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The Debased Beta

Spot the debased beta. This won’t be a difficult test. Regular beta males aren’t always immediately discernible, but debased betas stick out like a White person in Germany.

Our case study today is John Scalzi, a quisling male emblematic of so much that has gone haywire with White American men (and their beards).

Exhibit A: This is Scalzi’s Christmas card. He signed off on it. He approved of it. This is how he wants the world to see him.

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Is this the Self-Shiv of the Week? I see two brutish women and one screeching little girl. Merry sexual inversion, everyone!

Nature abhors a T vacuum, and Scalzi, having surrendered his T to the devil for the nice life in a 98% White town, guarantees that his defensive back megawife and daughter take up the T slack. And so here they are, wife and daughter doing a man’s job and smirking like a cocky self-assured chad respectively, while the nominal male (scalzied) clasps his hands together and shrieks with delight off to the sidelines as the real men get to work.

Exhibit B: Scalzi in love

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Here Scalzi is in the submissive position, an obvious inferior looking up to his wifely better (who hulks over him and honestly looks like she’s thinking about jamming that silver strap-on all the way up to his ovaries). Scalzi’s open-mouthed gape ever-so-subtly hints at a cloying adoration, and he strokes his deluxe buttplug with anticipatory sensuality. You will notice similar poses in almost all of John Scalzi’s photos with his wife.

A Twatterer, @zeroingclicks, twats,

When the wife has amused mastery on her face, the husband is fucked.

Scalzi’s wife does have that alpha male amused mastery look that says “Oh John, you’re such a naughty mangina. I can’t take you anywhere. There’ll be a spanking waiting for you later tonight.”

John: “Screeeee!”

@TheHardRight adds,

She looks about ready to regurgitate into his beak.

lmao

Exhibit C: Scalzi smooches

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Kissing upward and nuzzling his doughy face into hard manjawline, eyes closed as his hunky lady peers into the middle distance looking burdened with the weight of the world (or for an escape from her husband’s octopus lips), Scalzi eagerly inverts the sexual polarity, taking on the role of the woman in his marriage, ceding all the T to his wife. Sad! Scalzi is like a pulp romance cover negative.

Exhibit D: Serious Scalzi

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Scalzi tries to look serious (ie like a normal man), but is still out-mugged by his wife, who looks more serious, and tougher, than him. Who’s really sporting the D here? Notice again how Scalzi leans into his woman (a tell-tale beta posture), afraid he’ll get cut out of the picture or that another man with functioning gonads is waiting nearby to swoop his wife should Scalzi neglect to occupy her personal space for a hot second.

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The debased beta is a creature of the modern dystopian West. His kind was vanishingly rare before THEE CURRENT EPOCH, because any males in such craven, open revolt against their masculinity were bullied into social seclusion and ignored by women with anything on the ball. (Or they successfully transmogrified their effeminacy into a strength by becoming the charming dandy lover to loveless housewives.) But now they effloresce all across America’s fruitcup plains, glorified by the media, championed by disingenuous feminists, and medicated into an epicene stupor by Femme Pharma, corn, and porn.

Debased betaness is a bastardized form of the handicap principle. Self-deprecation is part of the seducer’s skill set that can be occasionally indulged to one’s benefit, *IF* one can afford to do so. But the abject and egregious and endless self-deprecation by which debased betas practically define themselves is a different beast entirely. It’s not a counter-signal of high male SMV, but rather a direct signal of the beta’s low sexual worth.

One wonders why debased betas (DBs) allow themselves to sink so low on the masculinity scale, and to flaunt their plushboy androgyny publicly to the cheers of fellow freaks and the jeers of the sexually dimorphic. Is the DB simply a virtue whore for the femkunt kollective, or is there a deeper psychological motivation explaining his self-inflicted emasculation?

Virtue signaling is definitely part of the equation, but only insofar as the DB believes his posturing for sexless equalism will land him some choice bluehair porkpussy (or clicks on his Amazon book link).

The handicap principle I mentioned above is a factor, but only applies to betas who don’t routinely and excessively neuter themselves, thus retaining some of the tactical value of the counter-signal. Scalzi is not one of these betas; his self-abasement is thorough, habitual, and nauseatingly ostentatious.

Another facet of the DB personality is the love for wallowing in powerlessness, reveling in weakness. This self-abnegating stance harkens the sacrifices of hermit monks or early Christian proselytizers, but the real impetus for it is the classic fear of success psychology. A lot of emasculated betaboys in Scalzi’s position don’t want to act more manly because they secretly fear improved manhood will lead them to abandon their fat wives. Affecting an air of servitude and prostration and doofusness reinforces the comfort bubble that debased betas prefer to ensconce themselves within, precluding any possibility of betterment and temptation to vice.

