The Bonus Army And The Fundamental Premise

Recall The Chateau Fundamental Premise — that sperm is cheap and eggs are expensive and this biomechanic reality manifests as observable cultural and institutional differences in the treatment of men and women — while reading this comment by long dong silver drawing a contrast in response between the Slut Walk March and the Bonus Army protest of 1932.

If a group of men marched on Washington and the state capitols in the same numbers, I’m certain that the police would to nearly [full] media coverage crack some skulls. Funny how that works. One little footnote in history not taught in the history textbooks anymore is the Bonus March. Over 17,000 WWI veterans and their families set up shop on DC in 1932. It was much like the occupy movement of a few years back. The veterans had tent cities that included their families. They were broke and hopeless. Uncle Sam promised them cash for their WWI Service but didn’t pay. In response, they staged a peaceful but lengthy protest. President Hoover responded by sicking General MacArthur on them with cavalry, infantry, and tanks. The media called the protestors “the Bonus Army.” They were not an army at all. It was a hobo camp. Imagine if that happened to these women. You can’t because it wouldn’t. The message is clear: Eggs are precious, sperm is cheap. Men’s legitimate complaints are met with either shame or truncheons. Women’s slight pet peeves are demonized by publicly funded propaganda or made outright illegal. We live in clown world.

The Fundamental Premise coupled with leftoid equalist control of the media apparatuses means that 17,000 WWI homeless vets with a legitimate grievance against their government get crushed by cavalry and tanks, while half a million cat ladies and emotionally frazzled wine-chugging cock hoppers with NO LEGITIMATE GRIEVANCES WHATSOEVER in the year 2017 beyond a chance to vent their self-inflicted spinster frustrations on a world stage custom built to satisfy the most demanding attention whore’s ego get lavished with endless praise and credulity by every American power structure that isn’t named Trump or Chateau Heartiste.

Ringling Bros recently announced it was closing down for good. So clown world does have a termination date.

The Shitlib Mind

One day, skedaddles in fear from a school bus unloading ghetto teens.

Next day, sings the praises of the Hidden Figures movie.

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COGDIS isn’t a mental bias to overcome for the typical shitlib, it’s a call to arms.

PS The premise of Hidden Figures — that a trio of sassy black women put men on the moon — is thoroughly debunked as just another anti-White goyim Pedowood production. Don’t expect whitest NPR to report on the debunking any time soon.

The next phase of the leftoid equalism project — which we are currently watching kick into high gear — is to sanitize White men from their historical achievements, like that unlucky victim of the purges scrubbed clean from a Soviet photo of Stalin and his lackeys.

The good news, if there is any, is that Whites, and White men in particular, are WAKING THE FUCK UP to the endless leftoid legacy media, entertainment, government, and academia agitprop campaign to demonize, disparage, displace, and dispossess them from the nations they and their ancestors built from the fucking GROUND UP. Uncucked Whites have begun to see clearly their role as designated targets, and are refusing to cooperate. This is what’s driving the Left batshit insane with point-and-sputtering rage.

By hot lead or cold affidavit, Civil War 2 is coming. You read it here.

Freelance Comment Of The Week: The Menopause March

An anon at Sailer’s site passive-aggressively snarked about Steve neglecting to mention the Menopause March because it wasn’t just filled with “angry black women”. The Anti-Gnostic used the opportunity provided by the anon John Leibowitz acolyte to expose the reality of that cunt festival.

It turned out to be a bunch of well-fed white women wearing $150 running shoes and holding $500 cell phones, with more life options than they know what to do with.

Practically speaking, there are no more rights left to give women. So when they find out that all jobs frankly kind of suck, everybody forms hierarchies, everybody has to compete, and successful men don’t enjoy their company, what then? Answer: find a lightning rod for all your inchoate rage about your sucky life and go on a stupid, pointless march.

Judging by photos, there were a lot of menopausal fatties and hippie boomers at the Menopause March, which convinced me to change my preferred name for it from the Menstruation March. Even the pre-Wall chicks looked old for their age. Shrieking Leftism notably accelerates aging in its adherents. All that stupid rage based on lies and vapid solipsism must keep cortisol and inflammation levels perpetually high when their precious snowflake egos aren’t sufficiently fluffed.

