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Days of Broken Arrows writes,

I’ve noticed that no one — and I mean no one — despises Trump quite like barren older women. As with Sarah Palin, they seethe with envy because fertility. The biggest anti-Trumpers I know are dried up old tarts.

I think this is right. Basically, Trump’s biggest haters are TheCunt’s biggest supporters. Which is fitting. This epic cage match is, when you boil it down, a war between White self-annihilators and proudly fertile Whites (using fertile in both the biological and cultural meanings). Existential, you might call it.

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An early 30s woman I know through a lover likes to regale friends who will listen with tales of her sordid sex life. (If you want to know what happens to a woman’s vagina if she’s still single by her thirties, think of a flowering rose…mashed into a slab of ground beef.)

One of her adventures included a break-up with a caddish loafer, followed by a two month-long rebound “””boyfriend””” who was dumped one month after her ex-jerkboy sent her a two word text (accompanied by a thumbs up emoji) at 1am: “wut up”. Sometime during her fling with the rebound, she openly stated when he was out of earshot that he wasn’t a serious contender and that little did he know she was fucking her ex-jerkboy on the side (her ardor obviously reignited by his eloquent late-night text). Oh, and to add colorful detail to the story, since she “didn’t have those kinds of feelings” for the rebound boyfriend, she withheld her pussy from him and only permitted mouth and anal access.

To her ex-jerkboy’s credit, he wisely said no to getting back together in a relationship context.

Let me just preface here that the clearest view of women’s true sexual nature is from the vantage point of a man who has gotten “in”, in every sense of the preposition, with a crowd of attractive young women. You will hear, and sometimes see, and occasionally participate in, everything that the average bumbling beta male does not. If observed patterns at the individual level are indicative of general behavior at the societal level, then the view is a disillusioning one indeed for those who nurture a streak of quaint romanticism.

A thought intrudes: What would the sexual market look like if all men, appeasing betas included, had first-hand knowledge of women’s most intimate goings-on? Women have a vested interest in maintaining a quasi-lockdown on unsanitized information about their sexual behavior reaching the mass audience of potential male suitors. But if men had Pussy-vision — that is, if men could see women’s secret world through the cylindrical scope of their vaginas — how would the sexual market change?

Would, say, the rebound man in the story above, if Pussy-vision pinkly illuminated the world of women for him, have continued dating and investing his time and money and energy into this girl who refused him her vagina but gave it freely and furtively and concurrently to an ex who invested nothing in her that didn’t require more than a perfunctory text solicitation?

What about other female behaviors that most men, especially White men, consider distasteful or even depraved and evidence that the woman exhibiting them is unworthy of marriage, or a carton of Skittles on her birthday? How would the typical White man respond if he suddenly knew that the bubbly HR girl he has started dating once shacked up with a black guy who left her with a bruise and an abortion?I’ll cut to the lace.

These rhetorical questions answer themselves. If Pussy-vision were real, the sexual market would change radically, and not to the benefit of women or of society. You’d see a lot more pump and dumping, a lot fewer engagement rings and $40K wedding circuses, and increased market demand for sexbots, virtual reality porn, and libido-numbing interventions.

Alpha males would hesitate more to commit, greater beta males would kick out the last leg of their pussy pedestal and consequently score with more women, lesser beta males would shy from asking girls out even more than they already do, and omega males would, to women’s consternation, become bolder in asking for raunchy sex, not unjustifiably assuming that skanks who have taken it up the pooper on first dates might not have a properly functioning discretion filter.

These would be the immediate effects. Eventually, (if Pussy-vision were real), the wholesale abandonment of men from the LTR and marriage market would drive women’s behaviors in the direction of chasteness, modesty, low partner count, deference to male prerogative, and vulnerable femininity, (and away from mudsharking, you bet your ass). Hmm, not unlike how it used to be prior 1960 or thereabouts.

So, did pre-1960 American men have Pussy-vision? In a way, they did. No, they weren’t seeing the world close-up through women’s vaginas, but the culture was a healthy one that acted as a proxy Pussy-vision instrument, instructing men in the traits and behaviors of women who are worthy of long-term investment. Men didn’t need to spend years in the banging trenches to learn the true nature of women; they had fathers (and mothers!) and friends and institutions teaching them, forthrightly or round-aboutly, the shapely contours and tell-tale demeanor of the marriage-worthy woman.

