The Amoral Left: Far Left-Wing Extremist Bernieboomer Guns Down Republicans, Egged On By Leftist Big Media

The Left has never stood on the high moral ground they claim for themselves. That was always a ruse. The Left is amoral; a consortium of ugly, lying destroyers of White civilization who will say whatever is necessary, and when that fails execute whoever is necessary, to reach their ends, which is total power for themselves.

Compare and contrast Leftist reactions.

Evidence locker A:

Rep. Gabrielle Giffords’ blood is on Sarah Palin’s hands after putting cross hair over district

Here is what Sarah Palin said on the Facebook page where she depicted Gabrielle Giffords in the cross hairs of a rifle scope: “Don’t retreat! Instead – RELOAD!”

Well, the guy who shot Giffords yesterday managed to keep firing until he killed six, including a child, and wounded 13 .

Palin would no doubt say that she was only speaking in metaphor, that she only meant her followers should work to unseat Giffords and 19 other Democrats who had roused her ire by voting for health care.

But anyone with any sense at all knows that violent language can incite actual violence, that metaphor can incite murder. At the very least, Palin added to a climate of violence.

Evidence locker B:

Left-Wing Twitter Celebrates Shooting of Rep. Scalise [UPDATED]

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Welly well, isn’t that interesting? When a leftoid icon is targeted, every Republican and White American is responsible for creating a “climate of hate” that “incites violence”, but when a baseball field full of GOP Congressmen are deliberately targeted by a beta loser Trump-hating Bernieboomer incited to violence by the deluge of anti-Trump hate and lies spewing forth from the Gaystream Media 24/7, that’s just desserts for the victims.

Leftoids always psychologically project their own tendencies to violence and neuroses onto others. The “climate of hate” and “incitements to violence” that leftoids decry as representative of the Right have been standard operating procedure for the Left for decades, only recently intensifying to a level that one could historically compare to social tensions that existed just prior the (first) Civil War. But the Leftoid Equalism island of misfiring droids is relentlessly on the offense, never playing defense, because they know deep in their twisted black hearts that they boil with malice and fantasies of domination and that they are the monsters of their fever dreams. If they give one neuron over to an honest self-assessment, they lay open the pulsing fleshy center of their anti-White ids to vivisection by those they have never stopped tormenting.

Right wing violence in America is almost always a reaction to these Leftoid depredations and amorality. One thing I can tell you is that the US has been in an extended White and (((white)))-on-White civil war since the first one, barring a relative time of comity and stability in the mid-20th Century. A pressure cooker eventually blows if steam isn’t released, and I don’t see any member of the ruling class or the propaganda organs of the globohomo elitists interested in releasing steam. Just the opposite.

The Equalist Left is a malevolent will to untrammeled power, an expression of raw hatred, and a beast with an unquenchable thirst for humiliating their enemies. Their high-minded professed ideals are merely rhetorical tools to gain them power and relish the crushing of anyone who dares to fight back.

Cucks who insist on opposing the Left with recourse to their stately “principles” will always ALWAYS lose to an enemy for whom principles are nothing more than expedient rationalizations that can be altered at will to serve their cause. Some cucks are starting to WAKE UP and fight the Left on the same battlefield the Left has played on for decades…the field of total war and limitless chaos. Once the Left is defeated, and only then, can cucks return to abiding their cherished principles. Not before.

PS Tariq Nasheed, you have to go back to the blighted homeland of your ancestors. This is not a request. It is a demand.

PPS The gunman, James Hodgkinson (now deceased), must be the worst shot in the world. Apparently this loser loaded and reloaded multiple times, had ten minutes to work with, fired off 50-100 rounds, and could only manage to lodge a bullet in one Congressman’s hip and lightly injure of couple of others in the area before security service agents took him out. We can conclude Berniebros aren’t ready for Civil War 2 prime time.

PPPS Recently there was a terror attack in our nation’s Swamp. Two cops and a bystander were intentionally run down by Brandon Figures-Mormom driving a pickup truck, mimicking a spate of recent attacks by muslim terrorists throughout the West. The story has mysteriously gotten very little page space or airtime by our Big Media-Deep State Collusion Collective. Hm, I wonder why….

