Paris

What is there to say that any sane person doesn’t already know? The blessings of Diversity™ keep on giving. Diversity is our bullet-riddled bodies.

Dry humor appeals in dark times made darker by the sheer malevolent lunacy of our complicit leaders. Via:

as long as there is a single muslim who hasn’t yet committed a mass murder, you can’t blame ALL MUSLIMS for mass murder.

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dylann roof shooting: NOW IS THE TIME TO TALK ABOUT WHITE SUPREMACY; muslim mass murder: HOW DARE YOU TRY TO COMMENT ON THIS NOW!!

Yes, shitlibs never fail to shock with their banal predictability. But even I, a hardened contextual cynic, had to do a double-take when I read the following (scroll down to 3:10AM):

U.S. Defense Secretary Ash Carter is calling the attacks in Paris “an assault on our common human dignity.”

The Pentagon chief says “the United States stands with the people of France and its vibrant, multicultural democracy.”

That is not a parody. The US Defense Secretary actually said those words moments after French blood was running into gutters. Worse, he drilled the point home by using not one limpwrist incantation — “vibrant” — but two — “multicultural”. Anyone know if this Ash Carter character has poz loads coming out of his ears?

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The Trumpening has his next campaign ad. Advice: Get it out there now before the media turns its attention back to poop swastikas and BLM demands for segregated protest rallies.

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One minute before Paris attacks…
Hollande: “Cool clock, Muhammed. Want to bring it to the Elysee Palace?”

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GoodWhite: “Not all Muslims are like that. Check your Islamophobia!”
“White”: “This attack means we must install democracy in Syria.”
BadWhite: “Um, keep them out of the country.”

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Victor Orban is the President America needs, but not the President America deserves. Migrant Invasion Is European Left, American Democrat Plot To Import Left-Wing Voters. This quote by Orban is some of the realest Realtalk I’ve heard from a politician since, well, Trump.

He said the elite, or ruling classes are only concerned with “[c]ute things like human rights, progress, peace, openness, tolerance… We are not talking about freedom, we are not talking about Christianity, we do not talk about the nation and we are not talking about the pride.

“They see migration as an opportunity. The left-wing European intelligentsia was theoretically prepared. Now we are dealing with simplicity and power politics: All evidence and experience suggest that the overwhelming majority of these migrants will choose the political left once they are naturalised. So there are future voters left imported into Europe.”

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“You only had to listen.”
-Michel Houellebecq

In seriousness, do you think Houellebecq is crying or smugly smirking right now? The guy just wrote a book about an exhausted, decadent elite scheming to install a future Islamic France to retain their well-paid sinecures and dissolve the French nation-state.

What is the likelihood that these coordinated Paris attacks will finally spark a war between the citizenry and the ruling class? What is the likelihood that everyone will roll over to more insane demands from open borders nutjobs? I’m not feeling particularly optimistic, given the recent track record of NW European Whites and their diaspora.

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Dear Shitlibs,

The Paris terrorist attacks were not a “tragedy”. They were cold-blooded murders by Muslim invaders. Words matter. HTH.

The Attraction-Killing Power Of High Female Achievement

The tankgrrl careerist shrike demands that men desire her for her careerist shrikery. The obstacle to her demands is the basic biological constraint of male sexuality that compels men to be attracted to relatively less accomplished, more feminine women. At best, a woman’s career is neutral background noise to a man’s desire; at worst it actively undermines love.

Ollie passes along a story that demonstrates this sexual market reality quite well.

What amazes me about this story is the number of idiots that are dumbfounded as to why Mr. Rossdale has been boffing the lookalike nanny instead of his “awesome superstar real thing” wife.

To any man with even a hint of red-pill awareness (and the ability to be honest with himself) the reason for Mr. Rossdale’s dalliance is as obvious as the mid morning sun:

His wife was a Diva.

Why is this so bad?
1. She has spent years constantly being marinaded in a bath of non-stop adulation and fan worship. Even the most noble woman will eventually succumb to the spiritually toxic effects of that attention bath, and become an insufferable narcissist, utterly incapable of loving anything but her aging reflection.

2. She has a full time job as a recording artist. This kind of job is designed to destroy relationships like a cruise missile, with its potent combination of time-consuming recording/promoting sessions, long distance separation (touring), and surrogate attention heaped on by adoring fans. A relationship needs to have some degree of contact to exist.