What has happened since then is the warehousing of Pussy-vision out of sight of the everyday man. In a way, Pussy-vision is real, but now only for a select few alpha lords who have the key to the secret garden and a peen’s-eye-view of unkempt, chaotic, dizzyingly feral female sexuality. For the rest, the culture has not only jettisoned the concept of Pussy-vision, it actively works to promote the opposite of Pussy-vision:

Beaver-blindness.

Which would not be such a mentally handicapping thing if women were, in fact, worthy of investment. Beaver-blindness is the benefit of the doubt women receive when they are truly keeping up their end of the bargain: namely, don’t have an N-count that could rival a porn star’s and don’t delude yourself into thinking ass sex is an acceptable virginity-preserving substitute.

But Beaver-blindness is metadeath to the idealistic man living during an era of unrestricted female licentiousness, either as practiced or as imbibed by a go-girl propaganda machine that encourages and glorifies sexual amorphism and the taking on by women of the traditional roles and behaviors normally associated with male sexuality. Beaver-blindness is wilful castration when pussy is liberated from male expectation and discernment. It’s basically telling women, “Do what you will, I have neither the inclination nor the capacity to judge your worth as a lover and a partner in life.”

Naturally, women HATE HATE HATE nonjudgmental men who let them get away with the farm, (even as they tell social scientist surveyors and gullible male feminists the opposite). The only counter to liberated pussy is donning the Pussy-vision goggles and treating women exactly how they allow themselves to be treated. This will improve the enwhitened man’s love life and may, paradoxically, persuade women to reject the liberation of their sex.

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The anti-Whites are all over Philander Castro’s nuts, the good boy who dindu nuffin when he was shot by a Hispanic/Asian cop during a presumed routine traffic stop. A home-made video shot three days before his death-by-cop shows Philadelphia Castration and his girlfriend smoking dope in their car, while her daughter receives a righteous second-hand high.

Here’s a still from the video:

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That’s the look of a little girl who knows that the black communitaaaah is a horror show. Not that it matters. She’ll grow up to be just like her mom, a real class act.

Was Philharmonic high when the cop pulled them over for a driving violation? If so, the cop may have had reason to suspect an out-of-his-gourd black citizen would be apt to do something stupid, like reach for a gun in the glove compartment.

Whatever the fault of the cop (even if this may be a rare case where the dindu really dindu nuffin and a cop overreacted based on faulty situational assessment or misleading prior info), it’s downright funny how often the black victim in these cop shooting cases turns out to be an anti-social loser, a thug with gangsta lord pretensions, in the act of committing a loosely unrelated crime, or saddled with a rap sheet a mile long.

Black lives matter? The evidence from blacks themselves suggests otherwise. How about this slogan instead: the truth matters. And never more so than when it’s suppressed.

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My words are proved prescient almost on cue. Evidence has emerged that Philtrum Castlerock was one of the July 2 armed robbers of a convenience store. Perhaps the cop who pulled them over had this information in hand, and braced for an altercation that had the potential to get much deadlier than a simple traffic stop of a random black driver.

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Three cop-shoots-black suspect news stories were exploited by the media and government officials like president Gay Mulatto to incite black rage against the Whitey machine, which culminated in this week’s deadly violence at a Dallas BLM protest, when one black sniper killed five White cops and injured seven more.

It seems that always, upon closer inspection, the blacks killed by supposedly predatory racist cops and held up in the ensuing media limelight as pillars of the communitaaahhh are useless parasites on society and have rap sheets a mile long. Derbyshire has a useful write-up on the three BLM poster dindus, and the banality of black power agitators and their White leftoid enablers continually failing to find a sympathetic anti-White martyr is morbidly funny confirmation of racial reality to those who know the score.

Of the three, Philando Castile was, at least superficially, the best Great Dead Black Hope that the equalist narrative enforcers had to buttress their rapidly deflating worldview. (The cop who shot him wasn’t even White, but you wouldn’t know that listening to NPR.) However, as usual, after some digging by spirited shiv-right dissidents, it turns out Castile was far from an upright citizen. There is some corroborative evidence that Castile was involved in an armed robbery just prior his deadly interaction with the cop who shot him.

