The Cock Carousel Rider’s Lament

You don’t have to read too deeply between the lines to know what Lauren Duca’s complaint is really saying about her:

I've lived in the city long enough that I regularly run into strangers from my past, and I would PREFER NOT TO

— Lauren Duca (@laurenduca) August 25, 2017

This is the end game for veteran cock carouselers: an inability to escape the urban skank-a-rama, frequent awkward run-ins with current and former bang bros, and a gnawing sense of impending sexual invisibility with each deep cut run-in reminding her of the tick tock of the SMV clock.

Duca, childless manjawed Teen Vogue typist with illustrious works to her name such as…*wind whistles*…, finally married her boyfriend in 2016, (I’m sure he’s a soyboy who’s totally cool with his wife admitting in a public forum that he nabbed a paragon of chaste femininity who can’t stop bumping into pump and dumps who still loiter in her memory).

The anonymous, atomized urban pig pit that caters to hedonistas* like Duca offers a surfeit of sexual possibility, with the promise of no muss no fuss extraction should things head south. Break-ups can be buried in the heap of writhing humanity that scrapes along city sidewalks and walk-ups, or at least that’s what the hedonista tells herself. But should she acquire a sufficient number of round-the-way rides, even the masses and blurred mimosa-bleached neurons won’t shield her from the dreaded bump-in. And that same writhing mammal mass has a way of encouraging women to repeat rides on the cock carousel, a result not just of expanded options but of a false bravado and defiance of sexual market laws that city life uploads to the hivegine.

My advice to low disgust threshold, high T men who want to play the field before settling down, and don’t like the idea of committing the rest of their lives to a road-worn cock holster: Go to the big blue cities, have your way with the women (they’ll be ready), then escape and find your investment-worthy damsel in suburbia, a small town, or rural God’s country. You’re not guaranteed a virgin bride anywhere in America, but you can find more low notch count women outside the shitlibopolises who will, by dint of their relative lack of sexperience, bend the knee(s) to your magnanimous stewardship and genuine love. For only the low N woman with a conspicuous undercurrent of feminine vulnerability can wrest true, primal, “I’d kill for this woman” love from a man.

*As a skilled operator of the urban milieu, I have lain with many hedonistas, so I know how their gears turn and when their glib confessionals hide charred morsels of real pain and regret.

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Days of Broken Arrows adds,

Beat me to the punch with this comment. Just the fact that she’s drumming up drama in public with it is a shiv to her husband.

One of the worst aspects of modern American women is their propensity to shame their men publicly. “South Park” riffed on this by having a female character who only ever wore an “I’m With Stupid —>” t-shirt.

Her Tweet is the high-tech version of “I’m With Stupid —>” or a variation on the women who complain about their “honey-do” list when other couples are around. The best women keep it zipped in public and will wait to give it to you when the door’s shut. Pun intended.

Haha, good stuff. Globalist Girls and “I’m With Stupid–>” Sluts as far as the eye can see, and people wonder why men aren’t manning up like they used to. Ladies, you’ve gotta woman up before men will man up.

CNN Narrative BTFO By Level-headed Earthbound Normies

Perhaps the funniest fail in CNN history. pic.twitter.com/hTYf9PwpeX

— The Columbia Bugle (@ColumbiaBugle) August 25, 2017

You know it’s bad for CNN when a black woman won’t come to their anti-White narrative’s defense.

Does Porn Slake Or Whet Beta Male Thirst?

It’s reasonable to assume porn slakes beta male thirst. The more betas get their rocks off online, the less motivated they’ll be to effortcourt live girls. A spent and sated man should, given this simple formula, behave less needfully in the company of women. His ZFG heartlight will shine, and he’ll never thirst for female attention.

Generally, this is true, but on the condition that the satiety comes in the form of real sex. Porn, as a simulacrum of real sex, may paradoxically have the opposite effect on a man’s thirstiness. Richard James explains,

Video games and porn are part of the problem. Character comes from working or waiting for whatever it is you want and I would say the broadest weakest of western man is a lack of patience. Being instantly gratified causes people to behave more desperately I’ve seen a man lose his rag at a microwaveable meal taking a whole 6 minutes. First world problems.

