One Big Border Wall, Or A Million Smaller Border Walls: Either Way, The Wall Is Inevitable

This is an observant comment by theng85, about the costs, big and small, that Diversity™ imposes on society.

Also, a shower thought regarding vibrancy and open borders:

You’ve mentioned before that when a country’s border in weak or unstable, more mini-barriers will be opened up within the confines of the border. I’ll never forget walking by a brownstone in Brooklyn that had a “No border wall” sign in the window….A window that had bars over it and a locking gate around the property. What’s good for the goose isn’t good for the gander, I guess.

But there are more boundaries where there’s more vibrancy. My litmus test for whether or not I’m in a bad area is how easily I can access things in something like a gas station or a McDonald’s. If there’s a table with napkins, straws, ketchup, sugar packets, and I can walk into the bathroom and do my business without needing to talk to the staff, then I’m in a good (Read: White) area.

But if the ketchup and napkins are behind the counter, or you need to be buzzed into the bathroom/given a key, or you have to talk to the cashier through a 6 inch sheet of bulletproof glass, then you’re in a bad (Read: Vibrant) area. One of the selling points of my current apartment was that the 24-hour gas station down the street had open access to its bathrooms 24/7. That means I was in a safe neighborhood with little to no vibrancy. And I was right!

tl;dr: Diversity causes instability, instability creates boundaries.

Focusing on nonWhite invader crime grabs headlines, but the mass invasion of tens of millions of economic parasites warps healthy society in ways that brute crime stats don’t capture. It’s all the little annoyances — the locks on bathrooms in fast food joints and coffee shops in vibrant neighborhoods because the vibrancy has a habit of befouling public restrooms — that eat away at social trust and bonhomie, increasing individual stress levels. Welcome to Cortisol Nation.

You’ll have a big beautiful national border wall, or you’ll have a million smaller border walls surrounding all the places you love to visit and which make a nice life worth living. There is no third option. The Wall is inevitable. Choose the Big Wall, or the Million Small Walls. A border-less, Wall-less world is a fantasy that not even shitlibs believe if they are judged by the gated communities and strict zoning laws they avail themselves of to keep out the objects of their Fake Affection.

***

The Mamas & The Pepes sings “You Gotta Go Back” (and provide a helpful link to the ICE phone number and website).

Game, Dominance, And Diversity: The Globohomo Project of Forcible Betatization

Diversity + Proximity = War.

I got to thinking about this ugliest of Ugly Truths while reading a Sailer post about a review of a book written by a French “real estate theoretician” (now there’s a legitimate new job created by open borders) taking on political correctness. An excerpt from the Frenchman’s book jumped out at me.

A public-housing development is a community, yes, and one can wish that it be more diverse. But it is also an economic resource that, more and more, is getting fought over tribally. An ethnic Frenchman moving into a heavily North African housing project finds himself threatening a piece of property that members of “the community” think of as theirs. Guilluy speaks of a “battle of the eyes” fought in the lobbies of apartment buildings across France every day, in which one person or the other—the ethnic Frenchman or the immigrant’s son—will drop his gaze to the floor first.

Regular guests of Le Chateau will be familiar with the “battle of the eyes”, because it also features in dominance displays between men vying for women’s attention, and in seduction cues between men and women. (I personally love this archived CH post that advises striking a balance between unwavering eye contact and tactical distractedness when picking up a woman.)

Eye contact is a crucial indicator of a man’s self-perceived social and therefore sexual status. If he is given to promptly lowering his eyes when meeting the gaze of strangers, or of women, or of invader saracens, then he is communicating his low status. He is a beta male, and in the case of France, he is a beta male on his own turf.

Interestingly, there’s a confluence of biomechanical streams than join and flow into a delta where Game, Dominance, and Diversity mix in a toxic effluvium. Male dominance — telegraphed through various means, including body language signals — is inherently attractive to women. The ladies love men who show dominance over other men, and over women. The happy nature of woman is to submit to a powerful man; this goes doubly for careerist feminist shrikes. A woman never feels more fulfilled in the embrace of her feminine essence than when she is captivated by a man above her in all the ways that matter.

Men will always strive for dominance in one form or another over other men, because they understand beyond their conscious ken that this is the avenue to flared furrows. There will be no extinguishing of this male urge without reconfiguring humanity into something other than a sexually reproducing species. Men with kinship or national ties (but I repeat myself) can cooperate, but the dominance domino is always in the back of man’s mind, waiting to topple.