The Inevitable War

A reader submitted his encounter with Diversitopia in America, lived to tell the tale, and wants Chateau guests to know that they don’t need to fear they’ll be alone when the storm comes.

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The coming war that needs to happen

Seigneur de la Chateau Heartiste,

I have been considering this correspondence for some time now, my delay being in part to the rigors and schedule of my work as a welder and construction superintendent, and also in part due to my recovery which has been longer than anticipated.

In March of this year, I was attacked by a shining example of Diversity! (Inc.) in Baltimore, Maryland.  I had returned to my car after having a few drinks with friends in a recently gentrified artsy fartsy part of town– don’t ever let that fool you in Baltimore or any other major city with a significant black population where recently converted ghettos may have been sold to productive human beings for fire-sale real estate prices.  There is no part of this city where a “good” neighborhood is less than 500 to 1000 meters from a slice of Mogadishu.  Predators learn the travel patterns of its prey.  I see it every day when I drive to work through Liberty Heights and other squalid hells.  Since the attack I moved to Annapolis, the last big town in Maryland not connected to the others by way of subsidized transportation in the form of the Light Rail network, Amtrack-MARC lines, or regular bus shipments of the third world.  To live in Annapolis largely means to work elsewhere, and to work elsewhere means to have the capacity to own, register, inspect, and insure a private motor vehicle for which you are responsible for maintaining.  The automobile may be our salvation if we let the cattle cars crumble, as at least then we can largely immobilize the third world into their respective islands whilst we build walls around them with the machine gun sectors pointed in.

[ed: fyi this is one reason leftoids hate hate hate the privately owned automobile]

As a former US Marine, I am painfully aware of the security risks of Baltimore, and go out of my way to reduce my need to resort to force for survival.  At approximately 10 PM, I sat in the driver’s seat with the engine running and texted a few friends while I let the engine warm up (diesel car, cold night).  I was parked in the corner of a restaurant parking lot that is surrounded by fence on all sides save for the entrance– trapped.  Suddenly, to my left, a loud banging against my driver window caused me to drop my phone, and I looked up in horror at some young dindu punk with a cheap Hi-Point brand 9mm pistol leveled right at my chest ordering me to get out of my car.  I raised my left hand in a stop motion to show him I meant no harm as my right hand inconspicuously but instinctively went for my right hip where, if I were in Virginia or my native New York, my hand would have grasped the hilt of my Glock model 27 .40 caliber soul liberator.  The realization of its absence is when the blood truly drained from my face, and the icy cold reality of having to get out of my car and into the jaws of the beast to negotiate for my life set in.  Had I been able to drive off, I would have done so, and run this dindu down in the process by a fast reverse with the wheel hard to the right.

The instant I lowered the window to tell him to take the car, he started pulling on the glass (thanks for the fingerprints, asshole) and managed to force my window down to reach inside to pull the door handle. He grabbed me by the shirt, and pulled me out of the car but my seatbelt slowed my progress. He kept screaming, almost in a frightened manner, to “get out of the fucking car.” His pistol-whips came raining down on my head and somehow I was able to get out of the car when I tried to just run, but was on my knee with the door open and my right leg still in the car. He kept screaming for the keys, when I yelled, “they’re in the car, they’re in the car!” On about the fourth or fifth smash to my head and face with his crude instrument of an impoverished savage, I saw a starry flash and knew this cocksucker was going to kill me if he was able to get control of my car. I unclipped my Benchmade 4.5″ Stryker knife when I felt him lean over me to look into the car and plunged the glinting tip of my shiv directly into his abdomen somewhere near his spleen. I pulled the knife out to go for a second thrust when I barely got the edge of his blue hooded sweatshirt as he was in Jessie Owens mode running for the street nearby to make his escape back to the shadows. It just goes to show that we are ceding Western Civilization without so much as a whimper, because the instant I became a hard target capable of presenting danger to him and taking his life, he ran like a spearchucking skinny after the last gazelle on the grassy plain.

