Tattoos As Maimgeld

Tattoos are everywhere. I believe more women than men now sport the under-skin ink. While I personally am not put off that much by small, inconspicuous tats on attractive women, what I see parading around lately are women who have disfigured themselves under sheets of blotchy doodles. Why? Why would women — particularly White women whose alabaster skin is a bucket of boner bait no other race of women can simulate — deliberately uglify themselves? Worse, deliberately advertise their sluttiness? (Tattoos are a major slut tell.)

Reader Ang Aamer offers a possible explanation, and it relates to the rapid browning of America,

White girls getting numerous tattoos always struck me as the girls trying to look more like their less white boyfriends. Almost maiming the beauty to fit in more.

I would bet the 40 year old does not feel that she can have any control over her daughter. Because she remembers when she was that age and that she herself was uncontrollable.

Which is why you don’t control the behavior of your offspring you control the environment. If daughter were brought up in an area where South Americans were rare she might hook up with a white bad boy and at least have a daughter with better looks to perhaps break the cycle… Blue eyes could do that. Or even better live in an area without public transportation so the not-whites can’t make it out to court your white daughter … but that’s me.

I will say this pointedly to any fathers out there. Go to your daughter’s school and LOOK at the student body. That is the gene pool of your potential Grandchildren. It takes like 2 minutes to go to the local high school website and look at the graduating class picture. COUNT the colors and do the math. If there is a high probability of you getting a diversity package delivered by the Stork… MOVE.

Reader PA adds,

The rare high-end mudsharks (ones who consort with Talented Tenth or high functioning coloreds and remain members of White society), generally keep normal grooming habits.

The much more common low-end mixers, ones who assimilate into the male’s usually ghetto society, will NEVER keep their hair long and pretty.

Even if in many cases that’s their sole physically attractive feature. It’s usually the Mudshark Facelift, with hair pulled up tight to a bun on top of her head.

As I figure, they do that to avoid antagonizing the black females they socialize with. Also, it’s slovenliness — laziness about grooming — which is congruent with their other defects of character.

But I hadn’t considered your more transcendent point about self-maiming before.

Tattoos in the current year could be seen as a sort of “maimgeld”: the tribute that White women pay in self-disfigurement to a growing Diversitopia they live in that both covets the White women’s exquisite natural looks and hates it to the verge of eliminationist rage. So all these negative body modifications by Whites could be construed as an effort to blend invisibly into the muddying waters of late stage America.

Self-maiming (to alleviate the envy felt by the lesser races of women) and slut signaling (to attract the attention of alpha males on the prowl for easy r-selected sex) are the two big subconscious reasons tattoos have become such a cultural marker for White women.

The Female Life Cycle Theory Of Game

Although the sexual nature of women never fundamentally changes, there do happen over the course of a lifetime environment- and age-conditioned… accommodations… to sexual market realities that subtly modify women’s romantic needs. As such, there are different schools of Game a man should know which are tailored to the life cycle stage a woman inhabits.

Helpfully generalizing, women go through three major romantic life cycles:

Passionate Love

This is the age — from teenager to mid-20s — when a woman is in her nubile prime. Physically and emotionally she is at her horniest, her most feminine, and, not coincidentally, her most discriminating. She’s on the prowl for an alpha male, and specifically for a charming jerkboy whose devil-may-care attitude speaks so forcefully to her deep desire to submit to a top tier man with limitless lover options.

Commitment Love

During this age window — late 20s to late 30s — a woman is powerfully aware of the beginning of decline in her number one asset: her beauty. Physically, she is noticing small changes in herself — the first nascent signs of decay — that, assessed from a distance relative to womanhood as a whole aren’t so horrifying, but compared to what she was herself just a few years earlier will split her id wide open. Urgency compels her (if she’s psychologically healthy) to escape the single lady lookatme scene and start seriously buckling down to achieve the goal of snagging a man who will commit to her and, hopefully, help her become part of a family. Naturally, this pressure to settle limits her options and the longer she waits, the more her “Mr. Right” will deviate from the Mr. Right of her teenage dreams.

Partner Love

The final romantic life cycle for women (ages 40-death), this stage is the longest and, sadly from the perspective of one who adores women when they are at their most womanish, the dreariest, though it does offer as consolation a tranquilizing serenity that can safely usher a woman through her middle years without resort to painkillers. In this cycle, a woman still harbors those tingles for the alpha jerk, but they are sufficiently suppressed by biomechanic winding-down and stone cold circumstance — her wilted bloom — to allow the flourishing of her other female needs. Those other needs center around her desire to a) not be abandoned to a cold cruel sexual market and b) enjoy at least facsimiles of reciprocal love so that she does not feel abandoned within her relationship.