Diversity™ accelerates the internal drivers of male dominance; when a genetically and culturally distant tribe invades (courtesy of invites sent out by the globalist elites) the land of another tribe, male dominance displays are amplified and aggravated to the precipice, and beyond, of violence.

Smiling, too, is a cue of social status. Among men, toothy smiles are a signal of submission, of low status, and of low testosterone level. Smiling is context dependent; when a fighter is outmatched by his opponent, (and he knows it), he will smile more, indicating an unwillingness to proceed with hostilities (naturally, this display of submission only emboldens the stronger man).

Smiling relates to degree of Diversity™ as well. It’s no coincidence that America is both a diverse country and a nation filled with goofy smilers. Though this article‘s author doesn’t connect the dots, the real reason Americans feel compelled to smile so much is because Diversity™ imposes miseries on them and increases the contexts and opportunities for intertribal dominance displays. Sad to say that White Americans are losing this battle of the smiles; your typical SWPL isn’t smiling in the company of vibrancy because he’s friendly…he’s smiling because he’s signaling his submission to the invaders. As the emailer welcomerain wrote,

Apparently, Americans smile a lot cuz diversity.

This has many disturbing implications that the article does not explore. If we smile more to signal amiability in a diverse population, this necessarily implies that diverse populations have a lot of internal tension. In other words, Science has once again conceded that Diversity + Proximity = War.

The article does not make note of the fact that most of this smiling goes one way. Dindus maintain their thug scowls and angry pouts. Only the goodwhites supplicate with grins as immobile as car grilles.

It is by this means and toward this end that goodwhites are being forcibly betaized. This process feeds itself.

The Forcible Betatization of Western Whites is a perfect catch-all term to describe the evils of the Globohomo Inc agenda to de-White the White West: Step One: Neuter the White men.

Diversity™ will increase the need for dominance or submission displays such as “battle of the eyes” and smiling like a goof. As social trust craters, people must fall back on primal modes of interpersonal assessment, which means a return to primitive dominance and submissiveness postures to keep the social peace and prevent all-out tribal warfare. If this strikes you as a regression from European norms of social interaction to a more African-style norm, you’d be right. As a rule, when a more primitive people invade the homelands of a more civilized people, the primitiveness will push out the civilized norms, absent a show of cleansing power and the willingness to use it.

Game is partly an organic response to increased Diversity™, and in this definition I include a diversity of sexual market options. (The old meet-marry-mate rule has been tossed for a freewheeling mate-meet-manage expectations anti-rule.) The nexus of Game, Dominance, and Diversity™ becomes clearer: dominance displays must increase in a Diversitopia of both race and sexuality, and Game is perfectly situated to help men capitalize on that intensified need for communicating dominance, to acquire pussy as well as to flex power over invader tribes.

Women, for their part, are fated to submit to the strongest men, no matter what they tell themselves or write about in Salon, and a stew of competing tribes under one national flag means that White women will now be assessing the dominance scores of their White men against nonWhite men. The field of male dominance has expanded in scope, and resulting stress fractures are bound to split apart further an already frayed social fabric.

This is why the Globohomoists are intent on executing to the end their Forcible Betatization of White men; the less White men feel they are the owners of their homeland, with a government that has their backs, the more inclined they will be to submit to the globalist locust scourge. A creeping powerlessness means more stupid smiling and lowered gazes to appease the Diversity Rötherhämmerung.

Game can be White men’s salvation, giving them once again a “home of their own”, as it instills a powerful sense of self, of entitlement, of prerogative, and of mastery over their women and their public spaces. The times demand solutions that may offend the moral sensibilities of the smiling defeated.

Of Manjaws And Infidelity: ¡SCIENCE, Yo!

Manjawed women are avoided by men because men don’t like women who look like men. CH has written about this topic a number of times, so the news won’t surprise regular readers.

Too much femme T
there goes my chubby

Evolution has seen fit to incorporate this distaste for masculinized women into the male limbic landscape as a hedge against female infidelity and getting cuckolded. It turns out the manjaw (and associated manchin) in women is linked with an increased “sexual unrestrictedness”, which in laybro’s language means manjawed chicks are more likely to step out on you.

It is therefore natural and normal and most importantly SELF-INTERESTED for men to prefer the romantic company of slender, young, attractive, feminine, womanjawed women.

