Roosh Rapes The Media

Most of the Chateau readers are probably familiar with the latest Roosh controversy. If you don’t know about it, here’s a primer. Executive Summary: Roosh had to cancel a bunch of multi-city Return of Kings meet-ups with his readers because an assortment of life’s biggest losers and ghastly freaks — SJWs, feminists, neckbeards, fatties, uglies, cucks, and the governments of Britain, Canada and Australia — were offended by this exercise of free association and set about to rectify the situation with literal death threats and port of entry bans.

The degenerate freak mafia found an old, satirical (maybe we should call it satyrical) Roosh post about rape and the lost art of female personal responsibility, that they deliberately and disingenuously misinterpreted as a pro-rape statement of intent. The big lie then spread like wildfire through the leftoid Hivemind media, and the death threats flowed like John Boehner’s tears when he thinks about cradling his future mixed race grandchild. The fucking UK Parliament had a debate about the international threat known as Roosh. Clown world.

It’s clear what’s going on here. Antiracist shitlibs and feminists mentally frazzled from willfully ignoring and excusing actual rapefugees are using Roosh as an outlet to vent. It makes one recall that old axiom: Liberals love humanity (brown rapefugees) but hate humans (huwhyte Roosh). Conservatives love humans but hate humanity. Personally, I’m fond of the latter character trait. Humans are part of my daily life; humanity…. eh, not so much.

Which brings us to the title of this post. Roosh held a press conference to clear the air and his good name. Fat lot of good it did? Not so fast. Read the transcript. This was nothing less than a public raping of the corrupt shitlib media and everything they represent.

Reporter: Why do you think people think of you as a rapist?

Roosh: They need a target to get all the rage that the citizens have to put it on someone that doesn’t conflict with the agenda of your bosses and the ruling establishment. Roosh, go after him, it doesn’t matter if he gets hurt but we can’t go against our immigrant agenda. We can’t go against the feminist agenda. So we need to get the masses (the idiots who believe the stuff that you write) and put it on to something else. So you put it on me. I’m just a scapegoat. They are just using me. But, I’m going to harness this. I’m going to harness all this coverage that you guys are giving me and convert it to money and women. That’s what I’m going to do. That’s the job that I have to do. I’m getting emails from a lot of girls right now and I plan (once this drama dies down if I can survive it) I may have to get in touch with them. That’s what you given me. You have made me one of the most famous men in the world. Granted, it was a lie. It was a lie. But hey, this is where we are right now so I’m going to work with what you gave me.

Female Reporter: Do you acknowledge that any of your writing might be genuinely offensive or upsetting to some people?

Roosh: So what?

😆 Trump smirked approvingly.

I get that Roosh is first and foremost a self-promoter. No doubt he invites a fair share of his clickbait controversy. But on the basic facts of this travail, he’s right. The SJWs lied (as per usual). The media lied (as per usual). And shitlibs are raging hypocrites for looking away when Muslim migrant real rapes occur while frothing at the mouth over a blog post satirizing modren feminist hysteria about a nonexistent, totally imaginary White male “rape culture”.

It was a small press conference, only a few reporters there, but the message delivered will have an impact beyond the confines of that room. The media is slowly, inexorably, being put on notice that The People know they’re a den of zero integrity liars and hired propagandists for the open borders, pro-feminist crank, anti-White ruling class.

I know many on the alt-right aren’t fans of Roosh. This post isn’t a defense of everything Roosh has written, nor is it meant to change their minds about him. All I’d say to them is, know your true enemies. The alt-right has a lot of great writers and thinkers, but how many are standing up to leftoid reporters at conference rooms and smacking them down to their smug faces?

We in the West live under an occupation force. Alt-right allies willing to speak publicly against the Poz, to take the fight directly to them, are hard to find. When you find them, embrace their efforts on your cause’s behalf. Purity is the enemy of the good.

Marco Rubio’s Modern Male Body Language

Take a look at this photo of Marco Roboto hugging – or trying to hug – his wife Jeanette.

Vagina dominator parses the pic with a shiv twist most lethal,

Very interesting Rubio photo, Corey. How many of the diseases of modernism can we see in just this one photo? He has fag-face and at the same time he has the face of a scheming jew. And who dresses like that?

The woman is completely repulsed by him but she also appears to be an anorexic and a bulimic, the facial thinness in conjunction with the nasal-labial lines being indications of the poor condition of her intestinal flora, which bring on those conditions and other “mental” issues. She won’t hug him but clutches the phone, which she may not be able to put down as the skin of her palm has possibly grown around it.

Note the star of david pattern near the hem of her dress.

The hair indicates depression. She is confused. What color should her hair be and how should it be styled? She can’t decide and won’t listen to advice. So she just lets it grow out, like sidewalk grass outside a derelict building.

Two very unhappy, confused modern people.

Congrats, VD. You have won the Shiv of the Week.

Rubio’s body language reminds me of another sad sack beta male.

Spotted In [SWPL Sanctuary City]

A fey White hipster wearing a t-shirt that read “Blend out the world”.

My suspicion could be wrong; it could be the name of a band. But, I bet the t-shirt is a gamma ray explosion of antiracism virtue signaling intended to extol the benefits of blending away the divine White genetic lineage in a yolocaust of #WhiteGenocide miscegenation.

More generously, the t-shirt’s self-immolation slogan could be interpreted as a passive, backhanded insult to the world’s nonWhites, insofar as it implies the blending out of Whites would entail, conceptually if not arithmetically, the blending out of nonWhite races and cultures. And there’s nothing antiracist about a less than full-throated admiration for the world’s nonWhite cultures and commitment to their numerical dominance over the whole of the earth, subversive Millennial Manlet!