Here we come to the Female Life Cycle Theory of Game.

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Jerkboy Game

This is the Game a man will want to make a part of his identity if his romantic audience is the choicest of fillies. Jerkboy Game is the perfect complement to a woman’s Passionate Love. When a woman is at the pinnacle of her “female-ness”, she requires the ministrations of a man at the peak of his alpha-ness. And by alpha-ness, I mean more than high T physical bravado; your personality has to be full of brash confidence and outcome independence, to convey that you have a plate full of inquiring femmes.

When Game denialists and Niceguy propagandists shriek about the hazards of Jerkboy Game, they are seeing it through the eyes of an older woman who doesn’t need to be wooed with so heavy a jerk hand, or through the eyes of a beaten-down beta male who seeks to justify his time wasted in the parched hinterland of courtship sycophancy as an effective strategy bringing him closer to romantic fulfillment.

Relationship Game

As the age of the women that a man dates increases, the jerkboy quotient of his Game decreases. Why? Because too much of an alpha lovelord will intimidate past-prime women keeping a sharp eye out for men who are good long-term relationship prospects. The mid-30s woman loves the idea of passionate love as much as the 20 year old woman, but she also loves more the idea of relationship love that isn’t constantly tested by heady, tingle-erupting, ovarian-rattling disruption. The Dread Game that you successfully deployed to maintain the flow of barely legal slice will emotionally shatter the mimosa ladies brunching on borrowed time.

For the Commitment Love woman, you’ll want to ease up on the jerkboy gas and hit the “small tokens of love and commitment” cruise control. Search the Chateau archives for “relationship game” to give yourself an idea of what it means to walk the line between charming lover and loving check-writer.

Reassurance Game

After her 30s, a woman is a wilting flower. But she’s not dead. The stalks and leaves still grow, and need nourishment. And her ego — the taproot of her soul — is more fragile than ever, susceptible to all sorts of blight. Regular watering and sunshine in the form of Reassurance Game will be the main staple of your romantic interventions.

This is the time of a woman’s life when Game, ironically, is easiest for appeasing beta males accustomed to a lifetime of orbiting pretty girls to supply a shoulder for them to cry on about their badboy lovers, and most elusive to incorrigibly ZFG alpha males accustomed to a lifetime of withholding cuddles and compliments to be rewarded with endless streams of juicy poon.

It’s funny in its way; the beta male FINALLY has his moment to shine with women, to exploit his God-given talents at pedestalizing the pussy for maximum gain, and it happens to be when those women are at their least bangable. O Fortuna!

And the alpha males who can’t quite get a handle on what it takes to reassure a woman she’s still a “beauty in his eyes”? If they’re single, they don’t lose out on much. If they have a family, then failing at Reassurance Game could mean divorce, alimony, child support… basically a suite of really sucky consequences.

So all three Female Life Cycle Game schools are crucial to a man’s journey to God-Emperor status.

Jerkboy Game for the incomparably sweet vagina.

Relationship Game for the rock solid stewardship of a deeply loving commitment to woman and family.

Reassurance Game to avoid a royal screwing by the State and incessant nagging at home.

Why The Alt-Right Is Kicking Ass And Taking Names

One reason (among many) the alt-right is burrowing into the softcore ids of shitlibs and cuckservatives and laying realtalk larvae that will chew its way out through their stunted amygdalas is that the alt-right is an amorphous, spontaneous consortium of happy hoodlums who by their nature can’t be purged, thus depriving the Hivemind of the best weapon it has to maintain their equalist anti-White status quo.

Digging deeper to discover the psychological mechanisms which facilitate the alt-right’s rise, we will find that alt-righters, taken as a whole, follow a few of Robert Greene’s “power laws“. Specifically:

Law 17: Keep Others in Suspended Terror: Cultivate an Air of Unpredictability

Humans are creatures of habit with an insatiable need to see familiarity in other people’s actions. Your predictability gives them a sense of control. Turn the tables: Be deliberately unpredictable. Behavior that seems to have no consistency or purpose will keep them off- balance and they will wear themselves out trying to explain your moves. Taken to an extreme, this strategy can intimidate and terrorize.

The dank meme machine that constitutes a significant stockpile of the alt-right’s rhetorical arsenal is the very definition of unpredictability. Could a cuckservative have had any prior intuition that he would be rightfully smeared as a cuck? Not a one of them saw it coming. That meme is so powerful the cucks STILL haven’t mustered an effective defense against it. And it’s been in circulation for months.