***

In related SCIENCE, YO! news:

• The more household chores a husband does, the more likely the marriage is to end in divorce. (Also an ugly truth CH has covered in the past.)
• It helps (a lot) to be a female criminal defendant. “After controlling for the arrest offense, criminal history, and other prior characteristics, “men receive 63% longer sentences on average than women do,” and “[w]omen are…twice as likely to avoid incarceration if convicted.” This gender gap is about six times as large as the racial disparity that Prof. Starr found in another recent paper.” Now some of this sex disparity (like the race disparity) is probably a result of female criminals exhibiting less depravity than male criminals in the commission of legally equivalent crimes. But a bigger reason for the disparity goes to something much deeper in the human psyche: the Fundamental Premise, which explains that female coddling is a natural psychological instinct among both men and women that exists because (most) women are more reproductively valuable than are (most) men.

Younger, Hotter, Tighter: Not Emmanuel Maricon’s Wife

Maricon’s literal old lady is a leading indicator that he’s a beta male (or beta gay) puppet of Globohomo, Inc. I would say that 64 year old Brigitte hit the Wall, but that’s superfluous; she experienced terminal velocity impact 25 years ago. The consummate insider Emmanuel Maricon has been riding a beat up mule since the day they met, when he was 15 and she was 39 (that’s 24 years of banging out dusty grandma muff…I can’t think of a worse exile from indulging normal male desire).

If Maricon wins the French Presidency, as now seems likely, France will have sealed its doom. You don’t shackle your nation’s fate to a squirrelly, low T, globalist lickspittle during times of crisis and expect anything good to come of it.

On the topic of wives as leading indicators of their husbands’ betatude or alphaness:

The Washington Post-Op tuts tuts about the Trump-Melania age difference (while lauding the Maricons’ age difference) because Bezos’s personal blog is staffed by mincing beta phagggots, bitter bitches, and hateful frozenites. Nothing bugs the Betacunt Establishment more than an alpha male exercising his sexual entitlement and availing himself of the hot younger women who are his natural, adoring constituency.

And of course nothing delights these same sexual market losers like a malleable betaboy-slash-closet case globohomoist taking up with a fat, ugly, or old woman and providing a sliver of hope for lonely feminists.

FYI, Maricon’s wife is fair game. Any ruling class cipher who wants to flood the West with indigents and orcs has fully earned the gloved shiv treatment.

FYI, part deux: 4channers sleuthed up information revealing that Maricon lied about tax evasion.

Comment Of The Week: Game Is Good

Mr. Vain channels Gordon Gekko to deliver the Rude Word of Game,

The point is, gentleman, that game — for lack of a better word — is good.

Game is right.

Game works.

Game clarifies, cuts through, and captures the essence of the evolutionary spirit.

Game, in all of its forms — game for life, for money, for love, knowledge — has marked the upward surge of mankind.

And game– you mark my words — will not only save you, but that other malfunctioning place called the USA.

The funny thing is……..it’s true. All of it. Because Game is Balls. And Balls are Life. Life of mind. Life of body. Life of America. Life of White Western Civilization.

You aren’t just picking up women. You’re picking up America’s spirit. You aren’t just banging an over-entitled HB7. You’re banging the feminist cuntery out of America. You aren’t just helping women fall in love with you. You’re helping Americans fall in love with their heritage again.

Game on.

Spare a moment for me preen, will ye?

Le Chateau Heartiste passed 100 million straycation guests recently. I thought this was notable.

The Perils Of Nepotism

Trump having his globalist girl daughter Ivanka and Soros-paid son-in-law Jared Kushner part of his Administration, sitting in on meetings, presents an obstacle to the free flow of information, ideas, and strategies that a president needs to perform at his best and to hew to campaign promises.

The calculus is simple: Blood is bond. And the only thing that can unbond blood is other blood. Non-family members of Trump’s team, even if they are close friends and confidants, will find it exceedingly difficult to question or contradict the suggestions of Trump’s family in his company, or even alone with Trump. They will find it difficult for good reason; as judicious as Trump may envision himself, genetic directives will pull him toward family, and away from anyone he perceives as having besmirched his family. If Bannon has the right nationalist-populism ideas, but it clashes with Ivanka’s competing social liberal mushiness, Bannon risks Trump’s wrath or disavowal if he objects to Ivanka’s suggestions at the roundtable. Possibly, he risks the same if he objects in private to Trump, hoping to tactfully skirt the family issue.

I believe that lady lemming liberal Ivanka and globohomoist Jared, by their mere presence, are hamstringing the Bannon-Miller axis and thus sabotaging Trump’s nationalist agenda. It would take a real set of brass ones to tell the boss in so many words his daughter’s idea is stupid and counterproductive. Would you? And if you had the requisite sack size to pull it off, you probably won’t be around for long to pull the same trick twice.

#Melania2024