A Girl’s Best Friend (It’s Not A Cat)

Reader IHTG passed along this photographic progress report of a girl who, presumably, improved herself from a flatbread plain jane 5 (PJ5) to a lordotically pleasing HB8 by hitting the squat rack and improving her posture, (and by discovering the allure of the come-hither smile).

I say “presumably” because I don’t know the provenance of this photo. It’s possible, though unlikely, that she got Brazilian butt implants. Also, photoshop, but I don’t see any telltale giveaways.

However, what she has done to her body by improving so dramatically its ability to arouse men is something I have seen happen to women who hit the squat rack for a couple of years. Yes, a commitment to the king of exercises — the squat — will, without exception and at any age, carve a better ass out of a woman. The squat is truly a girl’s best friend. I have yet to see a girl at the gym who spent any significant time squatting with anything less than a temptingly tap-able turdcutter.

Oh, and don’t be a fatty, ladies. (sadly, it needs to be said)

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PA protests,

I agree with the spirit of the post but that steatopygous ass is disgusting.

Yesterday coming up a subway escalator, I saw a perfect ass. It was intoxicating. Leggy girl in jeans. It looked a bit like this:

I agree (as would most White men) that the girl in this photo has a nicer body than the kardashianette above. Slender, tight, and pert without the gross hindquarter ostentation typical of the jungly women. I should probably clarify (for the record): Redhead with the bubble butt is more fuckable than Redhead with the flat ass. Butt Redhead with the 2014 vintage ass is just right. (You can see lots of pics of Redhead here on her Instawhore.)

Steatopygous primate asses are all the rape rage right now; likely this reflects a combination of Western negro worship and a shift in the sexual market to r-selection strategies which emphasize presentation, sluttery and good-to-go authenticity. A truly beautiful White European women’s figure tends to exhibit plumpness in the breasts and ass in balanced proportion, anchored on pleasingly wide birthing hips and retaining a decorous femininity that allures rather than assaults.

Little Shitlords

Cruel parents. But good lesson for the crazed equalists among us. White kids are born little shitlords; it’s not until they’ve had the healthy shitlord beaten out of them by the diseased shitlib industrial simplex propaganda that they learn to hide those id-borne feelings from the world (and from themselves).

A mild, benevolent, family lineage-reaffirming and genetic heritage-protecting racism is normal and natural and psychologically healthy in all humans. Infants prefer to gaze at same-race adult faces. Little girls prefer dolls that look like them. Social science studies continually rediscover age-old truths we all knew from our time in the high school cafeteria: we prefer the company of our kind, in personal matters and in cultural affinity, and this feeling is born with us, a constant companion through all stages of life.

The antiWhite Armageldon Project to mass shame Whites for having normal feelings that every other human group on the planet is celebrated for having is nothing less than wanton sadism masquerading as enlightenment. Is there a crime worse than to bring down unnecessary misery on the hearts of innocent children and on a nation’s native stock? The rope can’t swing soon enough for our Sadist Shitlibs.

Spot The Super Alpha

An interesting (because of its rarity) social hierarchy dynamic sets up when two or more established, socially proofed alpha males break bread. In this older photo, all three of the men engaged in conversation at the table are alphas. In fact, all three are super alphas when they are separated and holding court in their respective milieus.

But by the nature of male hierarchies (and the zero-sum sexual market in which such hierarchies operate), only one man in this photo can be the super alpha. The King of Kings.

Jack Nicholson. Warren Beatty. And of course The Trumpening. Two notorious womanizers, one serial monogamist with superb taste in wives. All three have been featured as topics at Le Chateau (as real life exemplars of alpha maleness, and as movie characters illustrating the behaviors of alpha males).

When one gains a view to the very highest reaches of the alpha male secret society, the distinctions that mark one alpha male as less or more alpha than another alpha male are subtle ones, indeed, but nonetheless most people will be able to perceive them, because displaying male status, and possessing the means to judge it, are universally hard-wired into humans, (the former obviously in men, the latter in both men and women).