3. She also has a job as a TV show judge, and a fashion design company to run on top of that. As often remarked in these hallowed halls, a woman obsessed with her career is a woman who is fundamentally damaged. The precious little free time Gwen had left over from her recording job is furiously consumed like the last slice of cake at a hambeast convention. Ergo, the nanny, whom I’m pretty sure has spent an order of magnitude (or two) more time loving and caring for Gwen’s own children than “Amazing Superstar” Gwen herself has.

Now, think about the 25 seconds or so of yearly photo-op family time Gwen can afford her progeny and subdivide it by 50. That’s the amount of time Gavin gets for intimacy with his bombshell wife. Essentially, being Gavin Rossdale is like owning a Bugatti Veyron with welded shut doors, or having a 3-star Michelin chef prepare you a sumptuous feast that is then placed in a sealed glass box for you to watch as it slowly rots.

Throw on top of this the fact that Mizz Stefani’s career and identity were conceived during and directly through the height of 90’s Doc Marten ball-stomping riot grrl feminism, and we have a recipe for marriage disaster that makes the Hindenburg look like a minor fender-bender.

Gavin probably did the math at some point, figuring “Why am I, a famous rock star, getting laid less than Elliot Rodger?” and took action, getting what a man needs in life from the nearest available source.

What men really want from women, aside from those oh-so important physical attributes, is a sweet, caring, loving helpmeet. We’re talking the kind of woman who adoringly reads her children lullabies and makes her husband a home-cooked meal. Pop superstardom is as useful to a man’s heart as an ice machine is needed for residents of northern Alaska.

I know this subject has been already covered in the “Dating Market Value Test For Women” section, but I really think it is time for the Chateau to once again spotlight the incredible attraction-killing power of high female achievement.

Aging famous women have it rough in two ways:

The alpha males they want don’t really care about women’s career goals or accomplishments. In this respect these alphas are no different than any man, and once the bloom on the rose starts to wilt, their men’s eyes will start to wander more frequently.

The alpha males they want have a lot of SMV, and thus a lot of sexual market options. No matter how famous, rich, and beloved she herself is, her high status husband/boyfriend has more options to trade up, because aging does not affect his SMV like it does hers, and his careerism does not negatively affect his SMV like it does hers.

Female hypergamy is a bitch, but it’s bitchiest to those high-powered aging women who must suffer the smallest pool of equally or higher-powered men acceptable to her mate match algorithm. Maybe if those men had no other options…. but then they wouldn’t be the sort of men desired by the Gwen Stefanis of the world.

What Happens When There’s No One Left To Apologize?

As the Circlejerk of the Offended widens, there remain fewer and fewer Offenders in the Oortlands of the Damned from whom to extract satisfyingly humiliating apologies. Take, for example, this latest Bowels Love Movement temper tantrum.

An organized protest at Cornell University supporting racial equality has been canceled after a black student group complained about the “lack of people of color in the planning and attendance” of the event, which appears to have been organized by a white student.

Not sure if troll or genuine “white” beta manboob fatso bowing down before his cuckmasters for the crime of insufficiently licking their boots.

This line:

“Thank you for calling me out on my ignorance.”

You may as well append that to America’s other two epitaphs ready to be etched on her gravestone.

“We are a family… of friends!”
“Here lies America. She found closure.”
“Thank you for calling me out on my ignorance.”

The group also stated that “although” the members appreciate “the solidarity and interest of our allies,” the organization would like to address prejudice “in [their] own way.”

I’m curious where all this is heading. When any silly “offense” can be summoned from the ether, and everyone has a trigger point and a safe space blueprint, who will be left to obsequiously assuage the egos of all these thin-skinned, feminized, emotional toddlers? I suppose John Scalzi will try to take up the slack. He wears a dress.

I’ll tell ya something else. This is what happens when you overstuff a bunch of underqualified blacks onto college campuses where they can feel in their bones they don’t measure up. The spite, resentment, and bile bubble over, and with the help of status whoring manlet leftoids and Hivemind Narrative police, explodes in some of the most childish, nonsensical tantrums you’ll ever see putative adults indulge.

No doubt it’s fun for the wholesome White family to watch shitlib grotesqueries cannibalize each other, but if you think this in-fighting will reduce their choke-hold on the culture, don’t bet on it.

Executive summary: Diversity + Proximity = War.

Create Your Identity To Attract More Women

Üntermenschlet Michael Cera once starred in a movie called Youth in Revolt. It wasn’t half-bad by the standards of his usual sackless oeuvre, but the best thing about the movie — a quasi-parody of indie flics disguised as a romcom — was its exploration of the Game concept of Identity Creation. In this way, the movie is actually a hidden gem of masculine awareness. Cera’s character is a hapless beta male with oneitis who creates an alter ego of himself as a suave, smooth-talking, slightly douchey badboy. The girl, naturally, falls for the new and improved Michael Shitlord.

