The Wall Meets Beta Bux

😆 “sweet and steady” is a shiv in the heart of niceguys.

You gotta marvel at how often the extremely anti-feminist sexual market theories of The Wall and Beta Bux are confirmed by blithely unaware liberal news organs.

Explanation for new CH readers:

The Wall is the point in a woman’s life when she is sexually worthless to the vast majority of men with options. As The Wall approaches, a woman’s sexual market value (SMV, i.e., her youth and beauty), exponentially decays to zero. Most women will have hit The Wall by age 50.

Beta Bux is one part of a woman’s dual mating strategy (the other part being “Alpha Fux”) to acquire, if possible, both the genetic contributions of sexy alpha males and the resource contributions of boring but dependable beta males. The fact that most women will not be able to fulfill their mating duality directives does not mean that these competing desires don’t exist within them, or that given the right contexts and sufficient deniability they won’t make a go at it.

Now that you know this about women, the above Twat makes sense. An urban, socially disconnected, cock carousel riding city slutter woke up to the reality of her disappearing looks on her 32nd birthday, and like magic she suddenly noticed that dull niceguy in her office who would make a fine steady paycheck to foot the bills for her future dreams of a family consisting of two SUVs, three cats, five iPads, and 1.2 kids.

I wonder if the yeoman efforts of humble outposts like CH to catalog and publicize the dark but necessary nature of women to an audience of dumbfounded beta males will ever have an impact on the willingness of these men to accept the aging slut’s terms of engagement? Will we have a WAKE UP BETA MALE moment equally as vital and timely as the coming WAKE UP WHITE MAN cultural cataclysm now reverberating its way through the West?

Eurocuck

Western Europe is fast on its way to cucking itself to hordes of Muslim “””refugees”””. The median age of the populations of the top four countries sending invading saracens across Europe’s borders is 18-23. The median age of the populations of the top four receiving European countries is 40-46.

Older, White Europeans are literally importing the rebellious, antagonistic, dumb children and young, spiteful, hotheaded men of backward shit countries to fill in for the White European children they aren’t having and for the native manlets who are unwilling to defend their homelands.

On a national scale,  it doesn’t get much cuckier than that. European Equalists have decided that their weak native sons and fickle daughters should accommodate millions of AMOGs (Alpha Muslim Other Guys) streaming into their cities and towns, and they should do so with a welcoming smile as their wise leaders morally preen and posture about “European generosity” and “humanistic values”.

If you have any remaining doubt that this is in part a reverse colonization by Islamic fiefdoms taking advantage of a peculiarly evolved NW European disposition for pathological altruism on a global stage to foment a caliphate in the heartland of White Europe, note that Saudi Arabia has generously offered to build 200 mosques in Germany to welcome muhammed’s pilgrims the refugees.

The Arab sheiks must be laughing their fat, oil-fed asses off at what saps Europeans have become.

Bottom line: The refugees are not Europe’s moral crisis. They are the responsibility of those countries from which the migrants hail. The blame for every drowned Syrian child rests with their families who pushed them onto colonizing dinghies and with the abattoirs that multiply in the Muslim lands. It is Europe’s job to protect her own people against preventable miseries, such as, oh, the invasion of millions of home wreckers whose genetic and cultural heritage will always be at odds with the traditions and customs of native Europeans… until that time when the invaders have achieved numerical superiority and the natives have descended to complete dissolute abjection.

In related news, more evidence that the cuckservatives at National Review are just equalist leftoids who want lower taxes on billionaire oligarchs. Fuck them and their race creationism.

PS A good post about the central character trait of liberals: their (targeted) nonjudgmentalism. Liberalism is semantic Armageddon, inevitably driving discourse over a cliff into absurdism and justifications for self-annihilation.

A man of not far past vintage could reasonably have wanted blacks treated with dignity while simultaneously wishing for America to retain its European culture and demographics. He would have certainly considered himself open-minded and liberal for his altruism. Today he would be considered a neo-nazi. That is because liberalism denudes the mind of its necessary capacity for making judgements along a gradient. If we say 1, we are not required to say 100. If we swim a pool, there is no compulsion to swim the ocean. If we shake hands, we are not obliged to anal sex. Adults understand this implicitly. Liberals and children do not.

I like what Porter calls the reigning leftoid orthodoxy: Rainman world.

Do European Whites, and their diaspora, believe in themselves, or not? Do they believe they have as much right to homelands as any other people? Do they have the WILL TO SURVIVE, or don’t they? Because if the answer to those questions is negative, then it’s just a matter of time until their suicidal ideation is stone cold reality.

