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CNN Is Fake News

This CNN meme-themed video is one of the best I’ve watched. A ton of visual gags are slipped in. Keep an eye out for Wolf Blitzer’s great shame.

CNN is a travesty of lies and agitprop. But that sick malevolent channel is still blared in doctors’ offices and airports everywhere in America. If you have some gumption left in ya, make it a point to change the channel, even when others are watching. At the doctor, demand that the station be changed (it’s making you more ill than when you arrived, and you don’t want to have to sue the doc for negligence). Pressure Globohomo conglomerates to drop CNN from their TV feeds.

Word on the street is that the Trump insurgency sent orders from the top to the heads of all departments and agencies, and now all government public access TVs have switched from CNN to the Playboy Channel (is that still around?).

It’s this kind of atomic wedgie culture warring that I just can’t love enough! Viva Trump!

Commenter Pusifer (most excellent handle) wonders how a man with a lavish taste for wanton love sheds his accumulated bedroom company.

CH: “One six month stretch I had tore my way through fifteen women”

How do you get rid of them after?!

Some drifted away, some left purposefully, some cried on my porch, some stormed off angrily. Some texted forlornly, but got no reply at all.

A lesson for the ladies: if a man’s heart isn’t ready to merge completely with another, it will be a high hill to climb to convince him otherwise.

This illustrates two big advantages of prowling a densely populated sexual market.

  1. Submersion into the Bangborg. It’s harder to bump into former lovers from among a sea of worker drones and have that awkward “wow so what have you been up to since we last….saw each other?” convo.
  2. If on the off chance you do bump into a past or present plate, there’s an unspoken assumption between atomized hedonists that this is just the way things are in this place we mutually inhabit but separately share. You may fuck me one night, and forget me the next, and I may do likewise, and it would be very gauche of either of us to lament this lay of the land like some sentimental fool.

This also illustrates the one big disadvantage of dating in the bangopolises: if you’re looking for love you can count on, get ready for an adventure that likely won’t end the way you want.

So to answer Pusifer’s question more pithily: the women never left, they just faded to gray.

Flaky Flakeberg Text Game

The Chateau’s Flaky McFlakester text Game is acquiring a lot of devotees. A reader adds to the cacophonous encomium,

CH,

When am I going to give up the struggle in my heart and just accept that you are the source of all knowledge?

dein kampf.

I’ve been commenting on your posts for awhile – recently about my adventures on Tinder as a married man. I had a girl lined up this weekend, and she was ready to go… until her mom called from across the country and it fell apart. We texted a bit the next day, and it trailed off.

Sitting here today, and I go through the CH archives and come across your advice for reversing a flake. I figured, what do I have to lose? I edited a bit cause I know she’s Jewish, and texted her “what’s up, flaky flakeberg?” Got three texts back in under two minutes.

Honestly, my schedule is complicated since I have a wife to work around, so I doubt she and I will be able to connect again. But hey, I got a response, and a few more dirty pictures to add to my collection. And you can’t put a price on that, can you?

Thanks again,

[WHOO BOY YOU BET THE NAME IS REDACTED]

Folks, I am but a humble messenger of the True Nature of Woman. Sup from my banquet of knowledge at your own risk, and prepare to receive the shwings and furrows of indignant tradcons.

Chicks dig jerks, the evidence mounts and mounts (heh).

The latest (via r/TheRedPill) (here’s a link to the original 2007 pdf)

Cuing the inimitable gbfm: alpha fux, beta bux. Same as it ever was.

This accompanying chart deftly summarizes the study’s conclusions:

Male looks is not the sole, nor even the most important, factor in women’s preferences in a short-term mate. (sorry, wolfiecub) While being handsome and muscular helps, it helps more to be confrontative and arrogant. A prick. A jerk. An asshole. A self-righteous peacocking glibly-preening ego-teeming smug sonofabitch.

Confrontational? Arrogant? Influential? Hey, sounds like Poon Comandment XIII:

XIII. Err on the side of too much boldness, rather than too little

Touching a woman inappropriately on the first date will get you further with her than not touching her at all. Don’t let a woman’s faux indignation at your boldness sway you; they secretly love it when a man aggressively pursues what he wants and makes his sexual intentions known. You don’t have to be an asshole, but if you have no choice, being an inconsiderate asshole beats being a polite beta, every time.

The most interesting finding is the category termed “Influential”, which is also described as “social respect” by the study authors. It is, essentially, male personality. Charisma. Force of personality is what wins men the respect of their social peers, men and women alike. As it so happens, social respect aka personality is the only trait of male attractiveness that is equally valued in a long-term and short-term mate prospect by women. Game is the full spectrum enhancement of male personality, utilizing and amplifying the mind-body feedback loop, to increase a man’s attractiveness to women, and it is the only enhancement that will work equally well on ovulating and non-ovulating women.