But no, I think the guy was just a garden variety hipster bitchboy who thought he could score some ass – male or female – with his edgelord anti-White-itude.

Obesity And Declining Patriotism

A recent social science study found that female obesity elicits disgust in people.

This study examined the relevance of disgust to evaluations of an obese target person, and the connection between disgust and prejudice toward that person. Participants (n = 598) viewed an image of an obese or non-obese woman, and then evaluated that woman on a number of dimensions (emotions, attitudes, stereotypes, desire for social distance). Compared with the non-obese target, the obese target elicited more disgust, more negative attitudes and stereotypes, and a greater desire for social distance.

😆 “Get away from me you lazy-eyed fatty!”

Furthermore, disgust mediated the effect of the target’s body size on all of the outcome variables (attitudes, stereotypes, social distance). Disgust plays an important role in prejudice and discrimination toward individuals with obesity, and might in part explain the pervasiveness of weight bias.

It’s a good idea to not look like a monster who elicits disgust in others.

Randall Parker speculates,

Maybe people are becoming less patriotic because of the long term rise in obesity. Think about it.

I thought about it, and there’s something to it. Obesity – particularly female obesity – aggravates trends toward social atomization and community breakdown because it compels people to get the hell away from the corpulent company of modern day circus freaks. In some regions of the US, obesity is the NORM! That’s a lot of pent-up disgust.

If patriotism is in large part an organic expression of community, racial, and ethnic pride channeled through loyalty for the nation, then obesity, by severing localized social bonds all over America, will undermine national patriotism, as the repulsive forces incited by fatties are scaled up.

When humans turn themselves into monsters, it’s inevitable that their society becomes monstrous.

Marco Roboto

Marco Rubio is stupid. And maybe gay. He’s taking heat for his latest debate performance, where he repeated an obviously scripted line five times — “[president butt naked] knows exactly what he’s doing” — like a robot remotely controlled by GOPe puppet masters.

In honor of Marco Fruitio’s scratched record intellect, here is a remix of an old Styx song.

Domo Arigato, Marco Roboto
Domo Arigato, Marco Roboto
Mata ahoo Hima de
Domo Arigato, Marco Roboto
Himitsu wo foam party

You’re wondering who I am
(Secret, secret, I’ve got a secret)
Pool boy or neocon
(Secret, secret, I’ve got a secret)
No borders are my plan
(Secret, secret, I’ve got a secret)
I am the donors’ man

I’ve got a secret, I’ve been hiding under my skin
My heart is foreign, my blood is Cuban
My brain is for rent, so if you see me
Acting dumbly, don’t be surprised

I’m just a toady who takes his orders
From Norman Braman
To keep me alive, my campaign alive
Soundbites all night to keep me alive

I’m not a robot without emotions
I’m not what you see
I’ve come to help you
With your problems, so pass amnesty
I’m not a hetero, I’m not a señor
Forget what you know

I’m just a cipher whose campaign circus
Went beyond his control
Beyond my control, we all need control
I need control, big donor control

I am the Davos man
(Secret, secret I’ve got a secret)
Who had a simple task
(Secret, secret, I’ve got a secret)
Mouthpiece for globalists
(Secret, secret, I’ve got a secret)
To shun nationalists

Domo Arigato, Marco Roboto
Domo, Domo
Domo Arigato, Marco Roboto
Homo, Homo

Domo Arigato, Marco Roboto
Domo Arigato, Marco Roboto
Domo Arigato, Marco Roboto
Domo Arigato, Marco Roboto
Domo Arigato, Marco Roboto

Thank you very much, Marco Roboto
For handing over jobs to H-1B scammers
And thank you very much, Marco Roboto
For helping Mexicans
Crash in my backyard
Thank you, thank you, thank you
I want to thank you
Please, thank you, oh and Zuckerberg too

The problem’s plain to see
Too much corrupt elite
Pushing race blindness lies
Cuck lies, de-humanize

The time has come at last
(Secret, secret, I’ve got a secret)
To throw away this mask
(Secret, secret, I’ve got a secret)
Now everyone can see
(Secret, secret, I’ve got a secret)
My true identity

I’m Merkel, Facebook, Google, Soros

The Future You Choose

In the id-carving business, this is what’s known as a future vision shiv. Oracular serration.

Facials And The Commitment-Worthiness Of Women

Can we spare a moment for some brisk Realtalk that’s liable to send a certain contingent reaching for their smelling salts? Facials are hot. The giving of them, if you’re a man (or a man not named John Scalzi). The receiving of them, if you’re a woman (or a man named John Scalzi).

Check that, if you’re a certain kind of woman.

Depraved though facials may be, there’s no denying the act’s electrifying sexual charge. A facial is the Pollock splattered symbol of incontestable ownership by the man of his woman. It isn’t the Christian thing to do, but damn me if the devil’s bedroom blueprint isn’t a schematic leading straight to the jizz-soaked id.

The catch-22 is that the woman who will eagerly welcome into her face and upturned eyes the beatific brandishing of your white hot boner brew is not the woman you’d trust to leave alone for more than a week without a champion series labia lock set to impregnable.

It is the reality of woman: she who most excites your manly humors is she who least assures your manly honor.

My advice: If you love a woman, and you love the idea of giving her a facial, try it out. If she allows it, but only after expressing an initial and thereafter rolling reluctance, (i.e., she puts up some resistance and isn’t parting at the lips to try it again), she’s your long time gal instead of your good time gal.