Physiognomy Is Real: Reading Personality In The Face

The amoral Chinese have produced another study that supports the PHYSIOGNOMY IS REAL maxim, and adds to the growing body of real world evidence undermining the Equalism orthodoxy currently straitjacketing the minds of the Western intelligentsia-cum-Ignorati.

(Honey panda don’t give a shit for your laughable leftoid ideals.)

It has long been speculated that cues on the human face exist that allow observers to make reliable judgments of others’ personality traits. However, direct evidence of association between facial shapes and personality is missing from the current literature. This study assessed the personality attributes of 834 Han Chinese volunteers (405 males and 429 females), utilising the five-factor personality model (‘Big Five’), and collected their neutral 3D facial images. Dense anatomical correspondence was established across the 3D facial images in order to allow high-dimensional quantitative analyses of the facial phenotypes. In this paper, we developed a Partial Least Squares (PLS) -based method. We used composite partial least squares component (CPSLC) to test association between the self-tested personality scores and the dense 3D facial image data, then used principal component analysis (PCA) for further validation. Among the five personality factors, agreeableness and conscientiousness in males and extraversion in females were significantly associated with specific facial patterns. The personality-related facial patterns were extracted and their effects were extrapolated on simulated 3D facial models.

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Despite the uniformity of ant people faces, I can easily see the workings of physiognomy, a true palimpsest of the borg soul. The faces of the extraverted, conscientious, and agreeable Chinese reflect their subcutaneous personalities, and these looks-personality intersectionalities fit the primal templates we all have for specific types of people.

Something that stands out in particular for Chateau readers is one other trait revealed by the physiognomy test: the disagreeable and careless male faces look like they get a lot of vertical pussy. Chinagirls dig chinajerks. And the high extraversion female face looks like a party girl (adjusted for native population…to most Whites she looks like a budding Chinese teen boy).

Does anyone else get the sense that modern Western liberalism with all its gynecratic beliefs is about to suffer a catastrophic loss of faith very soon? The question remaining is whether the crisis of Western shitlib ego death will transition peaceably to a Shitlord Renaissance or if it will have to be birthed in a hell-crucible of civil road warring.

Obamagate: A Spy Scandal Unfolds

It’s looking more like Trump has set a trap for the Globohomo establishment (the DNC, their media piss bucket boys, and 90% of the GOP) by waiting out this Russia nonsense until a Gay Mulatto diversity-hire mystery moron (Evelyn Farkas) accidentally spilled the beans on another Gay Mulatto diversity-hire (Susan Rice, former National Security Adviser), revealing that Derp State operatives had been surveilling Trump for over a year and that Rice had indeed broken the law by “unmasking” Trump associates (aka American citizens).

Resident CH guest black piller on all matters Trump, Greg Eliot, may be ready to take the Gold Pill after reading this bombshell story.

Former President Barack Obama’s national security adviser Susan Rice ordered U.S. spy agencies to produce “detailed spreadsheets” of legal phone calls involving Donald Trump and his aides when he was running for president, according to former U.S. Attorney Joseph diGenova.

“What was produced by the intelligence community at the request of Ms. Rice were detailed spreadsheets of intercepted phone calls with unmasked Trump associates in perfectly legal conversations with individuals,” diGenova told The Daily Caller News Foundation Investigative Group Monday.

“The overheard conversations involved no illegal activity by anybody of the Trump associates, or anyone they were speaking with,” diGenova said. “In short, the only apparent illegal activity was the unmasking of the people in the calls.”

Other official sources with direct knowledge and who requested anonymity confirmed to TheDCNF diGenova’s description of surveillance reports Rice ordered one year before the 2016 presidential election.

Also on Monday, Fox News and Bloomberg News, citing multiple sources reported that Rice had requested the intelligence information that was produced in a highly organized operation. Fox said the unmasked names of Trump aides were given to officials at the National Security Council (NSC), the Department of Defense, James Clapper, President Obama’s Director of National Intelligence, and John Brennan, Obama’s CIA Director.

There are two issues of note: The surveillance of American citizens suspected of no crime (Trump and associates), and the leaking (unmasking) of the names of citizens caught up in the surveillance.

I believe both are tantamount to treason and in no sane, healthy Western society would active surveillance of its citizens by Big Brother be tolerated, but right now the news stories have been focusing on the unmasking of “incidentals” as the potential violation of federal law.

Doran charged that potential serious crimes were undertaken because “this is a leaking of signal intelligence.”