In addition to that the old workhorse can’t have a decent house, a job for life and a loyal wife with only one string to his bow. The one-dimensional, the aspie and the bland all lose to the multi-faceted modern man with his many irons in the fire.

RJ gets at something profound here. The instant gratification that porn provides is definitely part of the beta thirst equation, but it goes deeper and broader than that. I’d say the relevant variables are:

instant gratification
+
uninspiring real life options (compared to porn stars who can’t say no to betas)
+
diminished admiration for women (the red pill is a bitter swallow)
+
atrophied seduction skills
+
reinforced feelings of sexual worthlessness

Those last two imo are the biggest contributors to beta male thirst. Unzipping, gripping, and jizzing, all in a three minute window, destroys a man’s motivation to learn and practice the art of seduction (a much slower process than porn-facilitated release, even under the exceptionally favorable circumstances of perfectly run Mystery-style Game that takes a girl from meet to meat in seven hours). Over time, the porn-addled beta male’s seduction skills will atrophy, to the point where he’ll blurt out thirsty solicitations such as “god yr so hot, I would treat u like a queen”. Men who have dropped vats of seed to porn will inevitably get sloppy in their real life pick up attempts, because they will have been drained of the vital masculine elixir that drives them to excel at the pursuit of women and to sharpen their bantz to be more alluring to women. (Think of Idiocracy, except as a warning on sexual dysgenics rather than intellectual dysgenics. Porn decreases the average seduction IQ of its male users. Call it Creepocracy.)

The last one — feelings of sexual worthlessness — is the rocket fuel of thirst. Porn tricks the brain into thinking the body has scored a hot willing chick up for anything in the bedroom, and dopamine hits follow in staccato bursts. But the brain is not so thoroughly fooled for long. The Darwinian imperative has inserted mal-aware into the limbic code that activates when the reproductive fitness algorithm senses the reward circuitry is connected to a chafed hand rather than a moist vagina. A subconscious ping of despair accompanies the fap act, and the beta can’t help but over time feel sexually worthless, knowing as he must that his recourse to porn strongly suggests he has failed at acquiring the real deal.

To answer the title of this post, porn exacerbates beta male thirst. Porn whittles a man’s courtship skill, and porn reduces a man’s feeling of sexual worth. The two factors combine with an unregulated sexual market teeming with delusional, entitled fat girls and unfeminine careerist shrikes to create a beta and omega male Thirst Monster that has neither the inclination nor the emotional continence to avoid thirsty displays of low sexual market value.

Stone Cold Shiv Serum

We are immersed in a sexual market that, for reasons I have explained at length on this blog, greatly disadvantages beta provider males and encourages female solipsism and romantic recklessness. Beta male thirst is at an all-time high (this despite the enervating effect of porn and vidja gaming), and with this thirst comes an aggressive retreat from early marriage and child-bearing and a decade of prime female nubility spent in the urbanite pleasuredome squandering supple snatch on usually quixotic quests to nab an alpha male winner as husband and king.

The upside to all this beta male thirst and beta female folly is that the poz-facilitated bluster of the latter exposes the former to the gearbox working under the hood of female sexuality. More beta males who would normally go to their graves devoted polishers of the pussy pedestal are being forced by the unleashed female id to confront the bankruptcy of their romantic ideals, and the reality they are getting front row seats to observe is not a pretty one.

No heretic is as zealous as the former acolyte betrayed by a gullible adherence to his earthly faith, and so what we unsurprisingly hear is a growing chorus of bitter-tier beta males and sympathetic woke females calling out the grimy grasping alpha fux beta bux biodirective to which women used to silently acquiesce but lately have taken to announcing their fealty loudly and proudly.

