Future President Donald Trump Was Right About George W Bush: He Was Partly Responsible For 9/11

Steve Sailer unearths video of presidential candidate and ur-cuckservative George W Bush deriding “racial profiling” and calling for less scrutiny of Arab airline passengers eleven months before 9/11. Attaboy, W! For this, Steve earns the Shiv of the Week (sharing the shiv with MPC).

Trump, are you reading? Are your people reading? This is what’s known as GAME SET MATCH for your side. You win. Take every opportunity to shove this inconvenient truth into the plush betaBush faces, and make the entire Hivemind equalist leftoid apparatus and Cuckservatism, Inc. squirm with discomfort.

In related clown world news, a swarm of callow female Canadians and their manlet Cacucks elected a vapid shell entity multikultist, who loves foreigners more than he loves his fellow White neighbors, to lead their country further down the browntown shitter. This cipher, Trudeau, fabulously adores hijab-covered muslims so much he wants to import millions of them and preside over oath-swearing ceremonies that resemble a Charlie Brown Halloween costume party if Charlie Brown was a spiteful, backward ingrate committed to the creation of a worldwide caliphate.

Are we in clown world or the lunatic asylum? Ahmud the hoax bomb maker (yes, the nerdo and his fifth column CAIRhead parents knew what they were doing) was warmly received by president Butt Naked to participate in a ritualistic war dance becoming all-too-common nowadays: the celebration of another victory in the gleeful extirpation of Whites from their American cultural birthright.

Oh, and Butt Naked wants to take in thousands of Syrian refugees swindlers and no doubt resettle them in the Whitest parts of America. You know, as a lesson for the others still laboring under the delusion that their Diversity™-free neighborhood is safe from enrichment.

American Whites need to know EXACTLY what all this signifies. It is nothing less than CULTURAL GENOCIDE against White Americans, and White Men in particular. And, if left unchallenged, the ANTI-WHITE CULTURAL GENOCIDE will soon turn into an ACTUAL ANTI-WHITE GENOCIDE, red with the spilled hatreds and perfected vengeance of the degenerate freak mafia.

Donald Trump Game

Invoke the Trump for the Hump!

How powerfully alpha is future President Donald Motherfucking Trump? You can can laid by channeling his mojo and slapping shitlib hos upside the vajflaps with the invocation of his name.

Eric Wilson writes,

So, I’m on a date a couple of nights ago. Had seen this girl quite a bit about 6 mos ago, she cut it off then asked if I wanted to grab a drink before she moves to France. She’s super liberal, so we are talking about exciting acts or shows or people we’d like to see or did see.

Me: There’s only one person that I would go crazy to see right now, but I can’t tell you, cause you’d just walk out the door.
Her: Now you have to tell me.
Me: Nope. Can’t do it.
Her: Ok, how about if I tell you one really embarrassing one from when I was a kid? I got super excited to see the Jonas Brothers.
Me: Fair enough, Donald Trump is mine.

She about fell on the floor and was so flustered, she didn’t know what to do. Although it was funny. She started out almost angry and by the end she was kind of rationalizing my choice in politicians to herself.

If a girl has become attracted to you, she will rationalize your penchant for keeping the bodies of craven manlets under the floorboards.

She had to teach school in the morning so I walk her to her car, give her a kiss.

Me: How does it feel?
Her: How does what feel?
Me: Kissing someone who’s a yuuuuge Donald Trump fan?
Her: *tingle explosion*

Later that night she texts me saying how great it was to see me etc. etc.

I call it Donald Trump game.

Make Vaginas Wet Again. Vote Donald Trump.

PS: Trump’s alphazoom knows no speed limit, stops for no one, and rolls on for the journey as much as for the destination. Here he is yet again demonstrating mastery over the game concept known as “Agree&Amplify”.

Game Quickie: Expectations Of Commendation

The Game Quickie is a new series created with the flickering screen-addicted ADHD scatterbrain in mind. This is for those of you who don’t have the slow eye to make sweet sweet love to a longer game post.

When a girl — a stranger or a loose acquaintance or even a girlfriend — compliments you, the proper response is one infused with self-entitled expectation.

Corollary: the worst response is one which sounds like you think compliments from women are rare and therefore novel and exciting to your senses, or that any compliment from a girl deserves a compliment in kind from you.