Castile also had a lengthy police record for minor driving violations. And he had joined a Crips gang group on Faceborg. In other words, the usual extracurricular activities of your typical American Dindu.

None of this is to excuse an unwarranted police shooting — the inclusion of smaller and more easily intimidated women and asians in our nation’s police forces must surely contribute to trigger-happy over-reactions to belligerent, aggressive black suspects — but it does suggest prudence when these cases erupt in the news, instead of what we usually get: a liturgy on the badness of White cops and chimpouts incited by a media complicit in stoking black hatred of Whites.

The most humorous angle to all of this has to be the crisis acting of Lavish “Diamond” Reynolds, the girlfriend of Philander Castile, who live-streamed her reaction to Facebook from the back seat of the car in which Philharmonic lay dying beside her from gunshot wound. I heard it, and my immediate impression was that she sounded too calm and scripted for me to believe her emotions were real. What normal woman thinks about live-streaming her boyfriend’s last hour on earth in pitch perfect Narrative compliance, as he bleeds into her lap? Something was off, and a few perspicacious rascals pinpointed the disconnect:

THIS is why Lavish “Diamond” Reynolds lied about her bf’s death. Ghetto lottery!

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GHETTO LOTTERY MENTALITY SO DEEPLY INGRAINED HER AUTOMATIC INSTINCT WAS TO START FILMING HER PAYDAY AS HE WAS BLEEDING OUT.

Apparently, black lives matter more when they’re dead and can be bargained for cashmoney from a credulous audience still clinging to their White devil and numinous negro mythologies.

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The Chateau is long on record espousing the aesthetic benefits of fat shaming on a mass (heh), coordinated scale to reduce the disfiguring incidence of blubberbutts in the United States of Asstronomical Fattitude. There is no nobler cause than reasserting the primacy of Truth and Beauty and beating back the satanic incursions of Lies and Ugliness.

Many slimlords have taken up the banner of fat shaming and naturally the fatties were upset. (Didn’t matter, because upset fatties can’t do much but weep tears of lard into tubs of ice cream). Now, gay supraheroine Milo has put together a shiv-worthy article speckled with numerous links to studies finding that indeed fat shaming does work, if by work we mean it motivates fatties to lose weight and non-fatties to refrain from ever getting fat in the first place.

Social pressure, peer group management, punitive and targeted taxation, ostracism, teasing, taunting, rudeness, ridicule, and my personal favorite, cruelty, are effective means of containing the spread (double-wide heh) of the obesity epidemic and helping at least some fatties lose weight and look like normal human beings again, complete with the happiness that accompanies the transition. It worked for smoking, it can work for fatties. The key is to get them while they’re young, before bad habits and DGAFism have metastasized. Judging by the number of porky schoolkids I see around, the need for a national fat shaming project — a Svelte Society, if you will — was never greater.

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Via reader oldfury, a Chesterfield warning on the dangers of reorienting one’s foremost purpose to the objective of empowering women.

As women are a considerable, or at least a pretty numerous part of company; and as their suffrages go a great way toward establishing a man’s character in the fashionable part of the world (which is of great importance to the fortune and figure he proposes to make in it), it is necessary to please them.

I will therefore, upon this subject, let you into certain Arcana that will be very useful for you to know, but which you must, with the utmost care, conceal and never seem to know.

Women, then, are only children of a larger growth; they have an entertaining tattle, and sometimes wit; but for solid reasoning, good sense, I never knew in my life one that had it, or who reasoned or acted consequentially for four-and-twenty hours together. Some little passion or humor always breaks upon their best resolutions. Their beauty neglected or controverted, their age increased, or their supposed understandings depreciated, instantly kindles their little passions, and overturns any system of consequential conduct, that in their most reasonable moments they might have been capable of forming.

A man of sense only trifles with them, plays with them, humors and flatters them, as he does with a sprightly forward child; but he neither consults them about, nor trusts them with serious matters; though he often makes them believe that he does both; which is the thing in the world that they are proud of; for they love mightily to be dabbling in business (which by the way they always spoil); and being justly distrustful that men in general look upon them in a trifling light, they almost adore that man who talks more seriously to them, and who seems to consult and trust them; I say, who seems; for weak men really do, but wise ones only seem to do it.

