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I post this gif clip with the knowledge that there’s a strong possibility it was staged. (h/t IHTG for passing it along) But, assuming for the sake of Game proficiency inculcation that it’s an authentic capture of a moment in time when an alpha move goes wrong, it’s a decent learning tool to educate aspiring womanizers in the fine art of saving face.

Explain how, if you were in an identical scenario, you would recover from this unexpected flirtation backfire.

This is serviceable Game, (until the busted finale). The “beta provider lure and alpha jokester takeaway” is a staple of fun&sexy flirty pickup. But, ya know, sometimes the actress goes off-script. When that happens, you’ve got to adjust on the fly. Alpha males are good at adjusting on the fly. Beta males aren’t; they mostly react with butthurt stupefaction when girls throw them a blue ball.

Expert level recovery from a failed prank on a girl usually takes one of two forms:

  • A naughty, ZFG chuckle (you win even when not winning, because you amuse yourself so much)
  • A deadpan “I was expecting that” expression

In this instance, it would have been a good recovery (fit for Jumbotron viewing by the general public) if this guy had grinned post-slap, shrugged his shoulders, and then slowly moved the juicy morsel to his mouth, making exaggerated contortions of delight as if he was fully enjoying the deliciousness of his snack. Even funnier if he then looks at the girl and says, “So good”.

Briefly, what NOT to do when your alpha move goes wrong:

  • Act insulted
  • Cry
  • Ask why she was such a bitch
  • Try the same prank again, harder and clumsier
  • Sulk, brood, or retreat into a betaboy wound-licking bubble of silence
  • Chastise her, “You will not slap your way to the Presidency”

If you react in any of those ways, it can be fairly said you “Jebbed” yourself. A good, old-fashioned Jebbing will deep-six your chances with a girl faster than a John Scalzied nip slip.

So, stay calm and carry on as if nothing disturbed your inner jerkboy peace. Because it didn’t. A slap from a girl who was “in a mood”? Please. That’s practically foreplay.

ps yeah i know there are wiseguys in the studio audience who will say “rule 1: don’t be a nowag”, but this asian dude appears to be decently put-together, and the girl might be his girlfriend. plus, she’s cute, so he’s doing something right.

Post-Surgery Game

Post-Surgery Game (PSG) is of a kind with Drunk Game, but riskier as well as potentially more rewarding (if for no other reason than that outpatient quasi-sober sex is generally more erotic than 2AM fully-drunk sex).

Without revealing too many identifying details of the where, how, and why, I had a surgery which required general anesthesia. It was for a non-life threatening issue, and the problem was handily resolved. The Heartistian angle here is what happened in that magical moment between unconsciousness and bland lucidity.

As I confidently strode, or rather, gracelessly loped, out of the bonewhite-walled abattoir, my psyche swirled with the elation of renewed life. I felt good, better than usual, and largely this was a mood lifted by the lingering effects of the anesthesia. My footing was still a little unsure and my brain foggy as I stepped outside under glaring sunlight (released without a promise that a citizen soldier would retrieve me; apparently the doc thought I was able-bodied enough to journey unassisted).

The drugs had another side effect besides general loopiness; they asymmetrically sapped me of my strength, creating the impression of a frankenstein in better control of some extremities than of others.

Naturally, in this condition I just had to talk to a random cutie. It is required. So I did. I grinned, lopsidedly. She cocked her head like a puzzled dog. “Hi.” “Hi?” She may have been scared by my odd sway, thinking I was under the influence of bath salts.

“I just had surgery.” That was my line, and I don’t regret it.

“Oh, ok. That’s not good.”

“Nope. But I’m so happy it’s over I had to share my joy with someone.”

She smiles. Phew!, I think, that could’ve gone either way.

“I hope you feel better.”

The polite indifference of a gentle blowoff? Nah, if I thought every noncommittal thing a girl said to me was a blowoff, I’d be a beta with a bad case of incel.

“I hope so too. Hey, one question…”

“What?”

Tingle-coaxing pause.

“Want to join me for a glass of milk this evening?”

“Uhh, milk?”

“I can’t drink. Doctor’s orders.”

“You’re really milking this thing, aren’t you?”

“Funny!” I meant it. A sassy girl warms my heart.

We didn’t have a milk that evening, but I did see her a few days later for a non-dairy libation.