To be sure, this photo is just a snapshot in time, but working with what we have one can make a preliminary assessment of the three men’s relative alphaness. Nicholson, cig insouciantly dangling, drink in hand, slightly disheveled, listening with a neutral expression. Beatty, speaking, pointing, head cocked jauntily, wearing sunglasses indoors, possibly looking in Jack’s direction or downwardly (hard to tell). Trump, the best-dressed of the three, turned towards Beatty and leaning into him a little, perhaps trying to hear him better, somewhat hunched posture, attentive expression, but not too emotionally invested (no smiling or raised eyebrows, etc).

VERDICT

Trump is not the super alpha. Not at this table, during this particular interaction. Now, today, if the three of them got back together, and given the change in their statuses from then to now, Trump would no doubt be the Kingliest of these three Kings. But not in this photo. Here he is try-hard in his efforts to not miss a word that falls from Beatty’s lips, and his body language betrays an eager earnestness to fully engage the two celebrities.

Nicholson is not the super alpha. Not during this precise moment captured in time. There’s really too little to go on to accurately assess Nicholson’s place at the table, given that he’s in a receptive pose (hearing Beatty speak) and has a mostly neutral body language and facial expression. He is leaning back in his chair, and that is usually an Indicator of Supreme Alphaness (ISA) when in the company of mere mortals, but this scenario is not a gathering of mere mortals.

Beatty, at this table at this moment, is the super alpha. Pointing while speaking is a classic alpha male tell, and doing it to two other alpha males makes it a super alpha tell. Beatty also appears not to look Nicholson or Trump in the eyes while he speaks, preferring the air in front of his face as an audience. But he points at Nicholson and sits straight in his chair, so his lack of eye contact is incongruous with his body language, which suggests an invulnerable lack of concern with either of his guests’ opinions of him.

I open the floor to competing interpretations. Spotting regular alpha males or beta males in the wild is easy; picking out the super alpha from among a crowd of alphas requires a better grasp of the contextual currents that envelop and carry along the scene.

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Reader RIP Lemmy comments,

I’ll bet who was The Super Alpha went back and forth between the 3 of them.

He’s right. Check out this photo taken maybe 30 seconds before or after the photo posted above (and likely by the same photographer).

Here the reporter with the yellow legal pad is not part of the scene. None of the reporters are. The Three Alpha Men are talking among themselves. Now Trump is doing the finger pointing, while exhibiting a body language that is more self-possessed (facing forward rather than leaning in, open and dominant instead of closed and unsure). Beatty slouches a bit while watching Nicholson attentively. Jackflash flashes that panty-dropping grin he’s famous for while being obviously entertained by something Trump is saying to him.

REVISED VERDICT

Beatty is not the super alpha in this snapshot. Jack might be since both men are looking to him, but dat sweet sweet finger jab is the unmistakable air punctuation of the super alpha. WINNER: TRUMP.

Which is to say, when you have a Brass Supper of three apex alpha males, no one man will occupy the Lord’s lectern for long.

Comment Of The Week: Nexus Of The Sexes

COTW winner (repeat winner?) shartiste succinctly illuminates the battle tactics of the female id versus the male id.

Hillary vs. Trump is gonna be a great source for CH. Its unrestrained man vs unrestrained woman.

The unrestrained man builds monuments to himself, fucks hot chicks, and speaks his mind.
The unrestrained woman manipulates, lies, and social climbs her way to as much privilege as possible.

Give or take a little overlap (as with all things in the panoply of sex-based psychological traits), this is basically spot on. This election is shaping up to be a Battle Royale along a number of fronts: High/Low vs Middle, Elite vs Prole, Insane vs Sane, r-selected vs K-selected, Third World Swarms vs White Native Stock, and the “unrestrained man” vs the “unrestrained woman”. A confluence of so many societal and political fault lines like what is Happening now comes rarely; 2016 could be the Year of the Ids.

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COTW runner-up is The Question, offering a psychological diagnosis of the Left,

Theory of mine: The Left’s relationship with white men is akin to a borderline personality disorder girlfriend and her boyfriend, properly summarized in the “I hate you!/Don’t leave me!” slogan. They hate us, but they don’t want us to go anywhere. They want us to stay and do what we’re told because they need us or think they need us but they also hate us for that very reason.

