Female Accomplices To Alpha Male Killers

There are developments in the Orlando muslim fanatic mass shooting that won’t surprise Chateau guests. Omar Mateen’s second wife, Noor Zahi Salman (American as apple pie), knew about his plans to shoot up the Pulse anal playground, excuse me, nightclub, and declined to tell authorities. She basically covered for Omar, and could be charged as an accessory to murder.

The lessons are as old as time. Muslims, especially from the Middle East and Central Asia, are extremely inbred and clannish. When one muslim goes on a killing spree for allah, you can bet that his immediate and extended family silently acquiesced and probably even supported his violent intentions. This is a sort of tribal wagon-circling and abetting you won’t find too often among Whites of Northwest European descent. It’s confirmation of Donald J. Trumpening’s sensible position that the families of jihadis should be targeted for kebab removal.

The second lesson is ripped straight from the pages of the CH Philosophes. Chicks dig jerks, especially cute chicks in the prime of their fertility who could have non-jerks if they desired them. The allure of the alpha male — note I did not say admirable man — over women is unmissable. Even a brown, ISIS-pledging son of weirdo immigrants with a possible history of downlow sexcapades can cast a spell over women who should know better. Is anyone who’s lived a day in his life among the fairer sex shocked that Noor Salman would swooningly swim in the wake of her psychopath husband’s plans to reach his 72 goats? History is replete with female accomplices of alpha male killers whose charms could not be resisted.

Lest it go under-reported, Omar’s first wife is a true hottie, and he has kids from multiple women. ALPHA. And if you don’t like it, don’t blame the messenger. Blame the massengil.

Meanwhile, a beta male has six white roses instead of twelve red roses delivered to his wife on their anniversary, and she nags him for the oversight and closes her legs for six months.

Rabbit Holocaust

Men from aggressive, foreign tribes, full of passion and conviction, have begun targeting the culture and lifestyle centers of their post-tribal enemy, as opposed to government and military sites. They have identified the softest underbelly and are eviscerating it with a vengeance. This means liberals — r-selected rabbits — will bear the brunt of violent Diversity. We are careening into the rabbit holocaust, when everything liberals believe and hold dear will be under mortal threat, and they will die or scatter to the protection of their warrens.

This may be a needed cleansing. After all, it’s rabbit ideology that got us to where we are: besieged by malcontents and barbarians, and making high-minded rationalizations for welcoming ever more of them to lay waste to the rabbit-optimized Elysium fields of grass that is always fresh and green.

Grass needs watering and tending to keep out pests. Rabbits forget that. All they know is that the grass is there, let’s eat, and why not invite others to join in the feast. Well the grass is retreating, and the rabbits are being gunned down. This won’t change things; common sense and a preservation instinct are missing in the rabbit genes. Millions more Americans — even shitlib Americans — could die at the hands of Diversity and the Effete Elite would not surrender their open borders globalist race-mongrelizing agenda. The solution will be, as always, a forceful taking of power by the K-selected wolves, to save the rabbits from themselves.

Shitlord Of The Week

I’ve had to upgrade the Shitlord of the Month series to Shitlord of the Week, because they’re starting to crop up in the news more frequently. This is a positive sign that a Shitlord Rebellion is a-brewing. When we hit Shitlord of the Day, the Gallows will be heavy with the swinging bodies of traitors and the Wall will gleam from Brownsville to Imperial Beach.

SOTW is owned by this huh-White man, whose shitlib-eating grin could launch a thousand brown triggerings.

Nothing drives the anti-White left and mud hordes insane like mockery. AMUSED MASTERY, in the Game parlance. Trump has it in droves, and that’s why he’s steamrolling the nation on a shoestring budget and a skeleton crew.

Comment Of The Week: The Lion And The Lioness

PA (his blog here) delivers a swift uppercut to the triple chin of America’s gender blender equalists.

The difference between man and woman: the lion fights to the death for his cubs. The lioness goes into heat when an interloper kills her cubs.

The analogy that PA draws explains why women are more amenable than men to voting for politicians who will open the borders to mass quantities of alien races. It’s just a simple fact of sex differences that women come pre-installed with a submission algorithm that executes with a supine ferocity at the exact moment a stronger, more self-confident tribe of men overruns their own men wracked with doubt and enfeeblement.