The “teachable moment” of this vagnette is the power of male confidence over female coyness. Even if that confidence is evoked by a post-surgery high. Whatever it takes. Boldness, whether free-form or induced by an anesthesia-hazed ZFG, can overcome a loping gait and twitchy muscle control. Post-Surgery Game is better than Drunk Game because your incapacitation is not quite so obvious, and you’re in better command of your wits.

(Later, the girl admitted she noticed I was “walking funny” and she thought about getting a hold of her pepper spray in her handbag. But she said she relaxed when I mentioned the milk thing. She also said that line was “stupid funny” but that’s the kind of deprecating stuff girls always say after-the-fact when they’re free to rationalize their sexual curiosity.)

It’s fun pointing out the abject hypocrisy of leftoids and provoking them to ragequit their “””arguments””” mid-brain fart. Not that it does any good — leftoids are invulnerable to appeals to reason or accountability (just like women) — but personal sadistic thrills don’t require that your softcore targets hew to established grounds for reasonable discourse.

For instance, Frank Joyce, a Leftoid Prime who shat out this antiWhite excrescence for status whoring gelt among his cocktail party butt buddies lives in Grosse Pointe Park, MI. His Chosen neighborhood is 85% White, boasts a $104K median income, and is protected from Detroit Dindus by a LITERAL WALL.

I say it’s time to take leftoids at their word. Listen to what they say, don’t watch what they do (they prefer it that way, again just like women). In that spirit, here’s commenter Hugo Stiglitz’s suggestion for a peace accord with leftoids.

Left this comment [at Joyce’s Salon article]:

“As a White man, I agree with the author – we must be stopped. I think we should be segregated in our own land. An area entirely composed of just White people, so we cannot hurt anyone else.

I am absolutely sure non – Whites would not want to have anything to do with us, just like the historical record of immigration shows.

So, a huge (yuuuuuge) wall should be erected around this new White nation. This way, no dangerous Whites could escape, and no innocent POC could accidently (not through any fault of their own, but of course due to White tricknology) find themselves in the hellish, failed state an all White country would invariably become.”

Agree&Amplify the antiracism Left: Yes, White people are horrible. So bad, in fact, that they need to be removed from the presence of nonWhites and exiled to their own lands, far away from the wonders and blessings of Diversitopias. Perhaps in time these horrible, no good, very bad White people will even give their new land a name… America… and call it a nation.

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Reader -A comments,

What if the liberal disagrees and amplifies? At this point in the degeneracy cycle, do they even have to hide their genocidal urges anymore? Would there be a healthy response of “fuck you” from the people they claim to want to destroy or will there just be intellectual insecurity and approval seeking from the status signalers?

That’s the beauty (and the purpose) of running Tight Game on leftoids and cucks (as Our Glorious Trumpening is doing); Game clarifies, cuts through, and captures the genocidal essence of the leftoid spirit. Game wonderfully focuses the mind of shitlibs, just as it focuses the vaginal tingles of temptresses. As you Agree & Amplify leftoids to heights of rage and freakboy impotence, they begin to reveal in technicolor dazzle the depths of their degeneracy and their true aim of genociding away the normal Whites who aren’t on board with the plan to summon from the Cucken lair the leftoids’ r-selection dystopian beast.

When you have GAMED them to basically admitting they find joy in the thought of killing off millions of BadWhites, you no longer need rhetorical devices to win back and occupy the moral/social/political high ground. The mediocre masses will have slowly edged into your camp, ready to listen to your pitch and, if the leftoids don’t back down from their civilization-destroying insanity, ready to aid you in pushing them off their thrones by force.

By a healthy margin of victory, it’s Pajamaboy! (also known by his Valusian name Ethan Krupp)

Could it really have been anyone other than Pajamaboy? He’s emblematic of the decline of the American man to a sniveling male.

Think about this: PuffedHo, Salon, and Slate, with a combined readership in the tens of millions, are staffed almost 100% by bluehair feminists and effete manlets like Pajamaboy. These fugs and nancyboys control the vertical and the horizontal information gateways for a misshapen army of degenerate freaks oozing their id disease all across America’s fruity plains.

That’s a lot of punchable shitlib faces waiting to be caved in by your righteous fists of fuhrer. Limber up!

