The Cucktat

A stocky young White man, pale, short-limbed, barrel-chested, and ruddy-bearded who looked to have a significant amount of Scottish ancestry was ordering food when I noticed the Chinese chicken scratch that passes for some ancient Confucian wisdom tattooed on his calf.

A Vietnamese couple were sitting behind him and across from me when I watched the ladygirl snicker to her rice burner boyfriend and point at the White dude’s cucktat. Clearly they were amused that this fatted Pink Pig would have Oriental script inked on his ham hock.

I laugh with them. What kind of man dishonors his ancestors, his family, and his people with the cucktat of a foreign race? A poseur, that’s what kind of man. Our Scot-ish piglander should have had a halberd tattooed on his Proud White Calf.

Death to fake leapfrogging loyalty, long live authentic concentric loyalty!

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Moses writes,

Tats in a foreign language fetish-ize outgroups. It’s a symptom of low self-worth.

Just part of a larger disease afflicting Whites. Whites are fetish-izing outgroups and preferring them over their own in-group at rates that are unsustainable. It will not end well.

Chinese would never dream of adopting a non-Chinese baby. Ever. Same for pretty much every racial group except Whites.

Pathological altruism indeed.

It’s no coincidence that as White women’s self-esteems are artificially pumped to eleven by the Globohomo Ministry of Propaganda, the White race’s collective self-esteem is hitting rock bottom. Time to bring  back those halberds.

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∑T = ∑E (The Scourge Of Christcuckery)

This is a family of Christcucks. The anti-White leftoid establishment — demonstrating once again their facility at feigning interest in, and newfound respect for, the Good Word when it can be put to use to further their Globohomo cause — is scandalized that this family is being ostracized by some Church members for advocating the mass relocation of the third world into their homeland. Shocking, I know.

The story is less relevant than the photo attached to it, (as is often the case with most establishment pieces written in the past decade). First, this is not a “family of six children”; it’s a family of two children and four adopted status whoring totems with health problems.

Second, the matriarch (there is no patriarch in this family) looks more aggressive, confrontational, and high T than her putatively male husband. Dat manjaw, dat “come at me bro” glare, dat knitted brow, dose clenched teeth, crouching forward like a tigress about to pounce….this is a woman bitterly unsatisfied in the bedroom, loveless, angry, and full of hate for her culture, her community, and her racial peers. She needs a supreme dicking by a real man of God. Or of Lucifer, as the pool of real men of God has just about dried up.

Her husband is nothing more than a plush betablob placeholder to grant legitimacy to his reckless Queen’s rule. He has the look of a man in pain. Physical pain as well as soul pain. His limbic system is constipated with suppressed and compacted emotions; you can tell he’s got something big to shout at the world, but he dare not lest his Queen cast him the icy gaze implying present and future sexlessness.

Christcucks are a scourge on Christianity, the Final Feminization of a once-great religion that is rapidly degenerating into a feelz therapy session for the racially alienated and the egotistically coddled. Jesus would, if he were alive today, lash them and strike them from His kingdom like he did the money-changers from the temple. He would know that Christcuckery isn’t love, but empty virtue signaling and moral posturing, much like the ostentatious shows of religiosity of the Pharisees that Jesus condemned in his day.

The title of this post, ∑T = ∑E, is a reference to the Law of Gender Conservation. All the testosterone appears concentrated in the wife, with little to none evident in the husband. A wicked inversion of the sexual polarity created by the God of Biomechanics can’t hold, on the micro or macro scale, and our nation will pay for its betrayal of the natural balance of the sexes.

PS I spy a T so high in the Queen’s digit ratio!

PPS Commenter TLM has a warning for Christcucks who may be tempted to traverse the Path of the ‘Dopted Dindu.

CH

A few years ago I commented here I believe, on a super-churchian neighbor that had went all in with the virtue signaling by adopting a little dindu from Dindu Land, also known as the shit-hole continent of Africa. Showers of churchian praise rained down on this woman from the local churchian community like manna from Heaven. In my comment I mentioned how little Dindu had dead eyes and I always watched him like a hawk if he was around. Fast forward 5 or 6 years and little cute Dindu toddler is 10 or 11 now, and after being held back a year in school, was finally expelled for choking another student (Not sure of the gender or race of the victim, but this private school is 99.8% white). I guess even upper middle-class churchians paying 10K a year in tuition reach the point of dropping the equalist BS when their lily white children are recipients of a rear naked choke from an authentic Bantu. Anyway, the ‘mom’ was an employee of the school that expelled little Dindu and you guessed it, she resigned in disgust at this nasty raciss private school that was prejudiced against her sweet little dindu pet.