Islam (president Gay Mulatto’s preferred religion of affinity) is the ultraviolent tribe currently laying waste to the West’s shibboleths, if not the West’s lands, but give it time…if enough shibboleths fall, the spiritually impoverished people of the West will cede their lands with barely a fight (and more likely than not with an excuse for why ceding territory is a moral imperative). And if the estrogenized transom is any indication, too many women are rushing to defend Muslim interlopers from whitemalepatriarchychristianbigotsgunlovingredneckbiblebeltthumpers. Western women are figuratively, and in some cases literally, going into heat for the marauding morlocks.

Does this mean women are innately treacherous? As a political question, maybe. But I would say as a judgment on their character, no, women are who they are: by nature maximizers of their reproductive fitness, and that means to save their valuable eggs they’ll submit to the men with the most passion for conquest. They know not what they do, iow, except how to survive in a world only superficially moved beyond its primal energies.

The answer to the Woman Question, as PA alludes, is for the men of the West to deny the interloper lions access to their lionesses. Accomplish that, and their women won’t feel compulsions to shift allegiance.

Two Advantages Older Men Have In The Sexual Market

If you’re a man over 30, you have something to look forward to as you prepare to navigate the post-nightclub scene sexual market: the gradual accretion of two powerful male attractiveness traits.

1. Social status
2. ZFG (zero fucks given, aka outcome independence)

Social status accumulates over decades for a man, because his social worth is tied less to his youthful looks than to his connections, social savvy, experiences, business acumen, and character. (A woman’s social status has two peaks: one, higher, peak when she is at her most attractive – early 20s – and a second peak when she becomes a mother and family caretaker.)

A man’s social status is loin of the realm in the mate bazaar, easily bartered for fresh poonmeat. Women are irresistibly attracted to men who are well-regarded by lots of admirers or who have lots of friends and supporters they can lean on for favors. This is an evolutionarily adapted trait that helps women FMAC (find meet attract commit to) men who are capable of MASS ACQUISITION of material resources to bring to the raising of their children. Social status is the man who walks into a party and everyone’s eyes light up with anticipation and joy. Women notice this about a man, and they react reflexively to the spectacle his presence incites.

Generally, older men will have more social status than younger men. It’s not a guarantee, but it is the way to bet.

ZFG (aka self-possession) also accumulates with a man’s age. While it’s theoretically possible to regress from zero fucks given (zfg) to numerous fucks given as one gets older, it’s very uncommon. There are two reasons for this: one, a man’s self-confidence tends to grow along with his wealth, accomplishments, bedroom experience, and social skills. Self-confidence relaxes the ego, granting it a flexibility that fortifies it against minor insults that then are easily brushed-off by the man who is secure in himself. Insecure, low self-esteem men don’t usually have the requisite ZFG to arouse women, and it shows in their quickness to anger at the slightest provocation or in their transparent, sour grapes butthurt when a woman slips them the sass.

Two, physiological age-related changes in the male brain sweep it clean of over-sensitivities. Remember when you were a teenager, how one throwaway affront could send you into a frenzy of self-examination and/or rageful retribution? You’d mull over that little calumny as if it were a final judgment handed up by Lucifer himself. You could call this inner frame, IFG: Infinity Fucks Given. It’s painful, but its hold over your psyche greatly loosens after high school, though it still continues through the 20s, typically in the form of anguished mental replays of first dates that went south or of ambiguous flirtations by cute girls playing hard to get.

Once a man passes 30, it’s almost magical how suddenly IFG will dissipate into a weak facsimile of its former emotional grip. Something about aging into a grown man with real responsibilities and a collected history of romantic failures and successes buffers him against myriad slights by other men and by opaque women. You could say it’s a dullness permeating the aging brain that fortuitously protects it from excruciating self-doubt, but I think instead it’s the opposite: a heightened awareness of the meaninglessness of most people’s opinions, especially opinions on the nature of one’s character or desirability.

So these two developments — the gain of social status and ZFG — are advantages that older men enjoy in the quest for pussy. And they are big advantages, maybe the biggest. It would be unwise to scoff at the notion of their pull over women. A socially prominent man who is amused by women’s shit tests and unfazed by men’s challenges is akin to a beautiful feminine woman in the fullness of youthful fertility. He is a commodity that women will fight each other to claim as their own.

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You’ll notice I didn’t include “money” in the traits that specifically benefit older men in the sexual market. That’s for a good reason. In my observation of the players I’ve known, there’s really not a lot of difference between making 40K/yr and 100K/yr as an influencing factor on women’s attraction. About the only difference there could be is one of self-confidence; men who make more tend to project more swagger and that’s what women find attractive, not the money per se.

