Reader Tiberius gets at the core truth explaining the mass hysteria of the anti-Trump shitlib fanatics:
Trump is killing their god.
Yes. There is no greater rage than that directed against the heretic, the god-killer, by the shaken faithful.
PS Trump delivered what is possibly the greatest Neg in the history of Game-kind:
“I refuse to call megyn kelly a bimbo”
Dear Lord, that is a thing of beauty. The Perfect Neg, in substance, style, cadence, and custom-fit. The very act of verbalizing a refusal to call a hot babe a bimbo implies that she’s a bimbo; that the only concern holding one back from calling her a bimbo is not that she isn’t a bimbo but that it is impolite to say it, (while implicitly saying it!).
That’s the sort of nuclear neg that can bring an HB10 to her knees, mouth open, begging for the redemptive cock.
There’s no need for a contest in this edition of Beta of the Month; Joe Scarborough wins it running away.
You’ve seen this before, in previous Chateau Heartiste Beta of the Month posts. Uxorious Joe Scarborough is the beta, Bleeding NipAndTuckface Mika the repulsed woman spurning his ingratiating, conciliatory romantic gestures.
Painfully beta, but did you expect anything more from this anti-Trump nancyboy?
Watch the vid. None of this is staged. You can tell by their body language and vocal tone that real aggravation bubbled to the surface on live TV (that nobody watches).
0:16: NipAndTuck admits they’ve been fighting “over issues” (they’re an off-screen couple). One can only guess what those issues were, maybe “I got tired of being the man in the relationship” or “Honey, I secretly think Trump is getting unfair press coverage on this Beaner Baby story” or “Your prostate doesn’t need *that* much stimulation”.
0:20: Uxorious Joe cloyingly objects, “No we did not”. NipAndTuck immediately shoots him down, “Oh yeah we did.”
0:21: Uxorious: “We never fight”. Nip: *sarcastically* “Uh huh”.
0:22: Watch this sequence closely, it happens fast, but slow enough that you can see Nip’s pussy turtling on air. Uxorious gently reaches for her hand, and Nip’s whole body convulses backward to get away from his slimy touch. She promptly assumes the cadence of a careercunt shrike, scolding him, “No, no, don’t do that. Ok, not on the air, NOT ON THE AIR”.
0:26: Nip: “What are you doing?! It’s 6:03.” She’s publicly shaming him, rejecting his romantic ardor in front of an audience now cringing with vicarious embarrassment. Notice her body language: she’s sitting ramrod straight, turned toward him to face him down, jaw jutting. This is the aggressive posture of a woman expanding her personal space, building a defensive perimeter to warn the beta male to stay away or get the stinger again.
0:29: Uxorious is trapped. He tries to change course. “Willie, can I ask you a question.” It’s not a change of topic, though. It’s worse. He’s trying to enlist other men to persuade his ice queen to thaw out a little and spare his on-air dignity. It’s an example of “let’s you and her make my case for me”. Passive-aggressive betahurt to the max.
0:31: Uxorious: “We’re engaged. We’ve been engaged for like 13 years. Now you think I should be able to hold her hand at this point in the engagement with her consent?” Special (needs) pleading.
0:41: Nip then delivers the ballcutting slice. “If you’ll be quiet I’ll hold your hand.”
HEY HOW ‘BOUT THOSE RED SOX?
The JooTube comments are gold (and so very very woke):
these two clowns made fun of Trump countless times about Melania supposedly not wanting to hold Trump’s hand
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she obviously finds the man repulsive. maybe hillary would let him hold her claw
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Why doesn’t she ever ask Shmoe what really happened to his intern? Isn’t she worried???
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Why talk about baseball when you can’t seem get to first base yourself?
Heh. Poor Joe. None of Trump’s lessons in life rubbed off on him, so he gets to suffer public humiliation as his heavily scaffolded girlfriend slaps his limp wrist away.