Therefore, BANG for buck, Game is the most efficient SMV boosting protocol a man can undertake.

Charisma is technically asshole-independent, but it’s undeniable that charismatic men are more often than not willing to tinker around the edges of assholery. Being an asshole is itself something of a charismatic trait, and one which women respond to very strongly, in their vagina areas. So while you don’t HAVE to be a huge asshole, if the choice is between HUGE ASSHOLERY and niceguy respectfulness….choose wiseguy-ly.

The following quoted from the study is funny in a tragic sort of way: Men perceived as less faithful were rated as particularly attractive as short-term mates by fertile women. So if you’re hittin da club and da egg-releasing estrogen fumes are blowin your way, it pays to come across like a shiftless cad who will spin a plate, dump a fuck, show up late, and run amok. These are the men women LOVE LOVE LOVE to FUCK FUCK FUCK.

Related: Poon Commandment VII.

VII. Always keep two in the kitty

Never allow yourself to be a “kept man”. A man with options is a man without need. It builds confidence and encourages boldness with women if there is another woman, a safety net, to catch you in case you slip and risk a breakup, divorce, or a lost prospect, leading to loneliness and a grinding dry spell. A woman knows once she has slept with a man she has abdicated a measure of her power; when she has fallen in love with him she has surrendered nearly all of it. But love is ephemeral and with time she may rediscover her power and threaten to leave you. It is her final trump card. Withdrawing all her love and all her body in an instant will rend your soul if you are faced with contemplating the empty abyss alone. Knowing there is another you can turn to for affection will fortify your will and satisfy your manhood.

More Crimson Pill excerpts:

…when women are fertile they report greater attraction to men other than their partners, but not greater attraction to their partners.

As most of these studies do not find changes in [female] sexual desire across the cycle, sexual desire per se is probably not responsible for these effects.

Based on good genes hypothesis, then, this theory should anticipate that women would find men perceived to be intelligent especially more attractive when [women] are fertile. We found no such pattern.

Male feminist white knighting MENSA nerdos cast to the icy faplands by women of waspy waist and sultry grace. What else is new?

The Winner Effect

The Winner Effect is the cognitive key to unleashing the Latent Alpha in every beta male. The term was entered into the Chateau lexicon via this post about the existence of an “alpha male switch” in mice:

Intriguingly, the experience of winning appeared to leave an imprint on the mice, making them more assertive, even when their brains were no longer being artificially controlled. They were found to be more combative in a second scenario in which they competed to occupy the warm corner in a cage with an ice-cold floor.

“We observed that not all the mice returned to their original rank,” said Hu. “Some mice [did], but some of them had this newly dominant position.”

The scientists described this as the “winner effect”, hinting that there may be a grain of truth in the self-help mantra “fake it ‘til you make it”

Imprinting is a synonym for social priming. Both terms describe how extrinsic alterations in one’s behavior can leave a lasting effect on one’s intrinsic mentality. In laybro language: Fake it till you create it. If you assume the trappings of alpha male posture and body language and attitude and verbal terseness, you will neurally metamorphose into the alpha you mimic. Game is the elevation of a man from beta status to alpha status, and it provides a long-term boost almost the equal of the temporary boost it gives to a man’s SMV.

This is the Winner Effect benefit of Game: the more alpha maleness you project, the more positive attention you’ll get from women, and the more this feeling of winning will embed itself as a semi-permanent feature of your limbic landscape.

Experiences have consequences. If your experiences are a B(eta) side compendium of rejection, you’ll grow bitter about women and skeptical of your ability to attract women. But once you’ve tasted the power surge of testosterone-y glory that accompanies social mastery and the glow of being the locus of female desire, your brain will be reconfigured to a higher alpha plane of functioning, supercharging a positive feedback loop of continued alphatude, winning, and womanizing.

Whether you are besting men or bedding women, the Winner Effect lingers. Don’t misunderstand; The Winner Effect requires steady inputs to achieve an acceptable consistency in output. Persuading one plain jane to sleep with you will produce a Little Winner Effect that may last a whole week, or until a real hottie brushes aside your advance. To really exploit the Winner Effect, you need to build up a reserve of psychological capital, and the surest route to that state of mind is through the hearts of multiple women of increasing beauty.

A lesson for the excitable betas: One girlfriend or wife does not a Rico Suave make. One kiss close does not a loverboy make. One same night lay does not a ladykiller make.

One girlfriend is certainly better than no girlfriend, but to scale the heights of the sexual market and banish the depressive beta male within always threatening to end the party, you’ll need a C.V. of snapper hauling history. Success breeds success, winning begets winning.