The only way these people are gonna learn is at the receiving end of lessons in brutal mockery and shaming. CH leads the way.

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Shiv Of The Week: Still Single Tho Girl

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

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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The Debased Beta

Spot the debased beta. This won’t be a difficult test. Regular beta males aren’t always immediately discernible, but debased betas stick out like a White person in Germany.

Our case study today is John Scalzi, a quisling male emblematic of so much that has gone haywire with White American men (and their beards).

Exhibit A: This is Scalzi’s Christmas card. He signed off on it. He approved of it. This is how he wants the world to see him.

Is this the Self-Shiv of the Week? I see two brutish women and one screeching little girl. Merry sexual inversion, everyone!

Nature abhors a T vacuum, and Scalzi, having surrendered his T to the devil for the nice life in a 98% White town, guarantees that his defensive back megawife and daughter take up the T slack. And so here they are, wife and daughter doing a man’s job and smirking like a cocky self-assured chad respectively, while the nominal male (scalzied) clasps his hands together and shrieks with delight off to the sidelines as the real men get to work.

Exhibit B: Scalzi in love

Here Scalzi is in the submissive position, an obvious inferior looking up to his wifely better (who hulks over him and honestly looks like she’s thinking about jamming that silver strap-on all the way up to his ovaries). Scalzi’s open-mouthed gape ever-so-subtly hints at a cloying adoration, and he strokes his deluxe buttplug with anticipatory sensuality. You will notice similar poses in almost all of John Scalzi’s photos with his wife.

A Twatterer, @zeroingclicks, twats,

When the wife has amused mastery on her face, the husband is fucked.

Scalzi’s wife does have that alpha male amused mastery look that says “Oh John, you’re such a naughty mangina. I can’t take you anywhere. There’ll be a spanking waiting for you later tonight.”

John: “Screeeee!”

@TheHardRight adds,

She looks about ready to regurgitate into his beak.

lmao

Exhibit C: Scalzi smooches

Kissing upward and nuzzling his doughy face into hard manjawline, eyes closed as his hunky lady peers into the middle distance looking burdened with the weight of the world (or for an escape from her husband’s octopus lips), Scalzi eagerly inverts the sexual polarity, taking on the role of the woman in his marriage, ceding all the T to his wife. Sad! Scalzi is like a pulp romance cover negative.

Exhibit D: Serious Scalzi

Scalzi tries to look serious (ie like a normal man), but is still out-mugged by his wife, who looks more serious, and tougher, than him. Who’s really sporting the D here? Notice again how Scalzi leans into his woman (a tell-tale beta posture), afraid he’ll get cut out of the picture or that another man with functioning gonads is waiting nearby to swoop his wife should Scalzi neglect to occupy her personal space for a hot second.

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The debased beta is a creature of the modern dystopian West. His kind was vanishingly rare before THEE CURRENT EPOCH, because any males in such craven, open revolt against their masculinity were bullied into social seclusion and ignored by women with anything on the ball. (Or they successfully transmogrified their effeminacy into a strength by becoming the charming dandy lover to loveless housewives.) But now they effloresce all across America’s fruitcup plains, glorified by the media, championed by disingenuous feminists, and medicated into an epicene stupor by Femme Pharma, corn, and porn.

Debased betaness is a bastardized form of the handicap principle. Self-deprecation is part of the seducer’s skill set that can be occasionally indulged to one’s benefit, *IF* one can afford to do so. But the abject and egregious and endless self-deprecation by which debased betas practically define themselves is a different beast entirely. It’s not a counter-signal of high male SMV, but rather a direct signal of the beta’s low sexual worth.

One wonders why debased betas (DBs) allow themselves to sink so low on the masculinity scale, and to flaunt their plushboy androgyny publicly to the cheers of fellow freaks and the jeers of the sexually dimorphic. Is the DB simply a virtue whore for the femkunt kollective, or is there a deeper psychological motivation explaining his self-inflicted emasculation?

Virtue signaling is definitely part of the equation, but only insofar as the DB believes his posturing for sexless equalism will land him some choice bluehair porkpussy (or clicks on his Amazon book link).

The handicap principle I mentioned above is a factor, but only applies to betas who don’t routinely and excessively neuter themselves, thus retaining some of the tactical value of the counter-signal. Scalzi is not one of these betas; his self-abasement is thorough, habitual, and nauseatingly ostentatious.

