The Resistance

“Daddy’s Money”. 😂 I don’t call it “Twatter” for no reason.

H/T https://twitter.com/CheekiScrump

The Democrat Party

H/t @DouglasMcGrew

I started calling the Democrat Party the Democreep Party over a year ago. Was I ahead of the times? You bet!

PS There’s an even creepier photo of Anthony Weiner floating around of him in his tightey whiteys sporting an obvious bulge and sexting a lolita while his toddler son lays next to him.

Another Reason To Shame Fat Chicks

Maternal obesity is directly linked to childhood autism.

Maternal prepregnancy obesity and maternal diabetes in combination were associated with increased risk for ASD [autism spectrum disorder] and ID [intellectual disabilities]. ASD with ID may be etiologically distinct from ASD without ID.

The increase in diagnosed autism in kids over the last 40 years can be blamed on fat cows unable and unwilling to push away from the refined carbs table.

We can add another reason to mock, shame, and ostracize fat chicks: the cascade of spergery in the West. It’s an aesthetic, moral, health-promoting, and child-saving duty to hate fatties, hate fatty acceptance, hate fatty glorification, and hate fatty apologists.

From our righteous Hate will emerge like a butterfly from its chrysalis Love, Truth, Beauty, and psychologically normal children who can leave a scattered mess of paper clips on the floor without freaking out.

Definitely, definitely no fat chicks.

The Mass Effect Neg

A Russian pranklord created an app called MakeApp that uses digital magic to strip the makeup from photos of women. The before and after pictures have provoked a worldwide triggering in our slutwalkers. You can ride a dimpled wave of butthurt at the Twatter #MakeApp hashtag. As @Moonman put it,

This guy just negged every thot on the internet, he deserves an award.

The Mass Effect Neg (MEN). See for yourselves:

Gentlemen, we may have found the proton torpedo to drop down narcissistic thots’ thermal exhaust ports. If beta male thirst has created a generation of egomaniac 5s, MakeApp will dry up that thirst and return sanity to the sexual market.

Naturally, feminists are reeling from the COGDIS implanted in them by MakeApp. Feminists are wont to bitch about everything (this is known as cuntplaining), but one complaint in particular is that “””society””” somehow manipulates them into wearing makeup. Well, OK, pussyhatters, if that’s true why are you so ass blasted by an app that removes society’s makeup from your charming mugs? Your negative reaction could almost make a man think your complaints are disingenuous, meant to absolve you of personal responsibility and kvetch about men having objective female attractiveness standards. WHA WHA WHAAAAAT?!?

@chesterbelloc draws the necessary conclusion which highlights what MakeApp signifies about our modern cutthroat, androgynous, antagonistic sexual market:

Never doubt that a man enraged at the misbehavior of a woman can change the world; indeed, it’s the only thing that ever has.

Feminist: “all women are beautiful”
Feminist, after MakeApp: “AACCK, THE RUSE IS UP, BAN THIS APP!!”

Too easy.

It’s amazing what MakeApp can reveal. It’s a powerful app!

The MakeApp algorithm may or may not be entirely accurate, but it’s pretty darned close; close enough to shock the shrike system.

I’ve written about makeup and the limited benefits it confers on women. Bottom line: makeup doesn’t do much to improve women’s looks. Fugs will still be fug with makeup, hotties will still be hot without makeup. Where makeup appears to have the biggest impact is among the fat (sad ‘heh’) middle of the belle curve, giving the 5s and 6s noticeable bumps in facial SMV (important information for fatty fucker blowjob hounds).

The limitations of makeup are obvious: 1. the morning after, and 2. market saturation. Makeup’s boost is less pronounced if all women use makeup (which they do). Makeup won’t increase a woman’s RELATIVE beauty to other women also wearing makeup, but it will make her prettier than her unpainted self. That may be enough to capture a man’s attention…until the morning sun exposes her natural coloring.

Not every woman looks worse after MakeApp. For example:

That’s the power of female youth. Makeup would be redundant on such an exquisite White babe.

The women who see the most benefit from makeup are masculinized manjaws with prominent cheekbones and sunken eyes, who are close to hitting the wall, eg Angelina Jolie. The makeup softens their angularity and lightens their shadows. Beautiful women don’t see much improvement from makeup; their natural beauty is already radiant. Makeup imo helps plain janes and weirdo chicks with odd facial bone substructure that gays and women love to parade on catwalks.

An enterprising womanizer could mass neg every chick in his little black contact list with MakeApp. Butter them up first…”Have you seen this new app? It can’t be real”…then deliver the payload….”no WAY do you look like that without makeup, right?”….and watch a thousand points of slice qualify themselves to you. The return of the post-industrial sexual market to a state of healthy, balanced functioning thanks you for your contribution.

Anglin, Destroyer Of Friendzones

Andrew Anglin, hounded and hunted man and proprietor esq. of the The Daily Stormer, the world’s foremost censored and suppressed pro-White website, is featured in an Atlantic article titled “The Making of an American Patriot“.

An excerpt reveals that Anglin is a member of the Thot Police, a ZFG Guardian of Ground Floor Girls, and Destroyer of Friendzones.

Classic case of a regret rape cheating ho who wanted her boyfriend to validate her desired victimhood and excuse her sluttery, which Anglin sniffed out and smartly called out. My bet is he saved himself a lot of heartache down the road.

(For those new to this crimson-hued degree of realtalk, girlfriends don’t roll solo to parties and get black-out drunk unless they are entertaining notions of cheating. Last I checked, women still have moral agency and a primordial sense of personal responsibility.)

Anglin confirmed for harem whip hand. Game recognized.