After driving off hurriedly to safety and dealing with the police, where my vehicle and knife were impounded for evidence for the night, I called my loved ones to let them know I was OK. The smiling southern belle who worked in the evidence lab gave me my knife back when I went to retrieve my car, smiling and thanking me for “marking” the son of a bitch while mentioning that she took the time to completely wash off all the blood for me. Had she not had a wedding band on, I might have asked her if she liked coffee, and if not, the company of handsome men.

The recovery was a bit longer than I expected. I went to see a neurologist and had an MRI in the coming week to check for bleeding, as my girlfriend said there were several times that I stopped mid-sentence and lost my train of thought completely. In addition to the headaches from the concussion, I went approximately three weeks with SEVERELY reduced libido– thankfully that has all worked itself out and I am functioning again as a physically fit man. That fucking dindu nearly made me a eunuch for a car whose resale value is less than ten grand, and one I tried to give him as the insurance company (one of those things that only white people have) would have paid me up in full when my car was found wrecked or parted out in some hole in the city. The black eye and swelling lasted for about two weeks.

Enclosed is a photo of my face that morning, as I decided to go get a line of cocaine’s worth of coffee before heading home to shower and clean up. [ed: injury status confirmed] Later that evening, my girlfriend and I went to a pub in Annapolis to just enjoy each other’s company and celebrate our love and my still being here on this earth– rather than her standing with my parents as my fellow Marines fire three volleys over my lifeless corpse. A gentleman sitting next to us with his girlfriend interrupted us to say that he was a photographer and graphic designer, gave me his card, and asked if he could take our picture for us because he “never sees the kind of affection in couples nowadays.” This wasn’t the first time we were complimented on being so “obviously in love,” so I know it wasn’t just the previous evening’s events that was causing this reaction. My girlfriend will always sit close to me, or in booth-seat restaurants, next to me. I give her the non-hoverhand, and occasional smile or peck on the cheek as I like to refrain from public displays, so what you recently wrote about a woman who has to fight to contain herself resonated that I must be doing something right. The body language in that photo is admittedly a bit beta, but the guy asked me to lean in and kiss her while she looked at him for the specific purpose of hiding my bloodied and bandaged left side of my mug. [ed: it was about as alpha as a peck on your girl’s cheek could look, so well done. cute girl, too 👌🏻] She insisted on being on top that night because of my bruised state. I let her have that request for about half the session.

The experience hasn’t really changed me, but it certainly has honed my resolve, Heartiste. If white men are to take back the cities they built, they will need to use the same weapon on the dindus as they do on us– fear. Civilization is starving for squads of proud, iron-pumping and steel-strapped shitlords to peaceably take to the streets in fearsome enough numbers to remind our squatting guests that transgressions will be met with the same but multiplied. Western Civilization is hungry for her men, and any political advocate of disarmament should be treated, verbally at first, as nothing more than someone who wishes you a terrible death. Do not be their friend. Do not play nice with them in the workplace lest your advancement or security rest upon it. Do not tolerate their bullshit, and remind them who are committing the murders (dindus). Ask them if they would buy an affordable house in the shit pit to live with the pets they so admire. Rub their fucking noses in the shit they have dropped on the floor in which to test white men and white civilization.

Please keep up the tireless work. I sincerely believe that Le Chateau is at the forefront of important work for the coming storm.

As always, you have my faith and support.

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Six decades of this equalism shit is enough. These lethal Diversity™ skirmishes are taking place all over America, and are routinely ignored, suppressed, or sanitized of relevant facts by our anti-White Gaystream Media. And our White foot soldiers who are out there on the front lines taking black flak and fighting back are targeted for silencing and intimidation by Creep State operatives who will allow nothing to stand between their cushy sinecures and their dream of a one world open borders globohomo dystopia.

Which is to say, lunatic libs are at the helm, and their disfigured morality has made war inevitable.

Lunatic Libs

On 9/11/01, muslim soldiers for the caliphate, embedded in the US on overstayed visas, attacked and killed 3,000 civilian Americans.

In the fifteen years since, the US, in defiance of all common sense and sanity, opened the border doors even wider to hot-headed vagabonds from the world’s predominately muslim countries.