Another facet of the DB personality is the love for wallowing in powerlessness, reveling in weakness. This self-abnegating stance harkens the sacrifices of hermit monks or early Christian proselytizers, but the real impetus for it is the classic fear of success psychology. A lot of emasculated betaboys in Scalzi’s position don’t want to act more manly because they secretly fear improved manhood will lead them to abandon their fat wives. Affecting an air of servitude and prostration and doofusness reinforces the comfort bubble that debased betas prefer to ensconce themselves within, precluding any possibility of betterment and temptation to vice.

Some of the beta male proactive self-abasement, of course, is a loyalty signal to an unattractive wife from a husband with higher occupational or social status. I don’t think this is pertinent in Scalzi’s case, because apparently his wife is a writer like himself and by most accounts better at it, but it bears mentioning.

Finally, I come to what I consider the Prime Motivation of the debased beta…a motivation that has its source in the directives placed upon humanity by the God of Biomechanics.

Ego assuaging.

One will very often notice that debased betas bend the knee and present their balls in a jar to surprisingly unattractive girlfriends and wives; one would think that such beta male prostration makes more sense as a supine gesture to a much better-looking lover. But the reality is usually the opposite, and the reason has to do with the fragile state of the debased beta’s ego — he knows he is hitched to a low value woman, so to guard his ego against spiraling despondency he will feign the behaviors of a man of much lower SMV who is lucky to have such a woman as his. Scalzi’s self-emasculation is best viewed as a form of ego stroking; a faggoty shriek to the world that he is happy to assume second class status in his marriage because his wife is a prize worth adoring and elevating to great heights.

John Scalzi deserves this post’s hate because he’s a vector of a mind disease; he advocates by his actions and male feminist moralizing a demasculinization of American White men. Vivisecting him and displaying the entrails to the crowd is an important public service for any marginal males who may entertain thoughts of taking up the Scalzi banner….weakly, which they must quickly hand over to their daughters who can bench press more than they can.

Reminder that this is the Scalzi who bleeds under the CH shiv:

Been out to dinner and a movie, I guess I should check on what's new with Trump.

(Reads Twitter)

(Sets down phone)

(Screams forever)

— John Scalzi (@scalzi) January 11, 2017

*screams forever* This is a little girl’s tantrum pouring forth from a grown man’s piehole. Did he stamp his wee feet while tweeting this? I could carve a better man out of a Barbie doll.

ZOMG @kdlang just liked a tweet of mine and now I'm going to listen to Hymns of the 49th parallel and squee for the rest of the evening.

— John Scalzi (@scalzi) January 10, 2017

Reading Scalzi is like bathing in a vat of menstrual blood and having pure estrogen injected straight into the scrotum. One must exit Scalzi’s world through a decontamination chamber of red meat and range shooting. His sickness can’t be allowed to spread to vulnerable men. His dildology worldview is a disfigured anti-reality that will yield like buttery goodness to the shiv every time, because nothing substantial underlies it. And the Chateau will flay him, over and over, until his ugliness of mind and spirit perishes from the earth.

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Tim Wise: Hysterical, Emotionally Incontinent, Pudgeball Manlet

Tim Wise proves that bullying has a place in the social order, (namely, cleansing society of degenerate filth).

If you’re not familiar with Tim Wise and his oeuvre, a primer: He’s a hateful little pansy who spews noxious anti-White vitriol on his Twatter and at colleges where he’s paid by leftoid faculty to give speeches to a handful of sympatico human dregs. Oh, and his last place of residence was in a neighborhood that is 97% White. (He claims he has since moved to a more diverse neighborhood, but mysteriously no record of his new address exists.)

Now that you know about Tim Wise and his contributions to humanity, enjoy this meltdown he experienced after he was bullied to tears on Twatter by Shitgoyim. (via)

“steroids and 4chan” Yeah, not getting the insult. A swoke bullycider is better than being a flabby leprechaun with a face made for taking spermloads from his wife’s bull.

“dude bros” Do these goony nancyboys all write from the same Spunk & Anti-White stylebook? John Scalzied loves that term as well. He ejaculates it every time a shitlord points out his effeminacy.

One thing you never miss in an anti-White’s rantings is the psychological projection. “Sociopath” describes Timmy Wise pretty well; he makes his money preaching the evils of Whiteness while he makes damn sure he’s surrounded by Whiteness in his daily life.

Then there’s the cowardly skirt-clutching appeals to the AUTHORITAAAAAAHS to “take down” his Twatter tormentors. He has all your IPs! And connections!

But you meet this shitstain IRL and I bet he runs like the yellow-bellied cur he is.

Related: Video of the German Parliament voting down a proposal to “ensure the continuation of the German people”.

Doubleplusrelated: Video from Germany of the aftermath of a mass brawl involving syrian refugees that coated an apartment hallway in blood.