Identity Creation is a big deal among the Game intelligentsia. That’s because it works. Crafting a recognizable, even mythological, persona and skillfully conveying it to women will provide a big passive boost to your charisma. All women — not just slutty bar skanks — love a dollop of drama and pretension, and are intrigued by men who embody sexy archetypes. Those men stand out from the mediocre masses of beta male boobs, and this is crucial in a saturated dating market that is nearing an effective sex ratio which is extremely favorable to prime nubility girls.

Women imagine that men possessing powerful identities live in a more exciting world than the plebes — a secret society, to borrow a PUA term — and as is the wont of women they desire badly what they think is being denied them. They want into that mysterious man’s world.

An identity is part of both inner and outer Game. A strong identity allows you to know yourself and thus act with purpose; your frame will be solid with this self-aware knowledge. As an outer game strategy, your identity — aka your core personality — is communicated via style, behavior, attitude, and body language. The better you can convey your identity, the more women will autonomically moisten in your presence.

The Cadfather of Game, Mystery von Mystery, was a two-bit magician who used that seedling of a self-definition to grow a much stronger and more seductive identity which he whimsically deployed in da clubs to the delight of boner fried hotties. Here’s Mystery on the importance of a well-honed method to conveying your identity,

I will attempt to resolve his misunderstanding between STYLE and METHOD as well as reveal some insights on how to specifically customize material to convey a unique identity (for both you and my friend Thundercat). Once you customize your material to fit your chosen “strong identity” will you no doubt make others who watch you work wrongfully assume it is your particular identity that gets you the girls and not the method that powers the conveying of it.

As those who have taken a Mystery Method seminar know, MM consists of three main areas:

PART 1. A format (or game plan) which has 3 stages, each with 3 phases.
PART 2. Mental tools to get you from phase to phase (isolation tactics, kiss tactics, extraction tactics, etc).
PART 3. Scripts and personality conveying material (content) to fill in each of the 9 phases.

While parts 1 and 2 (the MM format and it’s tactics) don’t change from person to person, part 3 (personality conveying material) does. We each possess a unique identity. You are not me. I am a magician. My wing Style is a writer. Tyler D. is a public speaker. Does this mean you have to be a magician, a writer, or a public speaker in order to attract women? Of course not! But what you DO need is what Style, Tyler D. and I share in common: we each possess a strong identity.

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I’m sure you’ve found yourself in a set and have reached the point where your target says, “What do you do?” You either give her your honest but lame answer like, “I’m a student”, or “I’m a system’s administrator”, or worse, you try to circumvent the question entirely with “I’m an ass model.”

The problem is you don’t have an attractive identity, or if you do, it’s not a strong one. Some guys will experiment with “I’m a rockstar”, or “I’m a promoter”, or “I’m a public speaker”, but your target will either feel you are lying (in the same way we believe an “actress” is likely a “waitress”), or if they DO believe your evidence, they become intimidated when you get weighed down by the stereotype they have of you.

If instead of answering her question “What do you do” with “I’m [x]” you can ground your present identity to her reality and harness the opportunity to convey a much richer personality. Here’s how you do it.

Instead say:

1. “Well when I was little I wanted to be a [x].”
2. “When I was a teenager [x] happened.” Tell stories about how you got from 1 to 3.
3. “Now I’m [x]. Can you believe it?”

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So this is what you must now do to improve your game:

1. Figure out who YOU are by looking at what you DO repeatedly – something you can say in a word or two. (ex: magician, writer, toy inventor, CEO, hacker, rock climber, rapper, public speaker, traveler)

2. Come up with several stories that convey how you got from being a normal kid to doing what you repeatedly do.

3. Practice telling these stories to others to make the stories enthusiastic and natural.

OK, you now know grounding — i.e., delivery style — and self-tailored stories are important to conveying your identity and triggering or amplifying female attraction.

There are two pathways to Identity Creation:

1. Reframing your already existing identity as one that is sexier than an objective analysis would indicate.
2. Choosing a fresh identity that is attractive to women and complements, rather than contradicts, the general contours of your personality and worldview.

Crafting a completely novel identity that is so unlike yourself no one would recognize you can be done, but it’s difficult, particularly at the beginning before you’ve built up the mental muscles that will internalize your new identity and enable you to express it congruently. The more practical goal is to work within the confines of your resting personality state, knowing that at the margins your personality is sufficiently flexible. And the intensity and zero sum nature of the sexual market means that a small change at the margins can mean a big change in the quantity and quality of your notches.