Reader Mazinger, like most people with a functioning sanity gland, recoils in horror from the cultural pestilence of demon mom, and wonders while in the grip of his fright how he can protect his daughter from the shambling slutwalkers when she reaches her teenage years.

This is actually a quite important topic. As a father of a baby girl I’m really not looking forward to her teenage years. How do I shelter her from this society where sluttiness is considered a virtue and where filthy degrading sex is just a click away? Even if I do a good job how do I protect her from getting her mind polluted by schoolmates or leftoid teachers? I could always be ultra strict but from experience I think that if you push too hard you get the opposite reaction. If redpilled guys have parenting tips, actual stories or any advice, I’d be grateful. FYI I’m European and non religious so I don’t want to rely on religion.

I can’t speak from experience, but I can give you advice based on what I observe happening around me and on what I know about human nature, and particularly female nature.

First, if you have a daughter on the cusp of nubility, skip the birds and the bees talk. Tell her about The Wall, instead. You’ve got to hit her with the realtalk, and hit her where it matters: her precocious id. (It’s like those anti-smoking PSAs that scare teens off smoking by warning how badly they’ll be ostracized by their peers if they pick up the habit. That strategy works much better than showing photos of diseased lungs.)

Second, if your future teen daughter does get involved with the wrong crowd, or falls under the spell of a badboy, you had best be ready to drop some tight Patriarch Game on her. Tease her like you would any woman trying to play the “let’s dad and him fight” angle (which is what daughters dating badboys essentially distills to), and belittle the badboy of her dreams. You have to think in the mindset less of an overbearing Dad and more of an AMOG tooling the chump who thinks he has a shot with your daughter.

Third, you have to GUIDE your daughter to the Light. You can’t just lay down a list of prohibitions and leave it at that. The power of dissuasion must be paired with the power of persuasion. Read this, and think about how you want to tell her all the ways she can grow to be a good woman to a man, and how keeping her end of the bargain will help her find love with a man she can happily love back. Girls becoming women LOVE LOVE LOVE to have expectations set for them, and to have to work to EARN a man’s, and a father’s, approval.

Fourth, if the above countermeasures fail to steer your future teen daughter away from slut pride, nuke the princess from orbit. Strike a little fear in your darling child’s heart with this very special message given to her on, say, her 16th birthday.

Shielding your daughter from Western cultural degeneracy and slut glorification is similar to preventing her from mudsharking. Encourage her to physical, mental, and social excellence. Trash your TV. Don’t berate her when she falls short of feminine ideals, but don’t make excuses for her failures either. Calmly and forcefully tell her when she is going astray, and how she can get back on the path of goodness. Take pains to explain in clear, stark language how the poz infects everything her friends watch and read for entertainment. Instill a positive racial awareness in her which will serve as the foundation for the development of her individual identity during those formative teen years. Don’t be her “best friend”, but don’t build unnatural barriers between you and her either. You are a loving father, not a dispassionate bureaucrat charged with overseeing her life trajectory.

Most importantly, you have power over the shape of her milieu. You control the environment in which she meets her friends, her teachers, and her romantic interests. If, for instance, you discover that her teachers are leftoids tasked with indoctrinating her to the deviant zeitgeist, storm the school citadel and thunder your displeasure until the walls shake. If that doesn’t change their attitude, pull her out and move to a less diseased school district (getting harder to find, indubitably) that conforms more closely to your values.

That’s all I have for now. Your job as a father trying to keep his daughter off the pole is hard, and getting harder, because your nation’s elite have it out for you. (ps Trump2016) This nation isn’t yours anymore, and you can feel it in your bones. (East Europeans excluded.) But when it seems hopeless and the darkness encroaches, remember that you do have like-minded allies, here and there, scattered about, and doing what they can to beat back the night that seems it will never end.

Final thought: Yes, your daughter will push back against your rules and demands, and you will be tempted to appease her for fear of losing her love, but if you stay the course and do it without bitterness she’ll eventually come around and rediscover her faith in you. How do I know? Well, girlfriends do the same thing. And they always come back to respecting strength, never weakness.

Demon Mom Of The Year

Jonathan Haidt wrote about disgust occupying a dimension of human morality. He found, (unsurprisingly if you’ve trawled the internet for five minutes), that leftoids have a higher disgust threshold than non-leftoids. (That is, they can more happily tolerate disgusting things in their lives.)