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Introducing The Cuckryan: The Male Analogue Of The Cockblock

Reader TLM shares a vivid memory of a cuckryan in his group of friends who cuckryaned them all out of easy lays.

There’s always a Ryan type in every male group of friends until the group shuns them out of coming around anymore. My buddy was banging this chick once in our apartment and his girlfriend showed up. She kept pounding (pun intended) on his door while he was stuck in their with the other chick with no where to go. So one of the guys in our group (we had all come back with girls except him) starts helping my buddy’s girlfriend try and pick the bedroom lock (Those cheap apartment locks can be picked with a bobby pin). Now my buddy is naked holding the door closed while this guy is white knighting the shit out of the situation. So the girlfriend storms off. The chick my buddy was screwing around with is wigged out and wants to leave. She takes her friends that the rest of us are screwing around with, with her. And there we all are at 2AM with a bunch of blue balls because the weak guy in our group couldn’t pull down any trim and had to ruin it for the rest of it. I believe my buddy and him went at it the next day.

This is the kind of guy Ryan is. His father should have drowned him in a river when he was an infant. What a fag.

I have similar stories. It goes to show that all it takes is one cuckryan white knight toolbag to screw it up for all the cool dudes.

“damn, I coulda had that chick but Herb fuckin’ cuckryaned me when he asked her if she was sober enough to give consent.”

“cuckryans man, they’re the worst. you gotta learn how to neutralize a cuckryan.”

“oh yeah? how?”

“if the cuckryan is part of your squad you gotta tool him in front of the girl. say to her, ‘this is my dorky friend Herb. go easy on him he has a knack for blowing up good times’.”

“nice!”

“if the cuckryan isn’t your friend, you befriend him and keep him happy for a little while, then when the timing’s right tell the girl that the cuckryan and her are a perfect match, they look like they’re really in love. she’ll deny so hard the cuckryan will have to walk away in shame.”

“damn man you should charge for this.”

The OC (original cuckryan), PAUL RYAN, white knights for thecunt and prepares to screw America out of an easy greatness close. It’s time to SHAME him out of public life.

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Paul Ryan, World’s Biggest Faggot

The world’s most craven, gutless, cuck faggot piece of quisling shit, Paul Ryan, had this to say after thecuntcrü released an 11-year-old recording of Trump engaging in normal healthy heterosexual male banter about hitting on women.

“I am sickened by what I heard today. Women are to be championed and revered, not objectified. I hope Mr. Trump treats this situation with the seriousness it deserves and works to demonstrate to the country that he has greater respect for women than this clip suggests. In the meantime, he is no longer attending tomorrow’s event in Wisconsin,” Ryan stated in a press release.

There is no end to the ways in which this phoneyfuck indignation reveals the full rainbow-facialed glory hole degeneracy of Cuck Ryan’s flaccid testosterone deficient soul. It’s the schoolmarmish finger wagging equivalent of a ravished sphincter bleeding torrents of AIDS. You’re a weak sack of shit Ryan. I could carve a better man out of Jeb. Carl the Cuck laughs at you. Amanjaw marcuntte has bigger balls, you mincing bugeyed cumlapping pink dumbbell lifting nutless retard buttplug convention kiosk operator.

Count the self-serving bullshit.

“I am sickened by what I heard today.”

Lie. He probably had a chuckle in private before entering “anal fissure cream” in the search bar.

“Women are to be championed and revered, not objectified.”

You’ll know a cuck by the lengths to which he will white knight for women he doesn’t know and for an old corrupt termagant lesbian. Here’s a clue, cuckryan, reverence has to be earned. Being born with a vagina doesn’t automatically qualify one for championing, but I can see why in your stunted betafag mind the glorious golden gash is a mystical religious symbol up there with the Shroud of Turin. Oh, and women like being “objectified”. It lets them know they’re still sexy to men.

“I hope Mr. Trump treats this situation with the seriousness it deserves”

What a tool. Wikileaks dump of Goldman Sachs speeches proves thecunt wants to open the border for eternity to all the third world trash and literally destroy America forever, but only Trump’s bawdy private comments about kissing women from a decade ago have your panties in a bunch. Take a moment from wiping obama’s chum off your chin to slice lengthwise.

“works to demonstrate to the country that he has greater respect for women than this clip suggests”

Yeah, trump will get on that right away. Why don’t you demonstrate to the country that you have greater respect for your missing testicles than your cowardly posturing suggests?

“In the meantime, he is no longer attending tomorrow’s event in Wisconsin”

I’m sure Trump’s heart will go on. So sad to be missing your dick-shining ankle-biting grindhouse in Wiscucksin! Now hurry inside before you catch your death of GRIDS skeev.

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