Think of it this way: Each new bang secures a slightly elevated SMV rank for a man. If you’re incel, one bang with a mousy nerd girl will fill your jewels with juice and your shuffle with swagger, but it won’t turn you into a Casanova. Bang another, better lo0king girl within a reasonable time frame of the first girl, and your balls will grow two more sizes. Now you’re less beta than you were after banging the first girl, and the Winner Effect lingers a little longer. Bang yet another girl, even hotter, and your Inner Beta is shrunk again while your Nascent Alpha has hit its pubertal stride.

After every bang and new girl, you will “reset” to a less beta/submissive and a more alpha/dominant psychological position once the penumbra of Winner Effect has worn off your post-coitally frazzled ganglia. And the time it takes for the Winner Effect to wear off will increase with each cuntquest. Nirvaja is reached when the Winner Effect is a permanent fixture of your everyday emotional state, and picking up women becomes as eventful as grocery shopping. You expect food to be on the shelves, and enough money in your pocket to purchase what you need.

From a personal standpoint, I can vouch for the Winner Effect. Bedding women lends an air of inevitably and invincibility to a man’s desirability, which translates as an unstoppable confidence in the field. But these romantic adventures tend to come in bunches. It’s the nature of the mating arena. One six month stretch I had tore my way through fifteen women; then the well tapped out and the two months that followed were high and dry. The Inner Beta creeped up on me, and I could’ve succumbed to a longer bout of tingle-killing self-doubt if I hadn’t already had a vajfap sheet a mile long upon which to calm my emotional chaos.

The danger that lurks for all men who rely heavily on interpersonal qualities (rather than, say, a billion dollars) for projecting alluring masculinity is that there is an equal and opposite reaction for every action. The Winner Effect can easily yield to the Loser Rut if you are a weak-willed sort. If you are accustomed to a regular stream of prime pussy gracing your gonads and suddenly suffer a dip in fortunes, then a natural and brief interregnum can seem like a lasting catastrophe. A negative reinforcement can set up that quickly exacerbates what would normally be a tiny disturbance in your force into a cataclysmic referendum on your seductive prowess.

Put your faith in the Winner Effect, but temper your zeal with a commonsensical appreciation of the likely ruts you’ll endure along your journeys in the world of women. If you have a level head and aren’t given to hysterical self-appraisals every time you experience a setback, then Game will serve you as a lifelong friend. For this reason, the womanizers I have admired the most were those men whose quality of conquest was nearly matched by their consistency of conquest. That’s how I knew they had achieved the equivalent of Chateau lordship. Every man experiences ruts, but only a few men gaze up from within their ruts and see an opportunity to climb to a new zenith.

After watching this Rammstein video (which PA called the most masculine music video ever produced), I was inspired to write a short list of final exits, sorted by the most common death scenarios for shitlibs and shitlords. Watch the vid first (great song too):

Shitlib final exits:
nursing home staffed by guatemalans
dildo impaction
sofa death, eaten by cats
marathon race collapse

Shitlord final exits:
mountaintop view
coital surrender
surrounded by twenty grandchildren and fifty great-grandchildren
under a personal best squat weight

I welcome commenter contributions to these lists. The ugliest truths are often excavated from the mind shafts of satire that blurs the line between exaggerated humor and unembellished reality.

Fake News is quick to claim brown migrants don’t commit crime at levels higher than the native White populations of the countries the migrants are colonizing, but that claim is based on nothing but ignorance of the concept of per capita and wishful feels meant to allay nervous shitlibs starting to worry that the core tenets of their equalism religion are bunk.

A first-rate Twatter account run by French dude Philippe Lemoine parses the German crime stats and discovers the maul-Right was right all along.

Summary:

Foreigners have a crime rate 3.5 times that of native Germans.

Asylum seekers have a crime rate 7.3 times that of native Germans.

Foreigners have a violent crime rate 5 times that of native Germans.

Asylum seekers have a violent crime rate 15.1 times that of native Germans.

Foreigners commit rape and sexual assault at a rate 5.2 times that of native Germans.

Asylum seekers commit rape and sexual assault at a rate 15.2 times that of native Germans.

And it goes on and on like this, one hatefact after another demolishing the leftoid equalist Weltanshauung. Consult Lemoine’s Twatter feed for the drilled-down details.

Thoughts, NPR? I know you lying sacks of libshit love to bamboozle your audience into falsely believing that “criminal attacks can come from anyone”, so maybe you effete pansies could summon an ounce of journalistic integrity to report on these hurtful crime stats so that your listeners can be better informed about the world they choose to live apart from.

Not holding breath…

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