Uplift Of The Day

Here is a mayor of a Hungarian border town, telling his fellow Hungarians, and the world, that THIS BORDER IS CLOSED. (Stay tuned for the epic trolling near the end.)

“Hungary is a bad choice. Asotthalom is the worst.”

Laszlo Toroczkai should be included as a representative in the MPC “non-shitlib-faces.png” thread.

PS Bring back physiognomy.

Backdraft Of The Day

Via Steve. Backdraft: definition.

A commenter over there adds his dystopian flair,

If you project the African population based on population growth from 2000-2015, Africa will have somewhere north of 7 billion people by AD 2100. That’s well higher than the UN estimates of 4 billion or so. If anything, UN estimates are far too conservative.

There is no way, of course, that Africa will have 7 billion people by 2100. The means by which they don’t reach that number are a matter of intense interest, however. War, famine, disease, or genocide – which will it be?

Note that when I say genocide, I don’t mean nations or tribes of Africans killing each other – I mean Africans migrating out and killing the rest of us. Because at the current rate, if they did so we’d probably let them. That’s how suicidal our dumbass leaders have become.

Perhaps 150,000 years from now scientists will all be talking about how mankind evolved from a people who migrated out from Africa 150,000 years earlier and killed off the hominid populations already living in the other regions of the earth, occasionally raping or otherwise interbreeding with some of them and thus passing on a little of their DNA.

Leftoid: “10% non-White America put a man on the moon. Just think what we could accomplish by importing millions more vibrants into Minnesota and Bavaria suburbs, like this charming fellow overflowing with untapped human capital!”

Brides Carrying Grooms

There’s a new trend in wedding photos of brides holding their grooms aloft in their arms that exemplifies the cultural and even physical de-masculinization of Western White men and de-feminization of Western White women.

Brides and grooms are agreeing to this farcedy (farce + tragedy) under the pretense that such pics are “cute” and show their “fun-loving side”. Funny, all I see is a nauseating beta curled up like an infant in his aggrofemme’s arms.

This photo was submitted by a newlywed wife who offered, “This is his favourite”. Keep in mind as you view the wreckage that the “””man””” chose this photo as his favorite because it perfectly captured everything he was feeling on his wedding day.

“eek… a mouse!”

Maybe you think the gayfaced thing above is a closet case. A strong possibility. So try to explain this one:

American men are so fagged up I can’t even. Good luck trying to explain this to your future son when he asks why you let mommy carry you over the threshold like an overgrown toddler. News bulletin, dad: Sons have a strong need for an alpha male role model to look up to, and that usually means you. Way to let him down.

One wonders where the psychological castration and infantilization of White men and the phony propped-up machismo of White women will end. What is the end game? Millions of bicurious plushboys ruminating on the potential of everyday objects to double as rectum ticklers? Millions of screechy, thin-skinned feminist SJWs driving the economy to a halt with productivity- and innovation-killing HR complaints?

The best outcome that could happen now would be for this sociosexual inversion to reach an absolute nadir until the system snaps and the degenerate poz mafia scatter like cockroaches as the pendulum swings violently backward, scything away the filth and disease of infected ids.

This One Weird Trick To Get Over Approach Anxiety

Despite the glib title, this is a serious post.

Men have problems approaching women for makelove and pieceinourtime. Ok, the men from the ice people races, mostly. This is a fact. There are theories why men find it so difficult to cold approach women and chat them up with the goal of bedroom hijinks, some of which might have predictive power. Finding the source of men’s approach anxiety would help motivated and aspiring womanizers figure out plans of attack to overcome the AA psychological hurdle.

(It is plausible that approach anxiety evolved from a reality of the distant EEA past when chatting up a strange woman in your tribe or a neighboring tribe could easily get you killed by her brother, father, lover, or the jealous cavebeta orbiter.)

Most pickup sites recommend immersion therapy: learn to love the crash and burn and the preemptive exit as you small talk your way through hundreds of women in a week’s time.

This is not a horrible strategy compared to the alternative for most men: staring at a cute girl from a distance and later masturbating to the cortically embedded visual of her enticing form. But it suffers from one major drawback. There’s no getting around the perception that you are the pursuer, and she the pursued. Not normally a big deal for more experienced men, but for beginners this heavily biased pre-pickup perception means they face an uphill battle getting girls invested in their spiel. Conversations will wind up being short and curt, and that’s no good for a newbie who needs the face and tongue time to improve his social mechanics.