Some of the beta male proactive self-abasement, of course, is a loyalty signal to an unattractive wife from a husband with higher occupational or social status. I don’t think this is pertinent in Scalzi’s case, because apparently his wife is a writer like himself and by most accounts better at it, but it bears mentioning.

Finally, I come to what I consider the Prime Motivation of the debased beta…a motivation that has its source in the directives placed upon humanity by the God of Biomechanics.

Ego assuaging.

One will very often notice that debased betas bend the knee and present their balls in a jar to surprisingly unattractive girlfriends and wives; one would think that such beta male prostration makes more sense as a supine gesture to a much better-looking lover. But the reality is usually the opposite, and the reason has to do with the fragile state of the debased beta’s ego — he knows he is hitched to a low value woman, so to guard his ego against spiraling despondency he will feign the behaviors of a man of much lower SMV who is lucky to have such a woman as his. Scalzi’s self-emasculation is best viewed as a form of ego stroking; a faggoty shriek to the world that he is happy to assume second class status in his marriage because his wife is a prize worth adoring and elevating to great heights.

John Scalzi deserves this post’s hate because he’s a vector of a mind disease; he advocates by his actions and male feminist moralizing a demasculinization of American White men. Vivisecting him and displaying the entrails to the crowd is an important public service for any marginal males who may entertain thoughts of taking up the Scalzi banner….weakly, which they must quickly hand over to their daughters who can bench press more than they can.

Reminder that this is the Scalzi who bleeds under the CH shiv:

*screams forever* This is a little girl’s tantrum pouring forth from a grown man’s piehole. Did he stamp his wee feet while tweeting this? I could carve a better man out of a Barbie doll.

Reading Scalzi is like bathing in a vat of menstrual blood and having pure estrogen injected straight into the scrotum. One must exit Scalzi’s world through a decontamination chamber of red meat and range shooting. His sickness can’t be allowed to spread to vulnerable men. His dildology worldview is a disfigured anti-reality that will yield like buttery goodness to the shiv every time, because nothing substantial underlies it. And the Chateau will flay him, over and over, until his ugliness of mind and spirit perishes from the earth.

Someday A Real Talk Will Come

someday a realtalk rain will come and wash away all the deceit and degenerates from the public sphere.

It has come.

Reader Mutant Seven explains,

In her rebuke to Streep, I noticed that [Kellyanne] Conway cited the race of the four scum in the torture video. As the subject (or really the pretext) of her comments was “concern for the disabled” and Streep’s hypocrisy, the race of the criminals would previously have gone unmentioned. In fact in all likelihood, an experienced media figure like Conway would have deliberately self-suppressed that point, fearing immediate lib-borg backlash. But not this time. Not anymore. The fear is waning and the bravery to speak the truth growing. In the future this trait could become a clear litmus test for anyone who appoints himself as one of our countless “event interpreters”: do they have the courage to say what we all see clearly in front of our face? Or do they sputter and waffle and shy away and equivocate? Conway took her stand in that clip. You can see it in her deliberation. And there was more honesty in Vaughn’s visceral stare than in all the newspaper op/eds of the last 50 years.

I suspect you have had more influence in inspiring people to real talk than anyone will ever know.

I like to think so, because The Preen is my prime directive.

Anyhow, M7 is right that this small anecdote is very telling of a much larger culture shift in what is deemed acceptable discourse and not censored or shouted down as crimethink. Conway is a shitbird, to be sure, but she didn’t have to mention the race of the Chicago Four to get her point across; she did it because she thought it was important to release that information to the listening audience, assaulting the cotton-stuffed ears of shitlibs and cucks alike.

This is great news, because it means the leftoid legacy media is put on notice that, now and in future, their lies and dissimulation and suppression won’t enjoy protection from exposure by cowed controlled opposition. The cowardice is in retreat, and that makes all the difference. Viva Trumperica!

A White Hot Fire Rises

There are signs of volcanic life surfacing in long dormant White America. A White hot fire rises. Recently, I saw once such sign, a very small sign, but magnificently portentous because it was an act of pro-White rebellion committed deep in the heart of a decadent anti-White shitlibopolis; the nature of the act was one that I had not encountered before in the wilds of any SWPLville.

A handful of posters promoting an anti-Trump protest march were taped to traffic light poles and other utility boxes near an outdoor cafe. As I watched with growing interest, five corn-fed and bearded White men wearing working class clothes and ear-to-ear shitlib-eating grins strode purposefully from one poster to the next, tearing them down and (respectfully) walking to a nearby garbage can to throw them out. As they performed their valuable public service, an effete, stoop-shouldered white manlet snarled at them from across the street. Even at twenty paces I could see the manlet’s curled lip quivering with menopausal rage.