“That’s a felony,” he told TheDCNF. “And you can get 10 years for that. It is a tremendous abuse of the system. We’re not supposed to be monitoring American citizens. Bigger than the crime, is the breach of public trust.”

Waurishuk said he was most dismayed that “this is now using national intelligence assets and capabilities to spy on the elected, yet-to-be-seated president.”

“We’re looking at a potential constitutional crisis from the standpoint that we used an extremely strong capability that’s supposed to be used to safeguard and protect the country,” he said. “And we used it for political purposes by a sitting president. That takes on a new precedent.”

If Trump knew this all along, then what he has demonstrated so far is supreme patience in waiting for just the right moment to unleash hell on his enemies. And what a vengeful hell this could turn out to be for Team Gay Mulatto; these are real acts of treason that could have many Democreep operatives Pepe-marched into federal prison.

Meanwhile, Gay Mulatto spends a suspiciously long time vacationing in Indabuttfuckistan. Whatever could the Limp-wristed One be running from? A major spy scandal that he orchestrated to interfere with a US election and undermine the incoming Administration? Say it ain’t so! Saturday Night Hivemind will have to retcon their last three months’ worth of Trumputin Derangement Syndrome opening skits.

PS I am disappointed that Trump signed an order permitting ISP companies to trade and sell users’ personal data. I hope that Obamagate will convince Trump of the need to kill the Surveillance State before it grows into something undeniably tyrannical.

The Lynchburg Butchers

Here’s another story about the gifts of love pouring across our southern border that the leftoid legacy media has for the most part hushed up, lest they give succor to insufficiently anti-White Whites who prefer a little truth over a boatload of lies in their lives.

Three hard-working natural conservatives illegal immigrant Latinos, all upstanding members of the MS-13 gang, murdered (presumably White) 17-year-old Raymond Wood in Lynchburg, VA, (an outer burb of the Acela nexus of vile anti-White statism). The vibrant latinos mutilated Wood’s body.

Raymond Wood’s uncle, Dale Wood, told local station WLNI that his nephew’s body had been savaged by his murderers.

“His hands were cut off, his throat was cut, his tongue was pulled into his throat, he was stabbed 16 times, ran over 3 times,” Dale Wood told the station.

The gruesome mutilation in which a victim’s tongue is sliced and pulled through his neck is sometimes known as a “Colombian necktie.”

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On Friday, The Roanoke Times reports, police charged three illegal immigrants with Wood’s death — 21-year-old José Corea-Ventura, 19-year-old Victor Arnoldo Rodas, and 24-year-old Lisandro Posada-Vazquez. The men were determined to be illegal by the Bedford County Sheriff’s Office, detained, and subsequently arrested by U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement.

You can blame the previous president, Gay Mulatto, for these murders. He left the border undefended and allowed, through his malignant negligence, these three foreign vermin along with countless others to terrorize White America.

The original piece — “Raymond Wood’s uncle confirms details of nephew’s death: hands cut off, throat cut, multiple stabbings” — was taken down and replaced with a note that WLNI had removed the story “to honor a grieving family’s wishes.”

WLNI did not retract its reporting.

Hm, is that really why WLNI took down the story? Or were they acting as dutiful enforcers of the Narrative?

We’re at war, whether or not we formally accept the fact of it. The Enriching Diversity is here, and they don’t have much love for Constitutional republicanism. White America will rise up against this war raging in their homeland, or they’ll kneel down to their usurpers. There’s no way this ends in hugs and hand-holding harmony, no matter how many vapid Globohomo logos Spoogle splooges on its home page.

The Souldead Shitlib

The Heritage America Resistance should know its enemy is the army of souldead shitlibs with ugliness in their hearts, minds, and nearly as often, their faces and physiques. Carthagian explains,

Scott Adams said the Bernie Sanders ad set to a Simon and Garfunkel tune was the best persuasion of the primaries. It was all American identity. Lots of whites. It felt like the 80s. In their hearts, most normal people want to MAGA. What’s so great about this new Welcome Back America idea is that even the shitlibs are susceptible to having their hearts and souls stirred by imagery of healthy white intact loving families. Then they catch themselves and remember that they are supposed to hate that beauty, not be moved by it. But that 2 second process highlights that ugliness in their hearts, to them, and, even more importantly, to normies. A similar thing happened with the TV show The Man in the High Castle. The ads showed intact German families in America and it looked so appealing that the advertisers were accused of celebrating the Nazis!

