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Alpha Of The Month

Best part of this photo is the Holy See delegation just behind the right shoulder of Papua John’s double peckeroni pizza roll. Holy Seeeeeeiiittt!

How many UN globalist girls forced their faces into a rictus of feigned indifference as Delegate Horny Level 99 schwinged and schwung in front of them? Phonies, the lot.

Our Shared Single White Woman Problem

An over-muscled, low E, boy-hipped, steroidal androgynous butterface who was a BernieHo and “resisted” Trump, got really mad on the day Trump fired Comey and rashly decided to snail mail copies of NSA classified information to a reporter, who promptly called the NSA to verify the docs were authentic, after which the FBI came a-knockin’ for our hicklib heroine. And now the dumb dickclit is meme material for /pol/ sadists.

The 25-year-old woman who stole “Top Secret” documents from the National Security Agency and leaked them to The Intercept appears to be a supporter of Bernie Sanders and other progressive icons, such as Bill Maher and Michael Moore.

Reality Leigh Winner’s

“Reality Winner”. Her hippie parents really took those “fake it till you make it” and “assume the sale” maxims to heart when they named her.

apparent social media footprint also shows that she is a supporter of other liberal causes, including the Women’s March and the Islamic Society of North America, the Muslim civil rights group.

She also recently referred to President Trump as a “piece of shit” because of his position on the Dakota Access Pipeline (DAPL) protests.

Let’s have a look at Mz Fantasy Loser’s sexually ambiguous libdyke physiognomy:

Waste-to-hipless ratio: 1488.7

The fucking traps and delts on this biological experiment gone awry would be the envy of Scalzi’s Megawife. And of course Reality Neigh Winner was into cupping. Every airy-fairy swpl drone fad ticked off on her atomized soul-search for meaning.

Some more bio on Reality W(ien)ner:

White House leaker "Reality Leigh Winner": Jewish, Bernie Supporter, supports Muslims, Women's Marchhttps://t.co/uOQC3ntaBR pic.twitter.com/AKBFI3xafP

— St. Frexit (@SlFrexit) June 5, 2017

I was planning to sub-head this post “and our acutely shared single jewish woman problem”, but I thought that would be too on the nose. Instead, I’ll request the services of an enterprising meme-lord to ‘shop the tanktop she’s wearing in this photo to read “EVERY DAMN TIME”:

Here’s a reality that should shake Reality “Being White is terrorism” Winner’s self-conception to the core: The modern post-patriarchy post-shame post-truth and post-beauty America corrupts single White women, totally and utterly, turning them from fresh-faced young feminine women into tatted and injected masculinized freak ogresses recklessly subverting every value and tradition that provided the foundation for the rise of America to a nation the envy of the world. Thanks, ladies! For proof, check these before and after shots of Reality Nay Winner:

Before the influence of Femcunt Unreality:

After the influence of Femcunt Unreality:

A tragic fall from grace.
From innocence to cynicism.
From feminine to unfeminine.
From love to self-hate.

I’ve written about this stuff before, and it always bears repeating because it so thoroughly exposes the craven psychological motivation of the modren Leftoid Fuggernaut. The Left is the outpost of SMV oddballs who want vengeance on the beautiful people and their beautiful nations. The gnarled, ugly anti-White leftoid ideology is a siren song to the degenerate freak mafia, to the has-beens and never-was’s, to the nerdos and tomboys and manlets and manginas and uptalkers and poindexters and fatties and emotionally deformed and mentally ill and spiritually spent and bodily bent and every bitter loser with a hard-on for powerlessness who seethed far too long with envy for his or her betters instead of doing what it took to improve themselves in accordance with the immutable laws of aesthetic and humanistic truth as set forth in evolutionary scripture by the God of Biomechanics.

The Equalist Left is a repository of rejects, and the Reality Lame Winners of the West are the circus sideshow soldierettes of the devolution into Lies and Ugliness, where they believe, at last, they will feel welcome, loved, and accepted in the bosom of their Ugly Lying creation. But they will only feel miserable, and misery will be their company, forever.

Speaking of souldead single White women, here’s a pic of the White Brit spinster who married one of the London Bridge dirtbag terrorists and garnered him a green card for the duration:

Aiding and abetting the swarthiland immivasion of the West, a calling that is irresistible to our single White women! Once more…thanks, ladies!