Update

Via reader Simon Corso. The people are getting mad. There is hope yet for White Europeans. (And the cucked ruling elite ought to start thinking about escape routes).

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A Polish MEP tells it like it is. For superbly entertaining lulz, don’t miss the shitlib woman’s O face starting at 0:58.

This video is also a needed reminder of a universal law of the sexes:

MEN LEAD, WOMEN FOLLOW.

Thanku.

White Male Pussy Of The Month Shows Advanced Symptoms Of Psychological Projection

Our latest White Male Pussy Of The Month “winner” is Stephan Richter, the race cuck who wrote a Salon article (that’s enough to go on right there).

Emasculated white men love Donald Trump: The real reason a billionaire bozo rules the GOP

“I wrote this while sitting on a zucchini.”

How To Handle A Manipulative Exhibitionist

There is a card that women can play which is not readily available to men. That is the exhibitionism card, and women are capable of playing this hand with manipulative glee.

The Manipulative Exhibitionist (“the ME girl” for short) uses her body and her girlishness to get a rise out of men. She is usually a BPD attention whore with a strong streak of self-love, although every woman of sufficient youth and attractiveness will occasionally indulge in a spate of manipulative exhibitionism — how else will a girl get a man’s attention if she doesn’t advertise her goods at least a little bit? — for various purposes.

Those purposes include, but are not limited to:

Feeling attractive again to men after the end of a long relationship.
Thrill-seeking.
Capturing the interest of an aloof alpha male.
Tormenting beta males or the boyfriends of her girl friends.
Testing her sexual market value after a big weight loss/new hairdo/new clothes.
Passive-aggressive acting out stemming from psychological control freak issues.
Sending a message to her BFFs who are in happy relationships that she still has the power to steal their men.

As you can see, the ME girl’s manipulations can run the spectrum from clumsily benign (heavy-handed flirting with a man she likes) to sadistically malign (cockteaser/social circle saboteur). Most girls are on the less evil end of the ME spectrum, but there are a nontrivial minority of ME girls who are breathtakingly exploitative, and among them the majority are likely sociopaths or even psychopaths. (For proof of the obligate ME girl’s sociopathy, try calling out an ME girl on her antics and get ready for a shit river of obfuscating denial and blame-shifting.)

A girl who is simply showing a little skin or acting girlish in an effort to flirt with you is easily parried. A dab of push-pull will do ya.

GIRL: [showing leg, letting her skirt creep up and watching your reaction] Wow, take a picture it’ll last longer!
DEVIL’S MENTOR: I don’t want a picture of your knobby knees.

But that’s Game 101. What about the ME girls who take it to the next level? How would you handle a girl who, for instance, while tipping her chest to show you the deepest ravine of her cleavage says things like, “Be careful, your girlfriend’s watching”, right in front of your gf/date? Or the girl who jumps in your lap, grinds into you as your friends nervously laugh, and hops off blithely announcing, “uh oh, someone’s getting the wrong idea!” (She will say this even if no part of you got the wrong idea.) Or what about the girl who goes to the bathroom at house parties with the door open, talking to people outside during which you can hear her piss hit the water? Or the girl who, elevating her ME craft to levels of artistry unknown in the pre-modern world, gives you a Basic Instinct glimpse of her underskirt bare pussy, lingers in that position for a w(hole) note beat, then snaps her legs shut and accusatorially asks if you “enjoyed the show”.

The worst of the ME girls are power-tripping narcissists who love inciting sexual arousal in men, but especially in men with whom they have no reciprocal romantic interest. I.e., the classic cocktease, on roids. This is important, because the ME girl’s feeling of control and power over men would be harder to sustain in the presence of a man who likewise aroused her own curiosity.

The Power Tripper ME girl loves the reaction of sex-struck beta males driven to catatonic impotence, but she loves even more the consequent opportunity to put those betas in their places. This is why more than a few Power Trippers are past-peak women in their late 20s and early 30s; she is the woman in dire need of reassurance that she still has the slut stuff to play bumbling betas for marionettes.

Power Trippers will also try to provoke alpha males, but usually only alphas who are spoken for by another woman (typically the PT’s bestie girl friend). This is the darkest soul of PTME girls, the part of them that is nourished by triumphant demonstrations of their slutty allure over “off-limits” alpha men who are hamstrung by their relationships from retaliating in kind (aka pushing the PTME girl to a bedroom finale).

