girls… More preparation, because 50% of the time they don’t care or ask, 25% of the time it’s a straight up turn on and that 25% of the time where they are interested but won’t budge… that surprises me and I fumble…

Thoughts?

First, your field report is a great example of the critical importance of early, boundary-crossing touch to the seduction process. Grabbing the arm of a female stranger, tracing her tattoo… these are actions almost incomprehensible to the beta male/white knight mind. If you obeyed social convention, cultural signals, and instinct, you would never touch a girl you’ve just met in this manner. And that is why you would fail.

Touching a girl throws her cognitive dissonance about courtship into stark relief. If you were to ask, most girls would assert that they would never want any man to touch them. If you were to watch them being seduced, nearly every girl would be stricken with aroused smiles as the man’s hands investigated parts of her body.

Second, your game question. If you want those 25% of girls averse to sleeping with married men, why not just remove your ring? It’s not like that additional deception atop the other deception of giving life to your extramarital licentiousness will be the one to break your moral bank.

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