What about Pepe the green frog? Indescribably funny, totally out of left field… and brutally sadistic as an avatar of weaponized ridicule of SJWs and the Mewlers’ Row of Misfits.

Law 33: Discover Each Man’s Thumbscrew

Everyone has a weakness, a gap in the castle wall. That weakness is usually insecurity, an uncontrollable emotion or need; it can also be a small secret pleasure. Either way, once found, it is a thumbscrew you can turn to your advantage.

Many shitlibs have visible thumbscrews, ripe for twisting, but only to sadists who are not hamstrung by cucky PC (alt-right again fits the bill). The shitlib ids are, in fact, so easy to expose and rub raw that it’s a testament to the sheer cowardice, venality and stupidity of establishment cons that they couldn’t land even a glancing blow over the course of decades against their putative political enemies.

Law 39: Stir Up Waters to Catch Fish

Anger and emotion are strategically counterproductive. You must always stay calm and objective. But if you can make your enemies angry while staying calm yourself you gain a decided advantage. Put your enemies’ off-balance: Find the chink in their vanity through which you can rattle them and you hold the strings.

Law #39 is also a Game tactic (i.e., state control, or conventionally known as grace under pressure). This law is essentially the Law of Trolling, something which the alt-right has mastered, if not created. Maintaining composure while delivering your shivs drives your foe into impotent spasms of defensiveness or juvenile rage-quitting.The alt-right has knocked leftoids and cucks alike off-balance. They are reduced to flailing futilely against an enemy in the dark.

Finally, we move on to what I believe is the Power Law most responsible for the alt-right’s successful occupation of enemy minds:

Law 48: Assume Formlessness

By taking a shape, by having a visible plan, you open yourself to attack. Instead of taking a form for your enemy to grasp keep yourself adaptable and on the move. Accept the fact that nothing is certain and no law is fixed. The best way to protect yourself is to be as fluid and formless as water; never bet on stability or lasting order. Everything changes.

Keep the shitlibs and cucks guessing. Be mentally agile. Make it hard for you to be pigeon-holed. Move swiftly and surely to new topics and rhetorical lines of attack before foes have the time and floppy-wristed back-up to fully digest the nature of their vivisected egos and to mount a counter-attack. (Trump is a pro at this.)

When shitlibs can’t get a handle on you, when they are reduced to constantly playing Wile. E Coyote to your happy-go-lucky Road Runner, they must resort to tired clichés pulled from the B-sides of their sophism repertoire. Then they appear lame and destructible; no longer the invulnerable, imperial force of culture standard-bearers. Their thermal exhaust ports are now exposed, begging for a shitlord with half a sack to drop a proton torpedo down their smug uptalk chutes.

The alt-right is winning because it follows these power laws, it has attracted warrior and poet rebels, and

most importantly

they have that one defining quality

that special “something”

that the cucks, GOPers, and establishment cons never had…

ZFG.

The Cucks Are Dead!

Long may they rot!

They found closure.

June 17, 2015: Heartiste Endorses Donald Trump For President

Hey, I beat shiv master Ann Coulter by two days.

(Ok, technically I didn’t “call it” for Trump, but my endorsement is like my love for a woman… when she gets it, she’s won everything before she knows it.)

Ted Cruz Confronts An Indiana Shitlord. Hilarity Ensues

Same video, different angle, full conversation.

Best laugh I’ve had all week.

“You are the problem, politician.”

“Where’s your Goldman Sachs jacket at? We know your wife works there.”

“The question we should be asking is….”

“Are you Canadian?”

By the way, Scruz really is a chronic liar. He claims Trump was telling his rally-goers to punch people in the face, referencing that one time Trump offered to pay the legal fees of a man in the audience who punched a grabby shitlib protestor. Which is not even close to the same as instructing his followers to punch people’s faces.

Ted is so easily triggered. TriggeredTed!

The Shitlord Era

This is pithy. Commenter plumpjack describes the multivariate correlates of the Shitlord Era.

***BEHOLD THE SHITLORD ERA***

all attention-whoring, approval/validation-seeking, politically-correct, manipulative, disingenuous behavior is to be OPENLY MOCKED.

The Shitlord Era is one vast and ecumenical trolling company, for whom all high T men will work to serve an alternative narrative, in which all men will wield a share of the shiv. All cuckservatives derided, all shitlibs discredited, all circus freaks abused. And I have chosen you, Mr. Trump, to be the Shitlord Era’s avatar.

“I have seen the face of Realtalk.”

You may very well have.