Case in point: Ashley Judd

This woman used to be a hard 9 not long ago. The Wall decided to target her for early expiration once she gave herself over to the Cat Lady Cult and starting speaking bitterbitch poopytalk. Here’s video of her at the Fatties Finally Get Off The Couch March reciting a poem titled “Nasty Woman”. It’s so insipid in its White man-hating evil that one could easily picture this screechy, crazy-eyed, rancid psychocunt at the side of Pol Pot cheering on his liquidation initiatives.

“Ashley! Ashley Judd is here!” Fucking sicko Michael Moore looks and sounds like a giddy old lesbian. If these are our enemies, the war is already won.

The Tingle

First, can I just say how UPLIFTING (heh) it is to look at First Lady Melania instead of Harambe Trapezius? A guy could get used to this.

Second, every man who’s lived a day in his life knows that look of a woman rocked by a silent, seismic tingle of love rushing on a current of lust. Right at the moment Herr Trumperica assumed the most powerful throne in the world, a barely-contained supernova of admiration and primal desire escaped Melania’s poise. Sex for only her man drips from her gaze in this photo.

If optics were everything in politics, Americans have the distinct pleasure of jettisoning a sooty smoggy reduced visibility for a gleaming, glorious, crystal clear vista that extends to the farthest horizon. The stars shine in all their multitude tonight.

The Resistance

COCK THE WORLD

(what I would’ve given to see a zfg shitlord strut through that Bitter Bitch March wearing this mass triggering projection of toxic masculinity.)

PS Why couldn’t any self-promoting and enterprising alt-righters foot the airfare for this Original Shitlord to crash the Million Skank March with his member impudently wagging in their screwed up faces? You’ve gotta stay one step ahead of the deranged Left if you want to play this game.

Shia LaBeouf probably would’ve misinterpreted it as an invitation to suck his dick.

Freak Fault Lines

The Left’s fault lines will soon rupture, bigly. Diversity + Proximity = Centrifugal Tribalism.

The only thing keeping the modren Left “””unified””” is White Submissiveness. The day that Whites stop bending over in abject obeisance is the day the Left falls victim to its internal contradictions.

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A great comment from safespaceplaypen:

The left’s intellectual basis has past its prime long ago. The philosophers and leaders that gave it its teeth have all died away. All that’s left is the remnants of its most dedicated ideological followers – those who believe in the principles but don’t know why; they just like it because it appeals to their biological dispositions. This is what happens when you have no intelligent or philosophical foundation to your movement and when your opposition has grown clever to your arguments/tactics and has adapted – you get incredible, eye-opening inconsistencies and contradictions, where the only thing sustaining you is teenage angst, a degenerate culture and billionaire financiers.

The reality about any movement run on pure feelz is that it will burn itself out spectacularly and in short order. As sspp writes, incoherent rage without intellectual grounding will fly off into the ether, untethered and fizzling out on the panting, red-faced, empty diatribes of bitter cat ladies and misshapen grotesqueries. The alt-right, whatever one may say about its tactics, has at its many nodes a real intellectual heft girding its memes and trolling. That is why it wins, and will continue to win, besting both the Left and the Cucked Right. Rhetoric is unstoppable when it’s wedded to Realtalk.

Rhetoric + Realtalk = Victory in War.

The Xir Response to Trump’s Inauguration

An anti-Trump protester screams 'no' as Donald Trump is sworn in as the 45th US President pic.twitter.com/qmsaFmMSkr

— ITV News (@itvnews) January 20, 2017

That is funny as hell. But again I cannot tell if a shitlib protestor is man, woman, or xir-beast. The modern Left is a Rorschach test. What sex and/or species do you see?

Leftoid protestors used to have a veneer of coolness (way back), until the internet thunderdome exposed them all as androgynous fatty crybaby loser fugs. They’re like a mass catfish operation on normie society; you think you’re reading about scary revolutionaries and then a phone camera catches them blubbering in the middle of the street as cheetos tumble out of their chin folds and you’re not sure if they pee sitting or standing.

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Pudendum: I’ve always had a fondness for Bill Clinton, and this is why:

Credit: @beinlibertarian! Hillary catches Bill staring at Ivanka #Inauguration pic.twitter.com/b0NwQZHb5D

— James Slingsby (@luckyjimsling) January 20, 2017

I don’t doubt that Trump and Bill Clinton were good friends (at one time). Unapologetic alphas who love women tend to “get” each other.