There’s a better beginner exercise that won’t mentally tax your average frustrated neophyte as much as the immersion strategy does. Do you live in a city with a lot of street hawkers and open air social justice hucksters? You know, Greenpeace granolas, Planned Parenthood slutolas, Black Lives Matter shinolas, constantly soliciting passersby with supremely earnest requests for support and thrusting pamphlets or donation list clipboards at you?

These are the shitlib randos you should approach. They aren’t going anywhere, they won’t reject you, and they are pursuing YOU not the other way around. You should practice your conversational chops on these Merchants of Mewl, especially the cute girls.

It will be much easier to get feedback on your game from them because their instinct to insta-reject you for a clumsy blurt is neutralized by the preexisting social dynamic. Go ahead and neg that Occupy Wombchute girl, tease her, flirt with her. She’s been loitering on that sidewalk corner all day, desperate for a little attention and a little love for her cause. She’ll be more forgiving of your beta bumblings, but she won’t stop being a woman, which means you’ll still get honest feedback from her mannerisms, her smile, her eye gleam, and the direction of her body sway, all of which will betray her arousal, or lack thereof, under the tutelage of your incipiently alpha presence.

An addendum: I would bet 90% of the male readers who are interested in improving their charisma to attract and date cute girls won’t do a damn thing with the knowledge droppage that happens at CH. So, it is with a note of bittersweetness that CH continues to pump out posts like this one. Yet we soldier on. Why? Because 90% isn’t 100%. If someone saved a beta today, it will all be worth it.

¡Jabe! Bush: Beta To The Bone

Do you want a stone cold alpha male or a buttered scone beta male as your next president (small p to indicate diminution of the office)? If ¡Jabe! Bush is your man, you should know he’s a buttered scone beta to the bone. The evidence for Jabe’s beta maleness, a fate which he so desperately is just now trying to escape under the withering fusillade of a one Mr Donald “I’ll have you peeking through locker vents” Trump, keeps piling up. The Audacious E finds another instance of Jabe laying his beta soul at the feet of pack leader Trump.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=awUiHKw4aBg&feature=youtu.be&t=4m24s

Trump sticking his hand out for a high five and Jeb eagerly complying with intensity all over his face probably qualifies as a shit test that Jeb failed. Then, feeling that he had momentarily gained Trump’s approval, Jeb goofily says “that was a good one”. He instinctively submitted because he just couldn’t help himself.

This exchange, standing on the tippie toes, “apologize to my wife”–Jeb was really trying to lord it over Trump but he came off looking like an inept try-hard every time.

Any man with a T level over 3 is sickened by these displays of supplication in the men presuming to be his leader. Humans have a strong instinctual revulsion to being ruled over by sniveling curs.

No CH reader should be surprised about Jabe’s choice of wife. The reason for that mismatch is clear, and it has nothing to do with Jabe’s looks, money, or status. Jabe didn’t choose Columba.

He settled for her.

Because he had to.

Because any babe who turns heads would feel Jabe’s betatude instantly. And it would repel her.

No-game-having Jabe Bush. There’s your 100 million dollar betaboy wundergaloot.

PS John Kasich’s answer to what he would preferred to be called by the secret service — “Unit 2” — is almost as sickeningly beta as Jabe’s sucking up to cool kid Trump. Beta male schlubs LOVE saying stuff like this: “I’m Unit 2 because as my wife constantly tells me, she’s Unit 1 in our marriage. haha aren’t I a funny charmer?” No you are not Kasich. You are a shell entity. And that’s why Trump has ten times the support from women that you do.

PPS This election cycle is turning into a clinic on the efficacy and truth of Game. It’s so very clarifying. I hope everyone is taking notes.

PPPS Before anyone asks, this is the sooper secret highly classified CH “alpha up” advice I would have given to Jabe if he ever finds himself in these situations that trigger his microbetaness.

