Humiliation Is The Highest Value Of The Anti-White Left

Over at the Goodbye, America photoblog, commenting on a post about blatant mudshark propaganda, JDave writes,

she is looking at the viewer with a smirk (the favorite expression of the psychopath). Her message is “This pisses you off – which makes me happy”.

Another intrepid commenter dug up Instawhore info about the girl in the ad. She’s a natural brunette who was made to look as Northern European White as possible by the ad team. For the bracing cuntrast, you see.

Anyhow, JDave’s comment reminded me of a fleeting nignette from a couple months ago. I was eating lunch when a semi-pretty late teens or early 20s non-fat white girl languorously slut-walked to a vending refrigerator a few feet from me. I glanced at her, mentally jotting an impression of her as an emotionally vacant xanax addict (while limbically approving of the sway of her back).

As she scanned the sandwiches for sale, a nuck-bigger about her age, looking a lot more ghetto and purple-black than the dude in the ad above, loped to her side and made a big show out of wrapping both his arms around her waist and spooning her from the back as she was bent over the lunch meats. In the execution, I received an enriching view of his underweared ass as his jeans were resting about knee-high.

The bar taby must have noticed me eyeing his “ho”, from a spot concealed to me, and wanted to send a message. His occupancy of her personal space was so over-dramatic, I almost laughed.

But that’s not the Moments of Diversity™ snapshot that really left an impression. It was the girl’s reaction that carved a cortical chink. While getting body-engulfed by her dreadlocked pimp over the sandwich case, she swiveled her head at the neck, looked right at me, and….smirked. Exactly like the chick in the ad.

This White girl was a microcosm of the establishment anti-White Left, a cipher for visiting humiliations upon those they perceive as their enemy (read: as their betters), and a foot solider for invading and commandeering the public spaces of what used to be healthy White America and replacing it with their degeneracy. What started as ripples of FUCK YOU DADS has gained strength and coalesced into a 500-foot FUCK YOU WHITE CIVILIZATION hate tsunami barreling down on anything true and beautiful left in the world.

That smirk was memorable….almost as memorable as her lifeless eyes.

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A lot of these young mudsharks are gonna get older and after their bruises of love heal they’ll try to dupe an unknowing White beta male into post-sharkin’, post-prime nubility nuptials. Many succeed in this endeavor, because one, there’s a reliable supply of thirsty white betas who will overlook a white girl’s past mudsharking pecadindus (some loathsome white cucks will even brag about it, ffs), and two, up till recently it was fairly easy for a socially atomized, geographically disconnected white girl to hide the coal in her closet from White men she dates.

My suggestion to put a dent in the mudshark problem is to encourage these damaged white girls to gloat about their coal burning all over social media, so that future White men in their lives can easily dig up their pornfolios and find the dark matter residing there. My quaint belief is that many White men, even pathetic betas, will think twice about wifing up a girl who’s taken all-expenses-incurred tours through the Dark Incontinent.

It’s really not good for civilization to remove all consequences from women’s actions. Here’s to bringing back those consequences.

Remember Who You’re Dealing With On The Exterminationist Left

Way back in early Spring of 2016, I was at a backyard party having a conversation with two girls and two actual phagggots. We were talking Trump (he had either just secured the GOPe nom or was getting close), and after listening to the gay homosexual male-things gripe about how bad he was for the LFHTUWORFBHGFUCKMYANUS community and watching the girls bob their heads in agreement, I politely concern-trolled that in the big picture I could see why Trump was succeeding, that there were a lot of left-behind working class Americans (knowing with this crowd that “working class” would be interpreted as a euphemism for “White”) who felt Trump acknowledged their problems and who was the first candidate in a long time to really care about them, and that maybe they (SWPL shitlibs) should try to understand how Trump’s supporters feel so they can win them over.

(I also said Trump could very well go on to win the whole thing. Off this blog I was predicting a Trump win to friends almost the day after he announced. My non-shitlib friends now think I’m an oracle. My shitlib friends may think the same, but they don’t let on.)

One of the phagggots shuffled his foot into the lawn and sneered, “Yeah well, I don’t give a shit about how they feel.”

Love wins, right?

Except it doesn’t when it’s WHO, WHOM? and US, THEM.

Know who you’re dealing with. It’ll steel you to deliver your vengeance without mercy when the time finally comes.

MAGA Game Challenge

I have a pickup challenge for CH readers.

Step 1: Go to a bar or other urban SWPL meetingplace where the sexes (female and lefty mangina) mingle in a miasma of expectant carnality, while wearing the iconic red Make America Great Again hat.

Step 2: Wait (not long) for shit tests to roll in. As we all know when you’re getting shit from a girl you’re halfway to the bedroom. Have a friend secretly film your hijinks, or strap a GoPro to your hat and, when asked, explain you’re filming a documentary about the dating scene. Do not joke about this. The more serious you sound, the likelier she’ll believe you are an aspiring artist and if she plays her cards right she just might have a starring role in your world creation.

Step 3: Pass those shit tests with ease utilizing this one simple rhetorical gambit. When a girl sees you and your MAGA hat and makes an accusatory assumption about you, ask her “What’s the matter?”, then inform her you’re just here to make the bar great again. If she’s really indignant, tell her not to be such a buzzkill. (If you’re lucky and meet a Trumpenstrumpet, say how GREAT it is that you two have found each other in this world of hillary clitlickers.)