First, take heed that some identities are more equal than others. Proudly assuming the look and lifestyle of a basement porn consumer isn’t a golden ticket to gushing tingles. Most people instinctively know which identities are timelessly sexy to women, but as a reminder here’s a short list of some of the most commonly perceived sexy male archetypes:

• adventurer
• corporate titan
• brooding artist
• street tough
• Machiavellist
• world traveler
• rock star
• jock
• ladies’ man
• tormented writer
• photographer
• rugged outdoorsman
• social linchpin (bartender/promoter/event planner)
• cult leader
• spy/shadowy figure with a murky past
• ex-con
• war vet (“i’ve seen things…”)
• Jeb Bush….. HAHAHAHAHA

Unfortunately, there’s a new persona/identity taking the culture by storm.

• SJW

No one will ever mistake the typical SJW for a sexy male (or female) archetype. So why does it now flourish? The answer is simple once you recognize that SJWism is a siren song for humanity’s dregs. The ugliest, fattest, weirdest, gooniest LSMV losers adopt the SJW identity to raise their own status and knock down the status of their betters. These degenerate freaks on their own would go to the grave incel, but with a Tumblrrea and a passion for poopytalk the Crouching Manlet Hidden Dildo sees in the SJW identity a chance — the slimmest possible (but still better than zero) — to get a drunken pity fuck from a bluehair fatty before his dick stops working from cheeto-clogged arteries.

This is how dysfunctional the American sexual market has become: the SJW identity is a legitimate recourse to escape lifelong involuntary celibacy.

Let’s pull one random sexy identity from the above list and I’ll run through the process of building upon and eventually conveying this identity to intrigued women:

Photographer.

You can completely fabricate a persona as a photographer, but it will be much easier to pull off if you actually have some experience at photography, or have some genuine interest in the subject.

Now, you’re not going to walk around with a honking DLSR everywhere you go. But you will deck out your bang pad with the accoutrements of the accomplished photographer. The sexier, the better. Keep a personal photo album on the coffee table. Have a few B&W photos of naked exes on the wall. Have a dedicated studio room, where you take your unsuspecting prey dates and slyly suggest they “have the right skin tone for indoor shots”.

When you go out, have stories ready for girls.

“Well when I was little I wanted to be a painter.”
“When I was a teenager I was introduced to the modeling world by a cousin who worked with models. I went on a day trip to see what it was like. I had a point and shoot with me and just started taking snapshots of girls getting ready for shows. They loved it, and I discovered I had a better eye than a painter’s hand.”
“Now I do photo shoots for aspiring actresses. It’s great to be able to have a passion and make money from it!”

Seal the deal by taking your dates to local venues where you have agreements with the managers to hang your photos on the venue walls. Nonchalantly at some point during the date gesture to a photo hanging on the wall and tell her that’s one of yours.

Fashion-wise, cop the stereotypical garb of artsy photographers. All black outfits, slim fitting pullovers, sneakers for that high-low style contrast, a lethally steady gaze.

Related: Persona contests are the new medium for status whoring. As the niches for status striving exploitation have filled up, Americans have moved from materialist status competition (McMansions) through lifestyle status competition (home brewing) and now to persona status competition (“black lives matter”). Charisma has long been a defining feature of all three Prime Identities, but it is predominant in the persona, so it’s not a coincidence that Game has risen in esteem with the rise of the cult of the persona.

The Swarm Wars

Will this be the counter-propaganda antiviral that cures White civilization of its autogenocide disease?

IF this one is taken down, try the LiveLeak version.

Equalist leftoid traitors better hope so, because if video like this one fails to rouse the survival instinct in Whites, the immune response that assuredly follows will be more emphatic than memetic…

PS The Poles find their balls. I like that the photos are mostly of rebellious White men, instead of the usual glamour shots of zero-threat level hotties inspiring slavish (heh) neocuck swooning. Not that there’s anything wrong with a few Polish hotties mixed in the crowds…

Study: Women With High Self-Esteem Have More Rape Fantasies

Continuing on the theme of “WOMEN…THEY REALLY ARE NOTHING LIKE MEN”, another study (h/t Arbiter) finds that not only are rape fantasies common among the female of the species, but, contrary to conventional tradcon wisdom, it’s the HIGH SELF-ESTEEM women who have the most frequent and pleasurable rape fantasies.