I bring this up because a world in which disgust is abandoned as a moral consideration starts quickly filling up with people like the demon mom this post will introduce to you. A society recklessly surrendering even the pretense of monitoring culture health for signs of encroaching trends that elicit the disgust reflex is a society that will in short order be overrun by disgusting people and the disgusting things they do.

Every year, I give presentations about my health classes to the parents of my students. And inevitably, every year, someone will express relief at the idea that I’ll be talking to their kids about sex so that they’ll be spared the awkwardness of doing so themselves.

Numbnuts Class Hivemind Indoctrination incoming!

This reminds me: leftoids always attack. They never relent in their desire to strip the good from the world and replace it with their island of misfit degenerates. The only effective counterattack is to not play the game by their rules. Go on the attack and put THEM in the defensive crouch. Abide YOUR frame, not theirs.

At this point, I almost expect that. After all, for a lot of people, talking about sex with their kids is awkward. As my friend May said of having such conversations with her three- and eight-year-olds, “Their dad and I are nervous about it in general, so I know we’re putting it off.”

You know, there’s a good reason Nature designed it so that talking about sex with your three-year-old feels awkward: because it IS awkward and you shouldn’t be doing it.

Plus, a lot of parents didn’t talk about sex with adults when they were growing up, and so don’t have a model of how to do so.

Amazing the human race managed to survive this long without sex-ed classes for toddlers.

But talking openly to your kids is one of the best ways to raise them with a positive view of sexuality

When a shitlib feminist uses the word “positive” with regards to sex, she means “as often as humanly possible, with a black man, involving depraved acts and rectally-inserted objects, but only after verbal consent is established incrementally on the minute, every minute.”

– and to challenge the conventional and damaging messages so many are getting on the subject.

Like how not to spend the day with a vibrating buttplug slipping dangerously close to irretrievability?

For example, do you want your kids to have accurate information about how their bodies work and to feel good in their skin?

Buffalo Bill here reminding you that it’s possible to feel good in another person’s skin.

Whatever your wishes, having a sense of them will go a long way in helping your children navigate these waters in a manner that feels true to your family.

Female poopytalk. Thank you, women’s studies degree programs! (mo’ money for dem…)

Yet separating sex from reproduction can be hard to do. That’s because then you need to talk about desire, and pleasure, and as I did recently with my nine-year-old,

😯

things like oral sex. (“Eeeew,” she groaned after I gave a basic description, “That is so gross. What if someone didn’t wipe!?”)

Smart kid. Dumb parent. Mix the two: child abuse.

But kids find a lot of things kind of gross and aren’t traumatized.

Like steaming dog shit. So the answer is to shove buckets of steaming dog shit in kids’ faces, naturally.

And explaining that many people have sex not to have babies, but because it feels nice and can forge intimacy and connection, isn’t actually all that hard to say.

Grooming your White child for that sweet, sweet 0.7 below-replacement fertility rate.

2. Start Conversations About Consent Early

Feminist cunt mom is about to unload some Holy Matriarchy injunctions on her kid.

When addressing consent with young kids, you can teach them that they need to get permission to touch others by asking peers and siblings things like “Can I hug you?” or “Can I hold your hand?”

Or, “How to turn your emotionally healthy child into a creepy, psychologically unstable, socially clumsy spergatron.”

Children should also have their physical boundaries respected by adults.

But not their psychological boundaries.

Adults often think it is perfectly fine to continue to tickle or wrestle a child who is asking them to stop. But it isn’t – and it teaches kids that they don’t really have control over their bodies.

This psychobitch sounds like a lot of fun to be around.

Kids should also be allowed to change their minds. They shouldn’t, for instance, be taught that keeping a promise is always the most moral thing to do.

Shitlibs train their sprog early in the art of traitorous status whoring.

With older kids, explain that consent for sex can be withdrawn at any time. […] Plus, kids and teens should know that you can stop a sexual interaction at any time, even if both people are naked and fooling around. Even in the middle of a sex act.

Nothing says “this is completely natural and loving” like teaching your daughter to demand consent after every thrust into her vagina, and your son to be ready to stop right up to, and including, the point of imminent ejaculation. Just another feminist whackjob demonstrating a clear lack of understanding and empathy for physical and emotional differences between the sexes (and between children and adults).