Step 4: Proceed to Game the girls for as long as possible, up to and including boudoir threshold crossing. (Don’t switch the GoPro off until she unequivocally demands it.) Keep us all posted on your continued MAGA Game with any new progress pics or vid clips. Show us what you got man. Wanna see how freakin’ great, yuge, bigly, and MAGA you can get. The Chateau readership (numbering in the gorillions) thanks you for the motivation.

Fly The Chateau Flag To Victory

A reader who for obvious reasons prefers anonymity asks a favor,

Me and my friends would like to fly a Chateau flag at the next pro Trump Rally. Any suggestions?

Fly the Happy Chateau at a Trump rally? Hoist the Heartiste standard above the battlefield strewn with the crushed egos of antifa?

Absolutely!

A modest suggestion: Use the front page banner of this blog.

Anyone who manages to take a photo or video of the CH flag held high at a Trump rally will earn two distinctions: Shiv of the Week and Shitlord of the Week. If a shitlib faints at the sight of it, or immediately falls to her knees before it to vow fealty, I will add a permalink to the dissident blog of your choosing.

Here’s another CH flag suggestion that will serve the dual purpose of rallying the troops and inviting curious inquiries from women feeling all tingly for reasons they can’t consciously comprehend:

Picking Up Sidewalk Activist Hotties

Not all sidewalk activists hawking material for the shitlib cause du jour are nuisances best avoided. Occasionally, a hot babe will thrust her ample pamphlets and bodacious donation sign-up list in my face. When I spot one of these sexy solicitors, I do what any woke-weary womanizer would do: flip the script and assume the sale.

CHIPPER GIRLTHING: “Hi! Would you like to help secure the existence of our people and a future for White children?…”

WANDERLUST WOMBCHIPPER: “This is an elaborate ruse you’ve set up just to flirt with me. There are easier ways to get my attention.”

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CHIPPER GIRLTHING: “Hi! Have you heard about White Genocide?…..”

WANDERLUST WOMBCHIPPER: “Yes, I’ll go out with you.”

CHIPPER GIRLTHING: “Huh? No no, I’m not asking you out….”

WANDERING WOMBCHIPPER: “Oh, well I figured you were since you came right up to me. You come on strong, has anyone told you that?”

etc.

Trust me, these girls haven’t heard one interesting word from any man since they started their job as a wacktivist cause du jour whore for UNIVERSAL MANDATED ABORTION NOW. When you speak to one of these girls as I have shown above, you will practically smell the pungent aroma of sex wafting from her flowering furrow.

The Gorsuch Effect

First the Ninth Circuit rules against the ban & now it hits again on sanctuary cities-both ridiculous rulings. See you in the Supreme Court!

— Donald J. Trump (@realDonaldTrump) April 26, 2017

Praise Kek, the God Emperor has not betrayed his principles.

(but we here at the chateau will help keep him honest.)

How To Tell If You Exude Alphaness Or Betatude

Here’s a simple social experiment necessitating few input variables other than a public venue and a street hustler to determine if you, or other men you can observe, exude alphaness or betatude.

Those carnival barkers working for non-profits like Greenpeaceout or Abortion, Yay! are useful proxies of a man’s SMV. Try this: the next time you pass by one or more of these millennial hippies holding clipboards and pamphlets near subway entrances, bus stops, or along busy sidewalks, take note of their reaction to you.

Do they accost you to pitch their dreck? You exude betatude.

Do they let you walk by unbothered? You exude alphaness.

Pretty cut and dry, if I must say. And if the NGO urchins begging for donations let you pass unmolested with a look of apprehension and even fear in their eyes, your alphaness may be off the charts. If, on the other hand, they rush right into your face and press their case for an uncomfortably long time as you stutter and stammer to get away, your betatude is bad enough to require a PUA’s intervention.

In short, look like a badboy who doesn’t suffer bullshit gladly, and you are likely an alpha who enjoys plenty of female attention. Look like a niceguy who takes shit from everyone, and you are likely a beta balls-deep in the GoFap Zone.

If you want to gauge your progress from invisible beta herb to irresistible alpha chad, keep track of the reactions you get from volunteer streetside beggars. You want to unlock the achievement level in which all those shitlib cause du jour curs are retreating from your arrival like the fucking Red Sea parting before Moses.

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Prof. Woland writes,

I was once approached by a SPLC fundraiser while getting out of my car at whole foods (where else?). He asked me if I knew who they were and tried to rope me into some guilt trip social justice tripe. I stopped and thought for a second then answered back that they were an anti-white organization. His face contorted like he had stuck his finger in an electrical socket. He was shocked. When I came out of the store 5 minutes later there was not a trace of him.

Beautiful. People think that these scumsucking anti-White leftoid organizations like the $PLC are so fully converged with the Weltanshauung that they are nigh impregnable to attack from the righteous, but the reality is that they are powerful because they’ve never experienced REAL PUSHBACK. The anti-White Left has been so protected and coddled by the media hate machine that they have no idea there are people out there who KNOW THE SCORE about them. So when they get hit with an accusation of anti-White bigotry, they fold like cheap lawn chairs. Because they know it’s true.