These are the girls you will need to learn how to handle, for your own mental peace as much as for the bang possibilities. If you let an ME girl run roughshod over you, she will be emboldened to worse behavior the next time you two are in the same room together. And, her female form of sadism is boundless, so there’s a real risk she’ll segue her power hungry exhibitionism into blowing up the relationships of her friends.

I’ve found that calling the ME girl’s bluff can backfire if you aren’t prepared to go toe to toe with her during the drawn-out aftermath. If an ME girl gets point-blank called out, she’ll respond with a greater range of theatrics than you thought she possessed. Expect her loudness and mannerisms to intensify, because she has a cultivated insensitivity to the fallout from making a scene in public. There is a danger too that she will act out like a dishonored maiden, signaling to any brave and stupid white knights in the immediate vicinity to rush to her defense.

The better response is to humorously clue her into the fact that you know what she’s up to, without going all the way to angrily indicting her for malfeasant immodesty.

“Jiggling your tits? That’s quaint, like something my grandma would’ve done back in her day. How many men does that work on?”

“Hey, what do you think this place is, a brothel?”

“You’re all class.”

“The burlesque club is down the street.”

“I was about to say ‘show me your tits’ but you beat me to it.”

“You’re gonna have to try harder than that.” (If she plays innocent and asks what you mean by that, summon the spirit of The Trumpening and say, “Your game is weak, you’re a weak game-having girl. Give me a real challenge.”)

If she ups the ante and says something like, “No way, you’re a creepy perv. Your head is in the wrong place”, keep teasing her for her bad acting at playing the innocent naif.

“Whatever, I’m not the one [going commando/leaving the bathroom door open/pretending like my boobs aren’t “””accidentally””” falling out of my shirt].”

Laugh her off, win over the crowd, and the ME girl is humbled. You might not see much of her again after your victory, because she prefers easy marks who won’t know what they’re up against, and untrammeled social pastures where her reputation hasn’t yet caught up to her.

Platonica

We come from the land of the sexless chode,
From the bedroom gloom where the sheets are cold.
The blueness of our balls will drive our ships to incel,
To fap to porn, whining and crying: Platonica, I am coming!
-led zeppelin

The platonic boyfriend. A fate that feels worse than death for the young man with level 99 horny ability.

We here at CH have discussed how to extricate oneself from entrapment in a platonic asexual hell, and how to avoid it when it looms. Now we need to delve into why some men can never seem to escape banishment to Platonica. Why does this anhedonic phenomena happen to some and not others.

Part of the reason stems from a corrupted, arrested development from a slow start in the dating market. A man’s ego will struggle to fully develop if his formative experiences with girls are missteps and rejections. His stunted ego compels him to neediness, and he thereafter interacts with girls from a position of subordination, always appeasing his master in the hopes of winning her acceptance.

This is what makes girls feel like the man from Platonica is their “special” friend. His indifference to maintaining any walls or defenses between himself and women makes them feel way too comfortable in his presence, like he’s their little brother or humble fat girl friend. He is a eunuch cipher, built to sponge up a woman’s emotional effluvium and encouraging it with his nonthreatening asexuality.

This of course makes his situation worse. His openness and kindness remove any feeling of sexual tension, which is needed to spark a romance.  If the sexual tension is missing in the early dating stages, forget it, it’s over Johnny.

The man from Platonica sometimes gets excited when girls take the initiative of calling him first, but this is a bad sign, not the good one he thinks it is. A girl who feels no sexual apprehension or romantic investment won’t be uncomfortable emailing, calling, or texting a “great guy friend” out of the blue.

The way out of Platonica is to never get caught in its gravitational pull. That means not being an open book. Be a little mysterious. Hold something back. Don’t be exceedingly patient with women when they make feints to using you for emotional catharsis. Don’t be afraid to inject percolating, insistent sexuality into every fiber of your being. Basically, force women into your frame.

Life is too short, and pussy isn’t prime forever.

and plan for the game, cuz you figure

you gon’ be older

way longer than you gon’ be younger.
-lil kim

Two Minds

Friend, you ask, “What do women want?” You are confused, and this hobbles your field effectiveness.

Listen closely.

Chick logic is unfathomable when you are in your teens, but now as a man in your twenties you have no excuse!

Challenge.

Chicks dig a challenge. Like men dig a bikini bridge.

It’s a mark of personal growth to occasionally reexamine your beliefs to affirm their validity. Why do chicks dig a challenge? Sociobiology gives us our answer.

Girls want men with power because such men have their pickings in women. These alpha males can have sex with many women and thus have opportunities to have many more children. Consequently, any sons they conceive will be blessed with their fathers’ genetic gifts, and these sons will grow up and, like their charming mofo dads, also have their pickings in girls.