It also has to be clear that consent shouldn’t be wheedled or coerced, and that there are circumstances under which consent cannot freely be given – like if you’re asleep, passed out, incapacitated by drugs or alcohol, or under age.

And consent can’t be freely acknowledged when drunk, either. Game set match, feminist shrike.

it’s understood that teens who want to drive, or take calculus, or play violin should be given the space to learn how to do so before we expect any mastery of the subject.

But when it comes to sex, we deny children the ability to develop their skills, and then blame them when things don’t go well.

Feminist brainwashing agent thinks sex is like calculus, even though field mice manage it without a propaganda blitz instructing them in the act.

And while there are ways for kids to practice sex, many teens are forced to do so in secret. This can be the result of parents’ rules. But it also happens because things like looking at porn or sexting are illegal for minors.

And while such laws are ostensibly designed to protect children, particularly when it comes to sexting, they can do more harm than good.

“ostensibly”. This is what a disgust threshold set to infinity looks like.

For a lot of American parents, the idea of allowing a teen to have a sleepover with a boyfriend or girlfriend, let alone with a casual hook up, seems either like excessive permissiveness, or actual negligence or harm.

For a lot of American parents, insane feminist nonsense hasn’t yet polluted their ability to think clearly.

I know that was something my parents worried about when the issue came up for me as a teen. Ultimately, they let me stay over at my boyfriend’s, but they also made it clear that they were only doing so because they wanted to know where I was.

Her feeble parents wanted to be sure she was slutting it up at a known address instead of behind the 7-11.

We all knew that they were pretty unhappy with the whole situation, and as a result, my return home the mornings after a sleepover were uncomfortable for everyone.

😆 😆 Fucking skank did the walk of shame back to her parents’ house! Why wait until college to experience that shame from peers? She got an early start on her career in whole hog sluttery. Later, in college, shaming glances would bounce right off her.

But in reality, permitting sleepovers with a partner can be one of the healthiest ways to keep teens safe since they are getting to learn about having sex in the security of their own homes

Dads love it when their daughters learn about having sex under their roofs. As long as it’s safe and secure, her orgasmic moans traveling up to Dad’s bedroom can only be the sound of a father raising his daughter right.

Sexuality is not an amorphous entity that lives separately from our children and which we need to protect them from unilaterally. Rather, it’s a part of who they are and something they’ll benefit from nurturing and developing.

Sexuality doesn’t need nurturing and developing. It pretty much happens on its own. But what fun is that when you can be in the running for demon mom of the year and encourage your daughter to take a cock up her ass while dad tries to drown out the sex noises with the Beats headphones you bought him for Kwanzaa?

But many of us live in environments where any openness about kids and sex is seen as potentially harmful. And as a result, the attempt to raise sexually healthy kids can seem like an uphill battle.

Maybe that’s nature’s way of telling you not to do it, you dumb bitch.

But even if you were raised in a household where the topic was utterly taboo, it’s never too late to send more positive messages about sex to your own kids – even if doing so seem a bit unnatural at the start.

Author: Ellen Friedrichs.

The “winner” of the 2015 Punchable Shitlib Face Tournament will be the peabody puffboy who emerges victorious from the Championship Bout between Dylan Matthews and Pajamaboy (née Ethan (((Krupp)))).

Matthews handily dispatched McKay Coppins in the preliminary finals bout, as voters felt he had the face more likely to inspire a fusillade of knuckle sandwiches. On to the match!

Ladies and gentlemen…. in the far left corner…. Dyyyyyyyyyyylan Maaaaaaaattheeeeeeeeeewwwws.

And in the far, far left corner…. Paaaaaaaaaaaaajamabooooooooooooooy!

Matthews “leans in” to take a hit from a blood and soil patriot….

Pajamaboy offers both cheeks for back-handed slaps from feminists who secretly despise his male genus….

Matthews taunts the crowd, asking them if they have the stones to wipe the smug off his face…

Pajamaboy raises the stakes, sticking a pinky out form his mug of cocoa and wagging it at the balled fists of a phalanx of shitlord spectators…

Matthews does that Morpheus “bring it” hand as he brags about his high verbal IQ and miserable math skills….

Pajamaboy announces he’s “strapped on” and ready to “Lamaze the poz”…

this is gonna go down to the wire, folks!

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