Money itself doesn’t really start to affect a man’s SMV until it brushes with the SES stratosphere. If you have a million in the bank and pull a solid six figure income, allowing you to tool around in exotic sports cars, then yes women will magically gravitate into your orbit. But few men under 60 reach that kind of wealth, so it’s largely a hypothetical SMV boost that isn’t necessary to attract and bed cute girls.

The Sad Squeaks Of An Aging Starlet’s Rationalization Hamster Spinning Its Final Wheel

Sharon Stone is a long way from her star turn in the movie Basic Instinct as a femme fatale who flashes her vaj during an interrogation. Thirty years on, paying audiences don’t want to see her vagina anymore. And, if the bitterness and sour grapes that drip from this recent interview with Stone are any indication, not many quality men in her real life want to see her vagina either.

After two divorces and decades in the business, Sharon Stone isn’t looking for a casual romance.

How convenient.

The 58-year-old actress opened up to AARP magazine about the effects of aging on both her personal and professional life.

“Obviously it’s pretty easy to get a date,” she said. “But to me, my life is so full. I don’t want to take time out to just go on a date, or to just have sex with a stranger.”

Translating from the hamsterese: “There’s a whole world between ‘sex with a stranger’ and involuntary solitude, but I can’t access it because obviously it’s pretty hard to get a date with a man who doesn’t eat his own boogers as a woman over 50.”

“At this point, I get more satisfaction – physically, spiritually, emotionally – from a smile, a laugh, a warm conversation or a really sexy look,” she told the magazine. “You know the way a man can look at you? Where you know he really sees you? I don’t want to be with someone unless it’s like that.”

The above is what age-related low libido looks like in words.

The aging beauty claims to seek romantic perfection as an ego emollient to avoid the crushing reality that imperfect romance isn’t even an option for her anymore.

Why pick on Sharon? Isn’t her personal torment enough punishment? The problem is that, unlike most aging women who must nurse their fantasies and shill their platitudes in private or to a small audience of immediate family and close friends who know better, Stone has a public platform to spread her lies to impressionable younger women who can’t see through the bravado to the sexual market rejection hurt underneath. At the margins, some younger women could be convinced, to their detriment, by Stone’s false pride that playing the field until late middle age is a viable route to life happiness, instead of what it really will be: a big mistake.

Making an example of Stone is a lesson for the others to avoid the same lonely fate. Prime fertility women need to know with the utmost seriousness that it will NOT be easy for them to get a date at age 58, with ANY man, and an old lady saying otherwise is blowing smoke up their skirts. Platitudes are cute when no one really believes them, but they’re downright malevolent when asserted with righteous authority as truth.

The Awesome Pussy-Moistening Power Of Qualifying Girls According To Your Exacting Standards

I chubbed a little writing this post’s title. But it’s true, (despite my penchant for indulging in hyperboney). The Game technique known as qualification — i.e., having standards and demanding women meet them — is rocket-fueled tingle induction. It takes balls to pull it off….most men can’t even fathom dealing with women in anything other than an appeasing mindset. But when your typical prime pumpability hottie hears a man challenge her to rise to his expectations, she almost can’t believe her luck. What a breath of fresh air compared to the parade of betas who ask nothing of her but how far backwards to bend in cloying supplication!

On this theme, a reader (@kingcrimson88) writes about his experience using the qualification line “how normal are you” on a girl.

Response rate is up at least 50% w/ opener ‘how normal are you’. Dat qualification Thanks CH.

Bait and hook. Now all he needs to do is reel and release to heighten the sexual tension. The first thing you’ll notice after dropping a qualification MOAB on a woman is how eagerly she steps to the challenge. It’s as if she’d spent her whole life up until she met you trapped in a purgatory with men who had no idea she needed to feel like she was working for their interest.

As a seduction technique, qualification is an accelerant. As a tool for achieving life goals, it’s indispensable. That’s right, the same pickup wordplay that will arouse a girl’s romantic curiosity is the frame of mind that will help a man find the right woman, the right career, and the right friends for himself.

Boldly and unapologetically exploring the subjects of, for example, a woman’s religion, worldview, values, strengths, and weaknesses will help a man better screen out incompatible lovers for long-term commitment and identify those women (or that one special woman) who best complement his life and his ambitions, and vice versa.

You aren’t just qualifying women to improve your odds of getting laid; you’re also helping yourself find love and happiness.