On one hand, the Left insists we “need to be stopped!” We’re racists, we’re oppressive, we’re bigoted. We’re full of prejudice. We’re dangerous with all our guns.

i.e. I hate you!

On the other hand, they decry “white flight” when we move away from the city and into suburbia or out of leftist states. So they implement affordable housing requirements for residential buildings and Section 8 housing in apartment complexes or zoning and growth management policies to ensure people can’t choose who to associate with. Or they just scream racism and try to shame people into wanting to move away.

Also, anything that is predominantly white male, whatever it is, has to be “diversified.”

i.e. Don’t leave me!

You realize how ridiculous this sounds when you compare it to nativists or anti-illegal immigration types. Whatever one might think about them, they actually believe what they say when they complain about illegal immigration being a problem, so if illegal immigrants left their communities they wouldn’t scream about “(fill in the blank color) flight” or accuse them of racism for trying to leave.

Again, it has to be some form of BSD inherent in the political ideology. That’s the best explanation I’ve been able to come up with for their contradictory attitudes.

The Left is filled to brimming with effeminate men and masculine women. The Degenerate Freak Party caters to the needs of these Darwinian lab mistakes. That so many leftoids possess characteristics similar to skankpot drama whores with daddy issues is not a surprise; give them an inch (act beta) and they take a mile, but refuse to get caught up in the whirlwind of their childish emoting (act alpha) and they back the fuck down and assume their welcome submission to their betters.

In other words, America is crying out as loudly as she can for the irresistible ministration of a charismatic jerkboy.

TRUMP2016

A Theory For Where It All Went Wrong

Reader electricangel, inspired by the story of Pajamaboy (born in the year of president Butt Naked, in pajamas, cradling a mug of hot cocoa, winner of the 2015 Most Punchable Shitlib Face contest), offers a theory for where it all went wrong.

“dear God, Where did we go wrong?”

Maybe sending our 27-year-old men in 1943 out to kill to make Eastern Europe safe for Stalinism, and to make China safe for Maoism had something to do with it? At a time when Europeans had begun to allow contraception (1930, Church of England), they still elected to kill off what Scrooge called “surplus population” and each other, and withdraw from the conquered planet that they had subdued.

PajamaBoy is what results when generation after generation you take the men whose high testosterone would have them reject a bad split in the ultimatum game and send them into a charnel pit. The men left behind literally lack the balls to take unreasonable stands in favor of injustice being punished that may, nonetheless, damage themselves.

I know computational geneticists tend to scoff at theories of wartime culling to explain postmodern European man’s effeminacy and race cucking, but thinking about it I can’t see why it’s so implausible. In 1918, France’s total male population was ~20 million. World War I inflicted ~1.4 total military deaths on the French male population (we can safely assume the vast majority of military dead were men). That’s a pretty significant 7% reduction in total Frenchmen, and an even greater proportionate reduction in the number of prime age Frenchmen who would be most likely to marry and have kids. (Back of envelope calculation, figure Frenchmen aged 20-40 in 1918 numbered around 5 million. WWI would have thus exacted a toll of a 28% reduction in the number of prime age Frenchmen! A poosy paradise for any men still alive at the end of the war!)

Assuming (and it’s a big assumption based on the notion that masculine men make riskier choices, especially in war) that the bulk of military men who died in the WWI flesh ripping machine had on average higher testosterone levels than the military men who laid low and survived, it’s not a huge leap to infer that 28% of prime age, post-WWI Frenchwomen had to go it alone or settle for one of the surviving low T betas. They would have kids with these beta males and, multiplied millions of conceptions later and then again as the process repeated itself through the meat grinder of WWII, bequeath White Europe the founding population of über betas who would, ninety years later, become bronies and race cucks and open borders nutjobs and Matt Yglesias.

Not a sermon, just a thought.

America, Then And Now

Then (a Depression-era bread line):

Now:

A million bucks says there was more ideological diversity in the top photo than in the bottom photo.

Two million bucks says there was also more shame in the top photo.

Three million bucks says this isn’t going to end well.

Four million bucks says…. sorry, nothing. We ran out of bucks.

Merry Christmas, Chateau Guests

And an Abo New Year!