CLEANSED OF SOY
ANGLIN ASPIRED
TO BE A BAD GOY
“CLEANSE IT WITH FIRE”

The Atlantic article went to great lengths to exaggerate Anglin into a national security risk, the bastard child of Putin and Lucifer. Clearly the author, Luke O’Brien, is unfamiliar with how girls normally react to rule-breaker badboys with crazy adventurous life stories taking on the entire Globohomo establishment.

Too bad I couldn’t verify a photo of Luke O’Brien to confirm my hunch about his physiognomy.

Gaming Mean Girls

Game can work on middle school girls.

Now that your mind has prematurely (heh) drifted into the gutter, the follow-up context will save your mortal soul from eternal damnation. Reader mindweaponsofragnarok explains,

To show you how long Heartiste has been up:

2011….I’m awed and fascinated, high af on the Red Pill.

My daughter is 13 and having trouble with her female peers. A rich girl name Anna is jerking her around, “I’m your friend, I’m not your friend,” type games.

So I tell my 13 year old kid about Game. I tell her:

“Ignore Anna’s texts, until she sends you a few texts, then reply with one or two words at most, as though you didn’t have time or give a shit to even correspond with her. Trust me, try it!”

CH Poon Commandments V: Adhere to the golden ratio, and VI: Keep her guessing.

Give your woman [ed: or middle school BFF] 2/3 of everything she gives you. For every three calls or texts, give her two back. Three declarations of love earn two in return. Three gifts; two nights out. Give her two displays of affection and stop until she has answered with three more. When she speaks, you reply with fewer words. When she emotes, you emote less. The idea behind the golden ratio is twofold — it establishes your greater value by making her chase you, and it demonstrates that you have the self-restraint to avoid getting swept up in her personal dramas. Refraining from reciprocating everything she does for you in equal measure instills in her the proper attitude of belief in your higher status. In her deepest loins it is what she truly wants.

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True to their inscrutable natures, women [ed: and middle school BFFs] ask questions they don’t really want direct answers to. Woe be the man who plays it straight — his fate is the suffering of the beta. Evade, tease, obfuscate. She thrives when she has to imagine what you’re thinking about her, and withers when she knows exactly how you feel. A woman may want financial and family security, but she does not want passion security. In the same manner, when she has displeased you, punish swiftly, but when she has done you right, reward slowly. Reward her good behavior intermittently and unpredictably and she will never tire of working hard to please you.

She did it, and Anna came to heel. She then used Game on boys, too, she used it on everyone. It was like I handed the kid a weapon and the answer to all social interaction became Game.

You opened Glandora’s Box for her. This is a dangerous power to give a flowering daughter.

However, she was also kind of a brat, but I sure as hell was NOT a beta daddy. I wouldn’t give her what she wanted, and she would wish death on such on me, and I would just laugh and say, “Whatever.” She would threaten all sorts of things, and i would just shut her out.

This was absolutely the best thing to do. The worst thing would have been to show weakness. She accused me of having no feelings at all. I would say, “That’s a good thing, LOL!”

Now she’s 19 years old and doing quite well.

For young daughters on the cusp of their formative years, Game save them from mean girls and preen boys. Or, it can turn them into femme fatales. The power of Game to warp female sexuality and self-entitlement is something to behold, because women live and breathe on their ability to jockey for intra-sex status through gossip, slander, and innuendo. Game can amplify all these traits in women, providing them with a better defense but also a thermonuclear offense. The wise daddio tempers his daughter’s growing power and keeps her grounded with tiny seeds of self-doubt, because the truth is that bloated female self-esteem is far more corrosive to the dating and marriage markets than is high male self-esteem.

Good to hear for this reader, his daughter learned just enough to exert active influence over her social life but not too much to make a lot of enemies and attract fly-by-night cads.

Guilt Trip Game

For perfectly understandable reasons I won’t elaborate here, I had left an undisclosed location wearing a badly mismatched shirt and pants. No chance to change into something more sexually harassing, I went to an event where a late 20s woman standing near me leaned over to state the obvious.

“You know, your shirt and pants don’t match.”

I deadpanned, “What if I told you I’m color blind?”

Glaring at her with feigned offense and raising my eyebrows in expectation of an apology, she stuttered and mouth hanging open replied, “Oh….what, really?”

I pursed my lips and nodded a little.

Her: “Oh god, I’m sorry…..I didn’t mean, I didn’t know that….”. She landed a hand softly on my forearm while apologizing.

Me, smiling like a filthy prankster, “Ha, no, I’m not color blind, I just can’t coordinate my outfits.”

Her, shimmering and glimmering: “WTF is the matter with you! You had me freaking out over here.”

Me: “I was pretty embarrassed by my clothes once I walked by a mirror, but truth is it was totally worth it for the look on your face. Priceless!”

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This is what I call Guilt Trip Game, and it works on women because it’s push-pull amped to eleven. She is disqualified for being offensive (the push) and then pulled back by my cheeky revelation. NW European White women with pathological empathobesity running through their veins are particularly susceptible to Guilt Trip Game, and can be driven to howls of subterranean ecstasy by first provoking their guilt and then allowing them the sweet relief of alleviating their guilt.

(It won’t work on low empathy black women, who will mm-hmm and reply, “If you color blind, get yo’self a woman to dress you.”)

It’s the essence of teasing and pleasing women: don’t chase her, make her chase your approval. Teasing of this nature also subcommunicates to a woman that you don’t mind crossing the line of social respectability (aka predictable betabore droning) to fuck with a girl’s expectations, which cues her to your high mate value because her Inner Vagina will whisper through fluttering limbic labia, “this man has to do well with women to happily risk my huffy displeasure”.

This flirtatious vajnette occurred not too long ago, so hopefully the woman involved won’t stumble across this post and recognize her participation. But I just had to tell it, I loved it so.