I love this man. He has shown Heritage America how to fight, and more importantly how to welcome the fight. Unlike tomato can GOPe cucks who pretended to fight and then fell to the mat after getting a chin hair grazed by a weak jab, Trump fights for real. For keeps. And he keeps coming back to dish out more punishment to shitlibs. Result: shitlibs have lost their collective minds.
I still marvel that for this irreligious agnostic Trump more than anyone has me questioning my faith in the impossibility of divine intervention.
President Donald Trump reportedly threw Starburst candies onto a table at the G7 summit for German chancellor Angela Merkel, saying “Here, Angela. Don’t say I never give you anything.”
Who but Trump could be more alpha than Skittles Man? I would fight for this man to the ends of the earth.
The King is the man sitting on the throne, as his subjects gather in a crowd about him to petition his grace. Those butthurt subjects would be Murderin’ Merkel and Mammy-Banging Maricon. Often, the King has a right hand man equally condescending of the proceedings. That would be Abe Shinzo in this photo. And a courtier expressing the King’s contempt with agape mouth. That would be John Bolton.
Trump is the center of attention, drawing the camera to himself even when he’s in the corner of the frame, while globalist cup rattlers like Merkel pout and whine impotently in his orbit.
Normally, crossed arms are a closed-off, defensive posture, but there are contexts in which the crossed arm coupled with the haughty smirk and WIDE STANCE manspreading underscore a supreme self-confidence and contempt for one’s interlocutors. That is the case in this instantly iconic photo.
(The iconic nature of the photo is less to do with snapshot body language analysis of Trump meeting with World Cucks than it does with it being symbolic of the geopolitical realignment away from Globohomoism and towards a reinvigorated nationalism that is more comfortable embracing the truths of race and sex and the need to curb elite avarice. Keep an eye out for the coming Nippon-American alliance.)
Shitlibs claiming this pic shows Trump in a diminutive light, withering under the schoolmarmish glare of a scolding Merkel, have no ability to read social situations or facial expressions. This is the shitlib version of autism. Two movies, one screen. And the movie shitlibs are watching is a figment of their Harry Potterized imagination.
Don Trump Jr’s social media feed is entertaining for its area effect triggering of shitlibs:
Did Trump rip a fat joke at the expense of Supercuts Kim? Survey SAYS:
Comments are gold:
why does this look like a scene from The Office?
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i’m really starting to like Trump with his subtle criticisms of fellow world leaders
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kim getting hit with the translation right as his blood pressure spikes
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What’s the right word to use when someone is making sly, offensive insults about someone else that’s in the room but without it looking like a direct insult at them? Seriously, I’ve often wondered what word you would use to describe that.
The word is “neg”.
Isn’t it great how much more entertaining the Trump Presidency is compared to the stilted wooden sequel we would have had to endure with a Cunt Presidency?
Loved this:
“brought as many documents as he gives fucks: 0”
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lol there’s manspreading, and then there’s the Trumpchasm:
Heavy brass ones require tremendous lebensraum.
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Is Trump a Master Persuader? Does the Russian bear live rent free in shitlibs’ minds? This is a slickly produced action movie-style trailer which Trump played for Supercuts Kim (stay tuned for the best part of the video…when the lights come on in NK):
Trump appeals to Kim Jong-un’s ego. Trump knows the psychological vulnerability of dictators as well as he knows the soft underbelly of media leftoids, for the two groups are not that far apart, and Trump plays both like a fiddle. It can’t be said enough how blessed Heritage America is to have this man as our President, and that indeed it often seems as if divine providence guided Trump to us when he was most needed.
The video is nearly universally disliked. Much wokeness in the comments,
I think the advert is saying the woman should have gone to specsavers, genius!
Heh heh. I wonder if the globohomoists understand that the harder they push this pozsharking, the more hardened foes to their orthodoxy they create? It’s best if they continue in their blindly smug accelerationism; a surprise reckoning is the sweetest reckoning.