The following table shows the percentage change in the number of immigrants to the US from the 27 countries whose populations are more than 85% Muslim from the year 2000 to the year 2015:

Country	Increase
Somalia	275%
Saudi Arabia	200%
Iraq	100%
Morocco	100%
Sudan	100%
Yemen	100%
Uzbekistan	100%
Bangladesh	90%
Pakistan	50%
Kuwait	50%
Egypt	45%
Syria	40%
Turkey	38%
Palestine	33%
Iran	32%
Afghanistan	20%
Jordan	20%
United Arab Emirates	11%
Tunisia	11%
Libya	0%
Oman	0%
Qatar	0%
Tajikistan	0%
Djibouti	0%
Mauritania	0%
Bahrain	0%
Western Sahara	0%

The number of immigrants to the US has increased from nearly all of these places and has not declined from a single one.

The number of Saudis–the country that supplied 15 of the 19 9/11 hijackers–living in the US has tripled in just 15 years. That’s right–since the worst Muslim terrorist attack in US history, America has nearly quadrupled the number of Somalis, has tripled the number of Saudis, and has doubled the number of Iraqis, Moroccans, Sudanese, Yemenis, and Uzbekistanis living on its soil.

The total population of the US increased 13% from 2000 to 2015. The number of immigrants from these 27 countries to the US increased 60% over the same period of time, from 1.3 million to over 2 million. This truly is astonishing.

Lunacy, it what it is. But of course our lunatic libs wouldn’t get to experience the fullest pleasure of their virtue sniveling if there wasn’t an element of danger attached to it…or rather, attached to the flyover BadWhites who bear the brunt of living side by side with these dirt world detritus resettling in their bucolic Heritage America idylls.

Lunatic libs
I know you’re out there
You’re in high towers
And you hold your meetings
I can hear you schemin’
I know what you’re after
We’re wise to you this time
(da goyim know this time)
We won’t let you kill our homelands

Uh huh
Uh huh
Uh huh

Lunatic libs
In the nation’s last gleaming
This is open season
And you’ve pushed it too far
Cause you gotta be pompous
For your moral delusions
We’re on guard this time
(On guard this time)
Against your tribal solution
Oh no

Uh huh
Uh huh
Uh huh

We can hear you sneerin’
(We can hear you sneerin’)
No, you’re not gonna win this time
(Not gonna win)
We can hear your hatred
(We can hear your hatred)
In your op-eds and gay parades
(coming from the deep state)

Lunatic libs
We all know you’re out there
Can you feel the resistance
Can you feel the thunder

*Aficionados of obscure pop culture references will appreciate the delicious irony in my choosing this particular song by Red Rider to remix as an anti-globalist call to arms.

Phony Comey: Deep State Scumbag

Via LOTB’s Jewish Community Center, a shiv worthy of CH recognition.

Comey is a weasel and has been unmasked before the country.

Quoting John Nolte’s twitter:

“Lynch asked Comey to lie, he agreed.

Trump asked Comey to tell the truth, he refused.

SCUMBAG”

Phony Comey’s gonna be wishing there was another drape to camouflage himself with when Trump’s America finally applies the finishing throttle on his fifteen minutes of lame.

Reader Field Report: Reversing A Flake

A reader dug up an old CH anti-flake tactic and wished to express his gratitude for a successful reversal.

I’m a beta trying to break out. I often peruse the CH archives for helpful advice, and it’s still there in all its glory. Let’s go back to 2009, I used this tactic on two girls with results:

https://heartiste.wordpress.com/2009/02/02/reversing-a-flake/

I deleted the second conversation, but attached is the screenshot of the first. Each time the girls had stopped responding to my messages, yet each time they immediately responded to the mcflakester comment. It resuscitated my conversations with both girls. Unfortunately my lack of game prevented me from capitalizing, but it gave me two additional chances. So far I’m 2/2 using that quote. Feel free to share this e-mail as a reminder to the readers of Le Chateau of the effectiveness of this tactic.