That’s insightful. Shitlibs can recognize beauty on a primal level, but instead of appreciating and enjoying that beauty for what it is, and being moved to aspire to similar beauty or contemplate the truth inherent in it, the psychologically disfigured and physically ugly shitlib’s immediate reaction is to deny their deepest longing and lash out at the display of beauty, and everything it represents. The shitlib witnesses beauty, feels a quick twinge of authenticity brighten his blackened soul, and panics at the meaty intrusion of Truth. In a swoon of existential crisis, he will frantically tamp down his incipient warm glow, and as a balm for his pricked ego will demean the Beauty as “sap” or “racism” or “Nazism”.

This is why shitlibs tirelessly spend so much mental energy elevating Lies and Ugliness to moral directives. They wear their degeneracy like armor and shield, protecting from harmony outside them and from dissonance within them. The moment they stop crusading for L&U, their vampiric flanks sizzle under the light of truth.

The Alpha Attitude, Recapped: “He Persisted”

If you can’t handle getting rejected ten times successively by ten different girls, you aren’t ready for the Game.

It happened to me, once. Over three weeks, I tried and failed to close ten girls. Tough sledding, to be sure. But I stayed outside my head, and never allowed it to get to me (beyond a post-rough patch recollection of the numbers of girls involved while telling the tale to friends).

No womanizer who’s worth his colloquial designation would fold after ten successive rejections. Maybe he’d muse on his streak of bad luck, but he’d never question his desirability to women. That’s the kind of knee-jerk emotional spasm reserved for blubbery beta males riven with self-doubt after ONE rejection.

You’ll know you’ve achieved Rod Emperor status when failed pickups leave no more impression on your psyche than failed lottery tickets.

After that three-week twat trough, the fourth week shone its labial light upon yours unruly: three numbers, two makings of the love.

He persisted, and she submitted.

An American Pietà

The Chateau letterbox received this heartfelt appreciation from a reader and artist named Daniele Vek.

Good morning,

I am an avid reader of your blog Goodbye America and I wanted to extend my thanks to you and your work. I am convinced that it’s impact is much broader and deeper than you can imagine. I wanted to thank you, as I knew one day I would, for a particular entry dated July 26th, 2014, titled “Crosshairs on America“. I was still a very young child during the turbulent early 90’s and witnessed the tension of the Rodney King incident and the subsequent LA riots. Though I was comfortable in my suburban bliss, as a child the horror was not lost on me.

As the years went by incidents of domestic terror and social strain heightened and one such was that of the incident at Ruby Ridge. Although I was familiar with the case and had seen the photograph before, I was not yet prepared for the emotional impact of your accompanying message and the commentary to the posting. It was so stunning that I chose the subject and your message to create a painting, my rendition to the last photograph of Mrs. Weaver. This painting is named “Maeror” roughly translated from Latin to grief or suffering. I only recently started painting, and establishing online presence, when I was approached to have Maeror published in an American art and culture circulation. Something I never, ever expected to happen. I’m still shocked and excited because I’ve only been doing this for the past few days, and may I dare say I am all Squee! on the inside. Enclosed is the image, you can also see it on my site link below. I would like to know if it is okay for me to borrow from your post’s description, in particular the line “An American Pietà” it was that specific phrase that made it click for me and got my gears going.

Thank you again, your observations as small as they may appear are huge. Here I am today beginning a career in art with meaning, with feeling, and maybe one day I will impact someone’s entire life, their future, like you just did. From the bottom of my heart and with deep gratitude thank you and continue what you do. It is imperative.

Daniele Vek
Artist

https://vekpainting.wordpress.com
https://www.facebook.com/VEKFINEART
@vekartiste

You’re very welcome, Daniele. The best ‘thank you’ a labor of love can receive is another labor of love.

The Goodbye, America post that so moved her had this commentary (plus photo):

THIS PHOTO is my contribution to the “Goodbye America” series. It’s different than the usual images of degeneracy. Instead, it is a tragic snapshot of what was good and noble.

Look at the photo. Haunting, isn’t it?

It’s a US Marshalls surveillance image of the Weaver ranch ahead of the Ruby Ridge massacre. The woman in the photo is Vicki Weaver, who would later that day be shot through the head by an Asian-American FBI sniper, while standing in a cabin door and holding her and Randy’s baby.

If I understand the timeline of events correctly, Vicki Weaver in this photo is mourning the death of her 14-year old son Sammy, killed by the feds earlier that day. If that’s the case, the photo is an American Pietà.