The sexually successful son, in a state of nature, is the reproductively successful son, and his children will spread his mother’s genes as well. The more procreatively prolific the son, the more widely his mother’s genes are distributed across the next generation. Her genes are spread much more widely than if, in her youth, she had instead bedded down with a herbalicious partner who gave her herbalicious sons who played video games while the alphas were banging babes in the school stairwells.

Here’s where the challenge part comes in. A man with power (and this can take many forms. e.g.: money, fame, status, charm, humor, musical talent, looks, physique, jerkboy charisma) knows he has options and never feels desperate to “lock in” any one woman. He calmly moves from babe to babe. It is his assured, unperturbed demeanor which acts as a sexiness signal to girls, and unsurprisingly girls quickly recognize this signal. Their subconscious lizard brain tells them “Hmm, this man is unusually composed around beautiful women. Look at how they try to impress him! He must enjoy the intimate pleasure of their company regularly.” Their conscious brain is saying “OMG, he’s sexy! I want to mount his meat pony!”

Returning to your confusion, the lesson is this: by throwing yourself at girls and bending over backwards to do things for them, you are unconsciously sending the signal that you don’t get many romantic chances with them and you must try-extra-hard  to impress the ones you do manage to get because you are afraid to lose them. You are the opposite of a challenge: you are a concession.

Now we come face to face with paradoxical chick logic.
Why, you may ask, do the movies show women catered to by chivalrous men while the female audience laps it up?
Why do women earnestly profess to like it when men open doors for them?
Why? why? why?, when I just got through telling you these actions will get you tossed in the buddy bin?

It’s easy to see how so many men get confused by the mixed signals between the cultural messages and their own dating reality.

Here, my friend, your answer is found. The clouds part! The fog lifts!
It is in a woman’s genetic interest to confuse men.
Unbeknownst to themselves, the inherent contradiction between women’s primal feelings and their publicly declared desires is actually a SCREEN to separate the wheat from the chafe. Think about it. If it were easy for men to spoof alpha male characteristics, many many more girls would be easy lays. But evolution has designed these female screens, or TESTS, to ensure that the men they fall hard for are AUTHENTIC alpha males.

An authentic alpha male — natural born or self-made — is never confused by the split personality of a woman. He knows the score (from inborn intuition or learned through experience), and when women know that he knows the score, they get WET AND BOTHERED. Like The Trumpening, the authentic alpha male PLOWS THROUGH these screens and tests and OWNS THE FRAME.

The beta male, poor sap, listens to women and gives them what they claim to want. He opens doors, compliments their beauty, keeps his hands to himself, sympathizes with their problems, and “takes it slow”. And that is why he fails.

This is why chick logic is so whack. Women really are of TWO MINDS.
And they can’t help it. It’s hardwired. They are completely unaware of their own internal contradictions.
Friend, now that you have this knowledge, use it.
Fulfill your destiny.
Go forth and…
spread the seed.

Comment Of The Week: The Girl Friend Experience

COTW winner Anonymous succinctly explains why there is a perception that women are treating beta males with more contempt than ever before.

Girls are cruelest to other girls. So as betas get more feminized…

Women are as revolted by effeminate, weak men as men are by morbidly obese women.

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COTW second place ribbon goes to Phall, resurrecting a favorite CH comment meme.

black men are attracted to women who resemble the great resource-aggregating herbivores of the sub-saharan desert: the elephant, rhinoceros, cape buffalo, and hippopotamus. black men want their women to resemble these creatures in size, shape, color, and texture (it is important to not forget ‘texture’).

these apex herbivores survive droughts in the african wild, affording them high survival rates. fat black women are also unlikely to starve, and while this may seem a moot point if they live in america, it does not change the genetic preferences of their black male suitors. white women can mimic the size and the shape, but never the color or texture.

creatures smaller than these massive behemoths find survival to be fleeting in the harsh climates of africa. to perpetuate their species, they breed rapidly in large numbers (gazelles, wildebeasts, jackrabbits, hyenas, etc). breeding across a large expanse of territory is a useful strategy for preservation and propagation, genetically-speaking.

black men also inherited this disposition to breed with many women. monogamy is just not a smart choice to ensure that your genes are passed on. in statistics, this is called r-selection (rather than K-selection).

heck, blacks like over-breeding so much that some even try to pass along their genes by mating with simians! (this introduced AIDS to the world)

Don’t forget the texture.