 

Implied in the reader’s enthusiasm about the “mcflakester” anti-flake line is a reminder that each of these CH Game tactics, taken individually, won’t normally seal the deal with a girl, but taken together greatly boost the chance of sheet twisting success. That’s because you can’t get anywhere with a girl if she isn’t talking with you, and one throwaway CH line can be enough to, in the reader’s words, resuscitate a dead conversation. Game is a full spectrum assault on women’s hindbrains; one artillery shell won’t win the war for reproductive entente but a barrage of shells all targeted at different limbic bunkers will open a clear path to her heart.

White Empathy, White Indulgence: It’s Not Universal

If you’ve ever lived in a diversitopia — I mean an area with real Diversity™ not just black and White but multiple races living under one neighborhood roof adding to the colorfully hazardous stew — you’ll notice a peculiarity that shitlib SWPLs would rather you never mention, which is that nonWhites — the subcontinental browns, the aztecs, the orientals, the MENAs and even the fuckin mystery meat race orphans, among others — treat blacks so much worse than Whites treat blacks. Blatantly, rudely worse.

You’ll often see a scene where some bindi is excoriating a black service worker for tardiness or general incompetence. As a White person, you might cringe a little at the scene, even though you know gandhi is right on the merits. A part of you wants to chastise him for not recognizing the informal rules of engagement in America when dealing with blacks: abide their shortcomings with a sumptuously magnanimous spirit.

It’s as if all the world’s empathy, big heartedness, and indulgence were concentrated in just one race — White Western Europeans — and the Lord of Lunacy decided no other race but Whites should possess such divine traits. Whites alone seem to have the ability to grasp the failings of another race and to obligingly adjust their behavior to draw the least amount of attention to the stark racial differences when in the company of members of that race, so that they don’t feel like lessers in the presence of superiors, or like oddballs in a world where White norms of social interaction are foreign to them.

NonWhites, however, whether they grasp the inherent and therefore unmitigable nature of black failings or not, care not a whit for blacks’ feelings and will gleefully, almost sadistically, make their displeasure with black incompetence known to participant and spectator alike.

All this is a roundabout way to reiterate the infamous CH maxim “Diversity + Proximity = A lot of hurt feelings and suppressed aggravation”. Diversity is not our strength or our moon landing; it is our miseries heaped atop miseries, only prevented from exploding in a cataclysm of spite by wealth transfers (aka paid ransom) from Whites to nonWhites.

PS I used to have to drive a short way through a shitty hood that was half-black and half-hispanic. Along this one residential street a hispanic gang (possibly MS-13) would gather across the road from a black gang (whose members were belched up from the deepest ghetto pits), and I’d drive between the two groups on occasion. They never mingled, and every time I drove by it looked like a shooting could go down in an instant. It was like West Side Story, except a lot more ominous. Ese Side Story meets The Wire. Anyhow, one day I was perusing the police blotter for entertainment value, and read that there was an incident on that street that included multiple stabbings and one victim that was seriously injured after “being thrown into a moving vehicle”.

NonWhites can be marshaled to gang up on Whites for a time, but their seething intertribal hatreds will always make it difficult for their handlers to keep their hatreds focused on the prime enemy.

Freelance Comment Of The Week: The Insular Globalist

From Mohel’s Midnight Snack,

I’m not proud of it but I admit that seeing the [London Bridge terrorist attack] victims included continental ‘bankers’ rather than English pipefitters was a slight relief… if anything represents the depravity of our era, it’s the parasitic globalist canape-and-anal class that shuffle between the inner hive cities, the kind of people who openly offer that the problem with London is that it’s still 0.01% English, usually found sneering in front of overpriced tapas and fantasizing about nagger dicks.

Across the internet right now working-class British poasters who’ve never left Cuck Island are being told by bisexual mulatto French investment bankers that their reactions “aren’t British” or “aren’t London”.

Globohomoists preach a big gayme about diversity, but they agitate for nothing less than the destruction of real diversity — the diversity of White European nations and their glory envied by the whole world. That these same globohomoists should fall at the blade of their imported third world pets is truly cosmic justice. Oh well, it’s just a new reality they’ll have to get used to, and a small price to pay for cheap sneering.