The Fantastic Five noticed him too and, gathering together in a V-formation of happy force, triumphantly strutted across the street toward the iconic white liberal, whereupon they rudely impaled his personal space to remove the last anti-Trump poster that happened to be on the traffic pole situated at that corner right where he was standing and fuming. One of the Five swung in front of the manlet and made a dramatic show of crumpling the poster and tossing it into the garbage for a sweet three-point conversion.

The funniest outtake from this scene was the manlet’s utter enfeeblement in the face of an impudent provocation from his mortal enemies. Snarling from a distance, he was left speechless and catatonic when the Five entered his comfort zone; his inability to act on his suppressed rage a reminder of his low-T futility. I loved witnessing his libsnarl give way in slo-mo glory to a chin-tucked, downcast-eyed, beta male turtling once he realized the Five were heading his way to commit what he must have fantasized was unimaginable horrors against his nonblack body.

Nothing physical happened, this time, but something much worse occurred: the ouster of the shitlib from his position of power in the public space he considered his own, and his abject humiliation in the face of real resistance.

There’s fight left in White men. The time is coming, very soon now, when the paper tigress of shitliberalism is exposed on the vivisecting table, and unapologetic shitlords stream out of their bunkers armed to the teeth with the liberating knowledge that the passive-aggressive snarl is all their enemies bring to battle, and behind that snarl there’s nothing but cowardly submission.

Speaking of a White fire rising:

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A rare breed, two Pedowood shitlords, react to post-Wall harridan Meryl Streep’s anti-Trump self-aggrandizing harangue on stage. Look at the fire in Vince Vaughn’s and Mel Gibson’s eyes. These are men asking themselves, and the world, “Who bitch this is?”. They forge in the furnace of their unalloyed disgust a quiet and seething intolerance for the enemies of White men; a vengeance devised to settle the ultimate score — recapture of their homeland from degenerates within — percolates in their blood and radiates from their irises.

Look at those eyes brimming with righteous hatred closely, and multiply that look by millions, because that’s how many White men of the West feel the same way. And their numbers grow daily. White men are awakening to their planned and active dispossession by malevolent forces corrupting the creation of their ancestors. They see Meryl StreepThroat as another in a long line of preachy hypocritical reprobates shitting on their race and culture and values for fun and profit and the adulation of the elite bubble crowd. This rapidly coalescing army of normal White men and the White women who have not yet abandoned them for the wigger low life knows that attacks on Trump are proxy attacks on Whites. They know, too, that Meryl Creep gave a standing ovation for child-rapist Roman Polanski, and wonder who is she to lecture White Trump-supporters about decency?

Meryl HeatStreep, in the act of mendaciously regurgitating a media-generated fake news story about Trump mocking a disabled reporter, says “Disrespect invites disrespect”. White men of the West say to her, “Your cretinous ilk have been disrespecting core White America for generations. You just don’t like that now there’s return fire.”

And this time, anti-White shitlibs, the war won’t be fought with rhetorical BB shooters. The cucks are chastened, the silos opened, and the shiv-tipped nukes ready for launch.

A brief CBS News radio report covering the Chicago Four black-on-White hate crime was falsely contextualized to leave the misleading impression that the kidnapping and torture victim was black and his attackers were White Trump supporters (literally the exact opposite of the truth).

The viral video of a beating and knife attack in Chicago suggests the assault had racial overtones. CBS’s Dean Reynolds tells us the victim is described as a mentally-challenged teenager.

In the video he is choked and repeatedly called the n-word. His clothes are slashed and he is terrorized with a knife. His alleged captors repeatedly reference Donald Trump. Police are holding four people in connection with the attack. [Emphasis added]

The full report does finally get around to revealing the relevant details of the crime, but short attention span and low information listeners (most of CBS News’ demo) will tune in to hear the encapsulation and buy into CBS’s blatant anti-White agitprop.

Hopefully, soon, enough )))normies((( will wake up to the bone-deep hatred the media has for them and theirs, and when (not if) the insurrection arrives these media propaganda mills will be first on the target list.

Distinguished Gentleman Game

Let’s say you’re a distinguished gentleman. You’ve reached middle life with a string of accomplishments to your name buttressing an unshakeable self-confidence. You handle your social affairs with a relaxed poise. That crucial ZFG attitude comes to you naturally now, a product of experience and genuine unconcern for the opinions of others on the subject of your worth as a man. How would your relations with women change? A reader writes,

There is a guy on FB who is in his 50s.  He’s in a punk band from back in the day, so he has fans and groupies.  He has a cute but not beautiful girlfriend with a nice body maybe half his age.  He refers to her as “my current girlfriend” or “the current girlfriend.”  He does it offhandedly like it is totally normal.  Nice.