It’s a stretch, but I can imagine a near future when our debased dying culture so profoundly exposes and amplifies female sexual nature, giving it free roam, that the beta males who would normally resign themselves to a lifetime in nuptial service to sloppy seconds (which they now know were parceled for free to jerkboys when freshly firsts) decide that such a dispiriting fate — paying through the nose for pussy with only a few years of shelf life left — isn’t worth the effort, and deign to do something about it by either holding sluts and spinsters responsible for their romantic choices or learning how to charm girls and get a little of that sweet maximally fertile action that the cads enjoy free of charge.

109 Buh Byes

Tribe Supremacism is such an ugly thing. No noblesse oblige, only noblesse malice.

1. I have never read an article dripping with so much evil in my life.
I've annotated it for you.
Enjoy. pic.twitter.com/J08YV9KXBx

— Alba Gu Brath (@Alba_Rising) August 23, 2017

Chutzpah cometh before the fall. Hatred doesn’t percolate up from a vacuum, and blowback is a bitch.

I’ll say this, one benefit of having the levers of Gaystream Media power largely commandeered by obnoxious tribal supremacists is that their nepotistic wagon-circling and insulation from criticism encourages them to disgorge the bilious depths of their hatred for salt of the earth gentiles. It’s…clarifying.

Going Commando

Won’t you graze thigh free ball yeah

How have I been so remiss to have never discussed this topic before? Free-balling — going commando — is an effective means of fortifying your Inner Game and of projecting that ZFG Martin Shkrelli-esque jerkboy entitlement that beguiles goils.

When you’re strutting through public throngs and antifa freak shows with only a character-building starchy denim preventing your cock from raping the world, you can’t help but feel like a pussy slayer and renegade from the stifling soul prison of our globohomo corporatocracy.

It’s even better to let your boys breathe easy at night, in steamy ova-scented bars and clubs. There’s nothing quite like the exhilaration of approaching and chatting up a hot chick while unbeknownst to her your half-chubbed meat sniffs around her twat trench through one precarious layer of fabric stretched to its absolute restraining limit.

HODOR! HODOR! HOLD THE HAMMER OF THOR!

Bonus exhilaration if you’re wearing loose-fitting shorts in a Miami den of iniquity, and an insolent spheroid squeezes past a sentinel seam.

Going commando means taking command of your environment. When you free-ball, girls won’t miss that mischievous smirk that tells them you are hiding secret knowledge, something delicious and naughty that would scandalize wilting flowers. Plus, free-balling is a bedroom accelerant. Take her home, strip off clothes, she gasps as your falling jeans reveal fruit minus the loom, and wonders if you were expecting her surrender all along, an expectation which she will happily oblige.

The Corporatocracy Purges

The purge-friendly argument that “private corporations can ban or restrict access to whomever they like” loses its moral leverage when every multinational corporation bans the same dissident voices. In effect, what this situation resembles is a giant world government actively censoring speech.

My belief now, as we watch a massive totalitarian purge of crimethinkers roll out with curious efficiency and coordination between the State and its Corporate hitmen, is that Trump has two urgent tasks that supersede all other considerations:

1. Trust-bust Silicon Valley tech oligarchs and the huge media conglomerates
2. Build the Wall

Everything else on the Trump agenda needs to take a back seat to these two items. The first will prevent the subjugation and silencing of a large swath of the American citizenry, and the second will provide the symbolism of inevitable victory that will chasten the inhuman Left and prevent a Civil War II.

The events of the past week reveal the depth of fear gripping the Globohomoists. They could feel the heat coming on from the maul-right and assorted realtalkers. They knew their house of cards was about to fall down, that their decades-old manicured lies that propped up their power were set to be exposed and torched. So they played their last hand: the Great Purge. Will it work out for them like it did for the Soviets back in 1938?

Will it buy the Globohomoists another fifty years of plutocratic rule? Or will Truth and Beauty triumph over the Lords of Lies?

The Chateau, as usual, remains open…for now, its warm window-framed light beckoning wayward travelers navigating a very dark and foreboding wood.