Our shared single White woman problem is huge, and growing. Something must be done, and soon, before they destroy White nations with their toxic empathobesity and peripatetic pussies.

Bold White Prole Of The Week: Roy Larner

Roy Larner, a 47-year-old White prole, took on three mudfilth muslim killers and lived to tell the tale.

47-year-old Roy Larner battled the three machete-wielding jihadis with bare fists and shouted: “Fuck you, I’m Millwall!”

This should be the new maul-right rallying cry. Season to taste, e.g., “Fuck you, I’m Louisville!”.

Roy was enjoying a pint in a pub when the attackers ran in with machetes, chanting, “Islam, Islam!” and “This is for Allah!”

He’s now been hailed as the Lion of London Bridge, a reference to his football club’s nickname. But like any true set of football fans, his mates have been sure to keep his feet firmly on the ground.

They’ve presented him with a book called Learn to Run – a tongue-in-cheek gesture, praising him for not hiding when the terrorists entered the building.

Unlike the demeaning snark aka humiliation porn enjoyed by swpl shitlibs, prole humor is authentic, generous, and genuinely funny.

Roy was knifed eight times by the attackers at the Black & Blue restaurant and bar. He fearlessly shouted back and fought them alone, saving countless lives and allowing others to escape in the process.

Hero Roy told The Sun from hospital: “They had these long knives and started shouting about Allah. Then it was, ‘Islam, Islam, Islam’.

“Like an idiot, I shouted back at them. I thought, ‘I need to take the piss out of these bastards.’ I took a few steps towards them and said, ‘Fuck you, I’m Millwall.’ So they started attacking me.”

Roy claimed he shouted it a second time, and described it as ‘the worst thing’ he could have done as they carried on attacking him.

“I stood in front of them, trying to fight them off. Everyone else ran to the back. I was on my own against all three of them, that’s why I got hurt so much.

Let’s have a look at Roy’s physiognomy:

100% shitlord. No doubt about it. His bravery should therefore be unsurprising to anyone who understands the predictive power of #PhysiognomyIsReal.

Roy Larner is hereby bestowed with the highest gallantry honour a limey can receive — the Chateau Heartiste Iron Triskelion.

Roy Larner didn’t choose love. He chose to stand and fight. And that should shame every quisling White lib in the West.

Pro-White Hand Gestures Vs Anti-Goofball Female Id (it’s no contest)

I had to chuckle when I saw this photo in the CH combox (h/t a reader who shall remain anon):

The reader writes,

A liberal friend sent me this — ah ha! Racist hand-gestures!

I responded:

The funniest thing is Brittany Pettibone, who is very good looking as well somewhat articulate, cannot help but sit removed from the goofy guys with a mildly disgusted look on her face in a posture that is defending her lady-parts from the subpar sexual equipage of these dorks and signaling that none of these guys is her boyfriend.

One underlying psychological obstacle for those men who have lurid designs on the bodies, hearts and souls of alt-coquettes is, as commenter manwhoisthursday put it, the probable weirdness of chicks who conspicuously and publicly glom onto small insurgent political movements started by men, especially a movement that has as its central conceit a willingness to jettison female-friendly treacly and embrace the ugliest mantruths about humanity. I welcome the alliance of these thot little minxes, but their active participation is a red flag that the girl has, generously, a quirky personality and acts and thinks in ways that are unrepresentative for the female norm of behavior.

Because, and I suffer to say it, the single White woman norm of behavior in 2017 Weimerica is shitlib. Women are herd animals, and the herd has been stampeding in the shitlib direction for a long time now. So it’s sensible from the aspiring alt-cad’s POV to cast a wary eye at single White women who blatantly counter-signal the platitudes of the majority of their sex. If you want to take a crack at these outlier alt-chicks, I suggest you speak smoothly and carry a based stick.

To be fair to the alt-men in this photo, any mixed group social event that has one cute girl in the company of eight men is bound to elicit egg-guarding defensiveness and egg-gilding ego boostification in the outflanked and surrounded girl. BP’s closed body language and sit-offishness may therefore be less an indictment of the quality of the men at that table than a natural female instinct toward personal safety when the sex ratio is badly skewed.