If I recall correctly, long-time reader PA supplied the commentary and “American Pietà” designation. And yes it is a powerful photo. So powerful, in fact, that our legacy leftoid media has seen fit to memory hole it out of ever existing, fearing as they do its use as a rallying symbol of resistance for Heritage America and their nationalist cause against the dehumanizing forces of Globohomoism. You can damn well bet that if a similar photo had existed that supported, rather than undermined, the reigning anti-White Narrative, the media would have blasted the image nonstop for days, weeks, years, hailed its symbolic awesomeness, and appropriated it for every Leftoid suicideology under the black hole sun.

Here is the painting that Daniele created to honor Vicki Weaver and the embattled culture and nation she represents that have been under attack for decades by a malevolent urban cocktail set all too eager to order their diversity shock troops to pull the trigger on White America.

Maeror

A chillingly beautiful work of art, Daniele. True beauty. Not the postmodern ugliness that inbred elitist degenerates think passes for beautiful art.

I only hope now that this post reaches out across the highways, the fields, the suburban tracts, the small towns, the gentrified hipster playgrounds, the media and technohive boardrooms, the campuses of equalism indoctrination, and the psychologically crippled churches…reaches far into their hearts and beyond to an awakening populace….and ignites something, anything, in our growing cells of dissident resistance to fight and fight with divinely inspired fury, throwing everything we’ve got, our strength and our passion, upon the evil, all-consuming globalism goliath, beating it back to its primordial hellsource and returning our people to their land, and the land to our people.

Our Maeror will become our Spero.

PS Yes, you may borrow anything from the post’s description. I won’t speak for PA, but I’m sure he would agree. We are all conduits for Truth and Beauty here at this humble chateau, and our streams of resistance merge freely into a mighty river drowning the souless insectoid bureaucrats and globalist nation wreckers.

A Crib Sheet Of All-Purpose Shit Test Replies

The female shit test is a subconscious mate assessment algorithm to determine which men are worth a woman’s untethered sexuality. There isn’t an equivalent intrinsic* male version because men assess women’s mate value with a split second glance at her face and body and yoga pant-delineated camel toe. For men, verbal tests of a woman’s grace under pressure aren’t necessary to filter YOLO chicks from HELLNO chicks. Women DO need limbic access to shit tests, though, because they evaluate men’s SMV using a holistic mental template of their ideal man that includes social status, dominance, confidence, looks, resource acquisition potential, and perhaps most importantly, personality, and most of these beguiling male traits aren’t easily discernible by women in a few seconds’ of social interaction.

*There is an extrinsically acquired male shit test, which could collectively be called “Game” as its purpose is to challenge a woman to “show what else she’s got besides her looks”.

Female shit tests generally fall into three categories: The dominance shit test for male toughness, the compliance shit test for male dignity, and the reproductive fitness shit test for male charisma.

Examples of the three types of female shit tests:

Dominance Test

“You’re not in my league.”

Compliance Test

“Buy me a drink.”

Fitness Test

“I bet you’re a player.”

All these shit tests routinely nuke beta males’ chances with women, because inexperienced or self-doubting men either don’t know how to answer them effectively, or they don’t have the bantz balls to give women the rhetorical jackhammering the fairer sex so strongly and secretly desires as prologue to clamping log.

Related to the topic of this post, a reader (Ron B) had a Game question about how to reply to a girl who unloaded a shit test on him in text. (Regrettably, I was not immediately available to help this man, because I would have given him the good advice he needed but failed to execute).

Text from girl (who was competing in a tournament this weekend):

“So you’re not gonna ask me how I did?”

This is an obvious shit test, but I’m struggling with the reply. Any ideas?

This is a Compliance Shit Test with an element of Fitness Shit Testing thrown in for extra credit. Girls don’t shit test in this way unless they already like the man and need additional reassurance that he’s worth pursuing. There’s a hint of insecurity in the shit test, but don’t be fooled; you still need to nuke it from orbit. Female displays of insecurity are often traps to lure less savvy men into supplicating postures of tingle-killing courtliness.

CH Maxim #46: A good Rule of Manhood is that for every three Blurts of Insecurity from a girl, one is sincere. Call it the 2/3rds Female Affectation Ratio.

Ron B correctly identified the DIK ASSESSMENT PAIN BOX he was about to stumble into, but unfortunately the reply he chose was the weaker of his many options.

Her:
So you’re not gonna ask how I did?
Me:
huh?
Her:
In the competition 😂
Me:
Oh yeah how’d that go?
Her:
Pretty well the whole team got 2nd in the nation overall
Me:
2nd in the nation, 1st in my heart. GO [team name]!
Her:
Wow didn’t realize you were so enthusiastic about figure skating

Now what?