-Lord Chesterfield in a letter to his son

Chesterfield here is essentially arguing for restricted female agency, and therefore the necessity to men of wisely shielding women from matters of true importance – like immigration policy – while pretending as if women’s counsel was desired.

Feminine women don’t really desire, as beta males are wont to believe, full egalitarian inclusion in serious business or political decisions. Having it bores them and they often rebel by deciding for changes that subvert the bounty for which they were charged by obsequious, supplicating men to protect and preserve. What women really love is the man who “trifles with them”, but also assuages their fear that their instinctive female predilection for flirtation and little passions won’t be exploited to embarrass them in polite company as frivolities.

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No, really. This post’s title isn’t an ironic invocation of leading cuckservative pundits. Esssra Klein and his merry band of (((voxlets))) love hissing about authoritarian conservatives; it’s one of their favorite pastimes, along with getting assaulted by dindus and post hoc rationalizing a way to blame )))White((( men.

Liberals have been trotting out the “conservatives are authoritarians” claim in one form or another for generations. It’s a Stalin-esque example of the rhetoric trick favored by leftoid radicals of pathologizing the normal, healthy instincts of one’s ideological enemies. Remote psychological diagnosis, and the Commies were very fond of its agit-prop utility.

Yet, all around us in the current year we are besieged with evidence to the contrary. Conservatives aren’t the ones crashing Trump rallies and stabbing people. Nor are they the ones leading modern-day witch hunts against crime thinkers like James Watson or Jason Richwine and getting them fired from their jobs. Nor are conservatives running gargantuan media conglomerates and information gateways dedicated to purging wrongthink. Nor are conservatives – actual conservatives as the word is commonly understood, not cuckboys like Paul Ryan – using extra-Constitutional executive privilege to foist hundreds of thousands (soon to be millions) of third world refugees on small town America and committing what in a sane world would qualify as treason.

When your lying eyes conflict with social science studies pumped out by tenured academics living the easy life in leftoid hothouses, and propagated by credulous media leftoids whose preexisting biases have been confirmed, the way to bet is that the leftoid study has the problem with accurately assessing reality.

And that’s the case with the flurry of “authoritarian Trump supporters” articles that have appeared recently in such esteemed publications as the Huffington ShitPost, the Washington Post-Op, and The New York Beta Times. A major retraction was issued, unsurprisingly, to very little media coverage, essentially overturning the cherished beliefs of smug liberals.

Conservative political beliefs not linked to psychotic traits, as study claimed

Researchers have fixed a number of papers after mistakenly reporting that people who hold conservative political beliefs are more likely to exhibit traits associated with psychoticism, such as authoritarianism and tough-mindedness.

As one of the notices specifies, now it appears that liberal political beliefs are linked with psychoticism.

WOOPS

When we asked Hatemi to elaborate on what that magnitude was — how much more likely were people who held conservative or liberal views to exhibit certain traits? — he said:

[T]he correlations are spurious, so the direction or even magnitude is not suitable to elaborate on at all- that’s the point of all our papers and the general findings.

If the correlations are spurious and unworthy of elaboration, then WHY THE FUCK DID EVERY GODDAMNED LEFTOID PRICK IN EXISTENCE run with the erroneously reported study results that conservatives are authoritarian?

Even if the errors don’t affect the conclusions of the paper, they matter, Ludeke told us:

The erroneous results represented some of the larger correlations between personality and politics ever reported; they were reported and interpreted, repeatedly, in the wrong direction; and then cited at rates that are (for this field) extremely high. And the relationship between personality and politics is, as we note in the paper, quite a “hot” topic, with a large number of new papers appearing every year. So although the errors do not matter for the result that the authors (rightly) see as their most important, I obviously think the errors themselves matter quite a lot, especially for what it says about the scientific process both pre- and post-review.

Amen. What it says is that a shitlib social scientist found out liberals are actually more likely to be authoritarian, but through partisan negligence or deliberate deception permitted the results of his study to be published and reported as if the exact opposite were true.

I’d ask Essssssra Klein for his thoughts on this retraction, but I fear he’d respond with midnight raids and one way tickets to the gulag.

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