This study evaluated explanations of rape fantasy in a sample of female undergraduates (N = 355) using a sexual fantasy checklist which included eight types of rape fantasy, participants’ detailed descriptions of a rape fantasy they have had, a rape fantasy scenario audio presentation, and measures of personality. Three explanations of rape fantasy were tested: openness to sexual experience, sexual desirability, and sexual blame avoidance. Women who were higher in erotophilia and self-esteem and who had more frequent consensual sexual fantasies and more frequent desirability fantasies, particularly of performing as a stripper, had more frequent rape fantasies. Women who were higher in erotophilia, openness to fantasy, desirability fantasies, and self-esteem reported greater sexual arousal to rape fantasies. Sexual blame avoidance theory was not supported; sexual desirability theory was moderately supported; openness to sexual experience theory received the strongest support.

It appears women have rape fantasies because… wait for it… it TURNS THEM ON. Which makes sense. Fantasy is based on real desire. (For proof of this, ask yourself when was the last time a woman admitted she fantasized about sex with a dutiful beta provider.)

Rape fantasies aren’t reactions to negative real life experiences or evidence of imbalanced psychologies; quite the opposite, rape fantasies are the domain of women who think highly of themselves and are comfortable with their sexuality.

Arbiter interjects,

Yet another finding that contradicts the feminist worldview. The women who like sex the most and are the most daring, are the ones who fantasize about rape the most. These are the toughest women, the most independent women.

Feminists claim that “rape is about control”. It is “a way for men to control women”. In that case it should be the women who feminists consider traitors who have the most rape fantasies, shouldn’t it? The women who are the most “submissive”, women who are obedient slaves to the evil men, shy and afraid, quiet as a mouse, “seen but not heard” and all the things feminists imagine about conservative women since they don’t know any. Instead it’s the toughest women who enjoy rape fantasies the most, since rape is about sex, not the “patriarchy’s” control.

What’s equally interesting is why women who are lower in sociosexuality and in self-esteem have fewer reported rape fantasies. Maybe they are less honest about their true desires, thinking them shameful? Or maybe they simply have lower libidos than more erotically feminine women, and this is reflected in their lower incidences of the sorts of sexual/romantic fantasies that preoccupy the female hindbrain.

The Great Men On The Melting Pot Myth

Tucked into an epic post about the myth of immigrant assimilation into America over history, written by the blogger and hatefact analyst M.G., is a shivvily shimmering quote by late 19th-early 20th Century economist (and progressive) J. R. Commons:

We find that our democratic theories and forms of government were fashioned by but one of the many races and peoples which have come within their practical operation, and that that race, the so-called Anglo-Saxon, developed them out of its own insular experience unhampered by inroads of alien stock. When once thus established in England and further developed in America we find that other races and peoples, accustomed to despotism and even savagery, and wholly unused to self-government, have been thrust into the delicate fabric. Like a practical people as we pride ourselves, we have begun actually to despotize our institutions in order to control these dissident elements, though still optimistically holding that we retain the original democracy.

M.G. adds, “Commons wrote these words in 1907; he may just as well have penned them last week.”

Commons understood the threat of open borders and the danger of demographic replacement of the native stock of people who created the civilization that attracts the world’s benighted. He, like, ahem, we here at CH, understand all too well the abiding truth of the formulation

DIVERSITY + PROXIMITY = WAR

and that this WAR can manifest in many ways, including as a slow but inexorable corruption of the civilized institutions which must accommodate, with increasing tension proportional to the numerical pressures, the different and often antagonistic values of the genetically and culturally distinct migrants.

And just how much danger is there of the dispossession of America’s NW European White Man creators, builders and maintainers?

The term “self-cucked” comes to mind.

Bonus: Commons nailed the motivations of the ruling elite and reasons they embrace open borders and try to sell their self-interest with equalist rhetoric.

It is an easy and patriotic matter for the lawyer, minister, professor, employer, or investor, placed above the arena of competition, to proclaim the equal right of all races to American opportunities; to avow his own willingness to give way should even a better Chinaman, Hindu, or Turk come in to take his place; and to rebuke the racial hatred of those who resist this displacement. His patriotism and world-wide brotherhood cost him and his family nothing, and indeed they add to his profits and leisure.

Where are the men of Commons’ perspicacity today? If ever the nation needed their clear thinking and their courage, now is the time. Perhaps Trump will pick up the banner of Realtalk™ and march with it over the battlefield, crushing ethnomasochistic, autogenocidal shitlibs underfoot. We’ll see.