If that’s the case, then one of these men needs to peel away from the sausage reich and coax BP into a mano-a-womano private location where her feminine power can more assertively flower. Godspeed, aspiring alt-womanizer, and remember that milk and OK hand signs may trigger shitlibs but only the Rude Word of Game can thaw a frosty thot.

The Saddest Sight In The World Coming Soon To A Dying Society Near You

Around the year 2040, maybe a little sooner or later, the saddest sight in the world will be seen in the wilds of a dying America. It will be so sad, so pathetic, that onlookers will know deep in their bones — it will in fact cause them to palpably shiver — that was the moment their country finally yielded itself through wheezing gasping breaths to the illimitable darkness.

That sight will be an old wrinkly woman with leathery over-tanned skin sporting a “Proud Slut” tattoo, or a similar formulation, on a visible part of her body such that it was obviously meant for mass consumption during greener times, but now etched into her skin in drape-like folds, creased almost beyond recognition and the color leached out of it to a smear of sickly gray.

When you see it, you will remember this post, and regret that the world only had to listen to CH.

PS Odds the first sighting will be in Florida: 100%

Try to imagine this:

…on an eighty-year-old woman’s haggard body.

There’s nothing more pathetic than a slut who long ago aged out of her ability to capture male interest, but continues to advertise her past sluttery inches above her dusty muff. It’s self-mockery as biting as the WE WAZ KANGZ meme.

Why Men Prefer Smaller Women

Women prefer to lay with taller men, generally. There is a visual dominance aspect to this preference that synchronizes with the female craving for men who are socially and psychologically dominating. In short (heh), women like the feeling they get when they literally and figuratively have to look up to men.

Less remarked upon is men’s preference for women smaller than themselves. Far from universal, it is nevertheless a common sight to see a taller/larger/fatter man with a shorter/smaller/thinner woman. Much more common than seeing the inverse.

It used to be thought that the latter was simply a consequence of the former; that is, women choose to be with bigger men than themselves and since women are the choosier sex men don’t choose smaller women so much as men end up with smaller women who have chosen them.

But what if the preference for sex-based size differentials goes both ways? What if men prefer smaller and thinner women as strongly as women prefer bigger men?

Reader Ironsides speculates that, if it exists, a male preference for smaller women is probably an evolved predilection that harkens back to a distant time — and which remains salient today — when size was the integral factor of tribal dominance.

[A smaller woman] also might instinctively indicate a person who won’t be constantly fighting the man for dominance. Instinct may not be fine-grained enough to distinguish a large, muscle-bound creature from a large, blubbery creature. It simply perceives enough bulk to indicate the mass necessary to challenge the male for leadership of the family/pack.

Kind of like how most guys won’t get in an LTR with a woman taller than they are — and how they often seem to be the subject of mockery or scorn when they do. See, for example, the view of Scalzi’s home life on this site.

Scalzied’s wife is not just taller than him, she’s bigger too. She looks like she could break Scalzi over her knee. And he’s the type of blobby shitlib goober who’d brag about that.

A large female may simply trigger a hard-wired “rival, not mate” reaction, even if the largeness is helpless blubber rather than muscle. Or at least, triggers a “what is it?” reaction from the instincts, which might be even more fundamentally unsettling than a straight-up “this is a rival” response.

So men have two good subconscious Darwinian reasons to reject fat chicks: fatties have lower fertility, and can be mistaken for dominance rivals. Or resource hogs (heh).

It’s an interesting supposition, but I think it goes even deeper than Ironside’s Fatties As Assumed Rival Theory (FaART), to the sexual dynamic always present between man and woman. Smaller women (relative to the man they’re with) appear more vulnerable and in need of protection. This female vulnerability adds a layer of pleasure to a man’s arousal, because men (White men at least) have evolved a wintry instinct to provide for a woman and any children they may have together. Big ol horsewomen don’t trigger that response in men. That’s why betafag low T losers like scalzi glom onto amazons….those kind of weak men prefer to be in the role of the vulnerable partner, mentally fapping to their own powerlessness.

All these calculations are subconscious (or fleetingly conscious). The grunt work to ensure our reproductive success on this earth is done by the tiny imbued survival and replication motors in our hindbrain architecture built and powered by our genes. On the poolside level of awareness, it’s all about the custard cannon. Men don’t like big-n-fat chicks because they look disgusting and sex with them feels gross. That’s really all the justification the God of Biomechanics needs to get His dirty work done.