“Jabe, you awkwardly towering lump of wet dough, if Trump sticks his hand out for a low high five, don’t promptly accept his invitation. Look at his hand for a beat, then make a fist and “fist bump” his palm while saying “rock”. Smirk like your life depended on it. And for fuck’s sake, don’t validate Trump by saying ‘that was a good one!’ You sound like such a toolbag when you say stuff like that.”

Thank you, that’ll be $100 million, payable in unmarked bills.

What A High Velocity, Head-On Impact With The Wall Looks Like

All women will hit The Wall someday (for the vast majority of women that day is no later than their 50th birthday.) Some women will hit it sooner, some later. Some women will approach The Wall cautiously, slowing down a bit as it nears; others will hit the gas and zoom straight at it when it looms, going out in a sudden blaze of wrinkles and sag. Some women will make glancing blows with The Wall, taking minor hits to their crumple zones that slowly add up over the years until their engine finally blows a gasket. Other women will make a last, valiant charge at The Wall when it appears on the battlefield horizon, living out the last moments of their futile resistance looking as good as possible before surrendering Christ-like to the inevitable.

But then there are those women — fewer in number but out-sized in their penchant for spectacular exits from the sexual market — who turn to face The Wall when still young and pretty and jam the accelerator to the floor, propelled by a jet engine and a metadeath wish, and slam into the immovable edifice with such speed and unswerving gusto that the wreckage left behind is used as PSAs for classrooms full of young women on the perils of hard living and waiting too long for marriage and children.

This is actress Jennifer Lien, who was recently arrested for exposing her post-Wall devastation to three kids.

That is a fifteen year separation folks. F-i-f-t-e-e-n years. She doesn’t just look like a different woman; she looks like a different species. Her destruction, at age 41, is complete.

Looking at that 1995 photo of lovely Ms Lien, I would have pursued and happily spelunked her secret sinkhole. In her 2010 photo, the thought of accidentally grazing her fat clammy forearm skin in a supermarket aisle fills me with revulsion.

That, ladies, is the incredible romance-killing power of The Wall. Respect it, and heed its warnings. The time for dawdling about in the feminist factories of urban sluttitude and swallowing the pain away with a cocktail of anti-depressants is shorter than you think. tick…. tock.

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Reader Stationarity writes,

I read this article yesterday, and after I cleaned up the vomit, I wondered, could her tit flashing be some desperate post wall attempt at validation?

Half of women’s psychoses could be described as behavioral manifestations of a subconscious need to feel externally validated in their sexual worth. The other half is the cognitive dissonance created by rationalizing away this need as feminist empowerment.

¡Jabe! Bush: Insecure, Try-Hard Betaboy

This latest confirmation of ¡Jabe! Bush’s innate beta maleness is so funny that for a moment you will forget about weeping for the decline of your nation.

¡Jabe!, already 6’3″ tall, felt it was necessary to stand on his tiptoes while positioned next to Donald “My Three Wives Are Hotter Than Your Aztec Oneitis” Trump.

What a maroon! Think about how fucking insecure and mentally lazy a man must be to pull this stunt in full view of cameras, essentially telling the world that he isn’t confident in his 6’3″ height to project an aura of dominance over his hated rival Trump, who bullycides Jeb so completely that Jeb lurches into desperate countermeasures, like a spastic nerd wearing underwear with detachable waistband so he can smugly retort “fooled you!” when he receives another atomic wedgie.

When people see this, do you know what they’ll think about you, Jeb? That Trump has your number. He’s under your skin. He’s winning. And you’re losing, because you’re a loser at heart. The stink of loser eeps from your fatfuck chipmunk cheeked plushboy facehole, and it’s become clearer to everyone why your fragile ego demanded you squat up with a third world midget and let her embarrass you for years, the wife of a major public figure, by never learning to speak English.

Goddamn these cuckservatives are useless. They need to be tossed out like last week’s garbage. Their rot infects everything and strangles any hope of a real revolution coming to wash away the grime.

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Reader Otsuka adds,

Think about a man who has been a governor of a large state; a man who has both brother and father former Presidents; standing on his tiptoes because he feels his 6’3″ stature is inadequate to impress the girls. The mind reels, the revulsion for this betaboy is reflected in his poll numbers. Imagine what must be going on in the minds of the PAC dropping a 100 million dollars on this pathetic creature.

What is Jeb’s PAC thinking? *flush*