If “huh?” was my reply, I wouldn’t have used the question mark. Just “huh”. It’s more ambiguous and less apt to make the girl wonder if I’m a dolt. (Really bitchy BPD chicks will respond to “huh?” with some nasty “r u playing dumb?” remark, so be prepared ahead of time for that possibility.) The insufficiency of “huh?” is evident in the text path that Ron forced himself to follow afterwards, when he wound up complying with her shit test anyhow. Personally, I would have sent her a trophy emoji, in the fashion of Birthday Cat, which has the power to lead to all sorts of fruitful convo threads that heighten sexual tension rather than release it. You could even play it off like you were thinking of some entirely different competition than the one she actually participated in: “Wait, we aren’t talking about winning a pole dancing event?”.

Ron B continues,

“Huh?” might be the better option.

But what about: “It’s nice when a girl texts first once in a while :)” Reframes the convo to my frame, makes her look the chaser.

Or do you think that sounds too beta?

BETA. Don’t do it. Step back from the pussyhat ledge. When a girl gets that line, she’ll think, “I guess he has to text girls first all the time. LA-HOOZER.” Better: “Someone needs attention. Sigh, my burden is never light.”

Commenter hans has a really good reply for Ron B:

“You better be a winner, girl!”

Though I may not be the best advisor right now.
I´m in an utter “take no shit” mood lately, especially towards wymminz.

Don’t worry, hans. Chicks dig men who take no shit, utterly. I like this reply because it works on a deeper, almost NLP-ish subliminal level. The girl hears two meanings: did she win her competition, and is she a winnergirl who can keep the interest of this stones bold man?

Back to Ron B, who gives us the full text exchange,

Her:
So you’re not gonna ask how I did?
Me:
huh?
Her:
In the competition 😂
Me:
Oh yeah how’d that go?
Her:
Pretty well the whole team got 2nd in the nation overall
Me:
2nd in the nation, 1st in my heart. GO HENS!
Her:
Wow didn’t realize you were so enthusiastic about figure skating
Me:
Are you back at [our mutual college] yet?
Her:
No I get back tomorrow at like 7pm
Me:
Oh so you can see me Tuesday night
Her:
Maybe 😏 I’ll think about it
Me:
Don’t think too much

Ok, so, do I wait for her to reach out to me Tuesday? Or will I reinitiate?
Thanks everyone, for the advice. t. college game newbie

The girl’s sarcastic “didn’t realize you were so enthusiastic about figure skating” is of course another shit test, of the Fitness Probing variety. One tried-and-true counter-maneuver to the shit test is to Ignore&Plow, which Ron B did here. We’ll have to see if it was effective because the girl still feels it necessary to leave the impression she’s mulling her options/dragging her feet (“maybe..i’ll think about it”). Again, while Ignore&Plow works more often than not, it’s almost always better to banter with the heartlight of a thousand ZFG red giant balls and remind the girl that she’s in the company of a charming mofo. So, for instance, I would have replied to that figure skating quip with an equally sarcastic retort like, “Love it. A perfectly executed Triple Sow Cow brings me to tears. I’m having a hot flash just thinking about it.”

All of which brings us to the meat n’ Bartholin’s of this post: commenter Vanamee’s excellent crib sheet of all-purpose shit test replies which he/she took the time to compile from the CH Tomes of Infinite Knowledge of Love and Women, and from contributing commenters.

Catch-all replies compiled from rosy, capitan ragedy, mr hearts, the peanut gallery et moi

– Nah
– I don’t care
– It’s complicated
– No, I don’t want to get you pregnant
– Look at you, Nancy Drew
– Tell me more
– Don’t flatter yourself
– What’s it to you?
– Says you
– This and that
– Here and there
– It’s a long story
– Oh geez. Here we go again
– Damn straight
– Ghey
– Lame
– Talk a big game. Rarely as good as advertised
– Tough
– Too bad.
– Tell me I’m wrong
– Little spoons don’t ask big questions [ed: or, “…don’t make the rules”]
– I know
– Thanks
– Naturally
– Sure you/we can
– Askn for it

the less logical or linear the reply, the better

Succinctly put. I’d add a few more nonlinear slicked quim-shivs to that list:

• Birthday Cat emoji
• I’m a stone cold killer who loves to spoon
• bring da movies
• who bitch this is? (choose your timing wisely)
• low energy
• #FakeHate (use this on sassy girls giving you over-the-top grief)
• Swayback emoji
• E for effort

And from the all-time number one most-read post at the Chateau:

• tits or gtfo

Happy hunting, and don’t forget to practice Safe Seduction (out of her parents’ sight).