So, let’s say a girl tells you that you have a good body (any compliment will do here). The wrong (read: beta) replies include:

An ebullient “Thanks!”

“Wow, you’re the first to tell me that!”

“Really? I’m flattered!”

“You’ve made my day.”

“And you have a good body, too.”

Feigned humbleness. “Aw, really, it’s nothing. I’ve been working out lately.”

“You’re too kind.”

“Women never say stuff like that to me. Thanks!” (yes, I’ve heard betas say this, and it is cringeworthy)

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Instead, act like women flatter you all the time (and it has made you jaded). The right (read: alpha) responses:

A flatly-intoned “thanks”.

A smirk.

Nothing.

There should always be an air of expectation in your words and behavior in response to a woman treating you well, which she will perceive as your habituation to the romantic attentions of women through your life. A womb-weary ennui enshrouds the man who has “heard and seen it all before” from women, and this communicates a challenge that no woman who thinks highly of her offering will be able to resist taking on.

COPROP Update: Realtalk™ Image Warfare

The Chateau COPROP resource is regularly updated with new counter-propaganda weaponry to neutralize and destroy the equalist leftoid anti-White meme machine.

Courtesy of MPC, a thread dedicated to “realtalking image macros for shitlords”. A few choice samples:

There are many more great examples of Realtalk COPROP at the link. I really enjoy the appropriation of shitlib language in this png street art that is sure to drive the right sorts of flaming iphags insane in the memebrain. For that, CH awards MPC the Shiv of the Week. Tip it with venom and wield it with style.

It’s time to take the war to the enemy (which probably means somewhere up their asses, the only battlefield with which the enemy is well-acquainted).

A Funny Little Thing About Barely Legal Babes

When mom and dad are out walking about with their teenage-early 20s daughter, something I’ve noticed a lot is the way the daughter will ostentatiously flirt with me (not a teenager), even to the edge of vulgar leering, right under the noses of her parents. Some of the sloppiest, most provocative eye fucking I’ve received has been from barely legal babes wedged in between parents while out for a stroll.

(This is a good time to head off at the pass the usual cunterie of disingenuous, slanderous feminist fugs and their white knight manlet lapdogs: “barely legal” refers to teenage or very young-looking early 20s women who have assumed the full suite of secondary sexual characteristics and who possess a womanly form of narrow waist, pert tits, and firm ass that would excite any psychologically healthy man with a functioning libido.)

Why this is I can only guess. Maybe teen girls in the brightest bloom of their ripening womanhood feel a devilish compulsion to test the boundaries of their feminine power over older men when that power is at its zenith but still, ostensibly, under the authority of their parents. Freud was a crackpot but some of his insights have merit, and a Freudian take on this would say that the teenage nymphet subconsciously desires to exert the same power over high status men that she perceives her mother exerts over her father. She is “feeling her oats”.

Anyhow, as a matter of course, if the girleen is stunning enough to suit my tastes, I won’t hesitate to volley back a daringly lascivious smirk, maybe to unsettle her from her perch of power paid for by her parents’ presence, and then, as an orbed forewarning, meet her dad’s eye with a balefully shaming squint. It is required.

PS:

The Hivemind Narrative Chart

A useful chart that tells you whom to blame when your shitlib social status is challenged by adherence to the proper context for the latest viral news story.

Programming note: I prefer the term “hivemind” to “media” because the former encompasses the full spectrum of thought self-regulation that pervades almost every aspect of current American social life.

The Great Men On National Homogeneity

Constantine VII, a 10th Century Byzantine Emperor wrote the following:

For each nation has different customs and divergent laws and institutions, and should consolidate those things that are proper to it, and should form and develop out of the same nation the associations for the fusion of its life. For just as each animal mates with its own tribe, so it is right that each nation should marry and cohabit not with those of other race and tongue but of the same tribe and speech. For hence arise naturally harmony of thought and intercourse among one another and friendly converse and living together; but alien customs and divergent laws are likely on the contrary to engender enmities and quarrels and hatreds and broils, which tend to beget not friendship and association but spite and division.

AKA Diversity + Proximity = War.

Reader tanabear remarks,

Can anyone honestly disagree with above statement? It was true a 1,000 years ago. It is true today.

No one can honestly disagree with Constantine’s timeless truth, but America’s fruited planes writhe with treacherous vipers who find it as easy to lie and beguile as to slither away for cover when the sunlight strikes them bare.