“The current girlfriend”. That’s a fine dread neg right there. Women love a man who challenges their complacency and impels them to battle day and night, year upon year, to earn his devotion.

The answer to the question “How would a distinguished gentleman’s Game change?” is this: It wouldn’t. Game is applied charisma, and male charisma never goes out of style.

Black predisposition to violent criminality well above the rates for other races receives all the focus as evidence of innate racial differences and incompatibility with White culture, but crime rate is only one of the myriad ways — albeit a very sensationalist way — in which the black and white races fundamentally differ.

Culturally, mentally, morally, behaviorally, and temperamentally, the group characteristics of blacks are different than those of Whites. The exceptions to these race-based generalities are uncommon enough to compel people to take special notice of them.

One non-crime related difference springs to mind: Blacks are more demanding than Whites. This black personality quirk expresses itself unmistakably when a black person wants information from a White person. The black will rarely say “Excuse me” before politely asking a question, preferring instead the grill-to-grill direct approach: a loud and abrupt assault, often taken from an angle that maximizes the element of surprise, on the personal ear-space of the White, demanding this or that service rendered. Examples of the genre: “YO YOU GOT THE TIME?”, “WHICH BUS THIS IS?”, “FIVE DOLLAR FOR A HAMBURGER. NO? ALRIGHT THEN, PEACE TO YOU”, “YOU GOT A QUARTER FOR THE METER?”, “WHERE THE BATHROOM AT?”, “GOT A PHONE ON YA? MINE’S BUSTED. I GOTTA CALL SOMEBODY.” (like I’m gonna hand my phone over to a ghetto fabulous rando on the street).

Compared to their love of murder, this specialty of blacks is small potatoes, but the little, annoying, black ways of doing things add up to make their Section 8s and District 9s unlivable shitholes for even White libs who profess a love of Diversity and speaking in a steady stream of euphemisms.

And blacks aren’t the only players in town. All the nonWhite races differ in multitudinous ways from Whites; some of these differences are amusing, some are aggravating, and some are downright menacing. Which is why John Derbyshire was correct when he wrote that Diversity should be a seasoning, never the stew.

The Chicago Four

This week in Chicagoland, four Feral-Americans — two males and two females — kidnapped and tortured, live on film uploaded to Facebook, a mentally disabled White 18 year old man, cackling gleefully as they had him drink toilet water, nearly scalped him, and made him recite “Fuck Trump” and “Fuck White people”. The kidnapping and torture dragged on for nearly two days. One of the HBzeroes, Brittany Herring, narrated the torture-fest. It’s as chimptastic as you’d surmise.

The “mainstream” (not for long) media reacted with their predictably unbiased and swift coverage that they bring to any violent crime in which the perps are black and the victim White: they reported nothing when they weren’t actively censoring news about the incident at their social media monopolies.

That is, they stuffed the story until their crabbed hands were forced to report on it from the pressure applied by a small army of alt-right shitlords mass spamming and shivving the freethought channels with the unvarnished truth.

What can be said about the leftoid media’s reaction to this depraved anti-White hate crime that hasn’t been said the million other times the media blackwashed and memory-holed similar crimes because those stories violated the Stop Noticing Narrative? So far, the media and government reaction has been:

YouTube scrubbed the video.
NPR refused to identify the races involved.
CNN ignored it (until late today), and finally confronted the story with a bunch of shitlib talking heads fretting over ten heavily-edited seconds of a thirty minute video.
The Chicago police chief jupmed ahead of the message machine and said it wasn’t a hate crime, and “kids do bad stuff sometimes”. (Would he say the same thing about Dylann Roof?.)

Although President-elect Donald Trump was mentioned, Chicago Police do not believe the crime was politically motivated.

“I think some of it is just stupidity, people just ranting about something that they think might make a headline. I don’t think that at this point we have anything concrete to really point us in that direction, but we’ll keep investigating and we’ll let the facts guide us on how this concludes,” Supt. Johnson said.

The Gay Mulatto, NATURALLY, has said nothing. (Trump hasn’t either, afaik, but in his position, that’s a wise move. Let your enemies hang themselves with their own rope.)

Miraculously (possibly because they are sensing a shift in the winds that could mean their DOTR is closer than they think), the NewYorkBetaTimes actually used the words “anti-white” in their coverage of the kidnapping.

Porter had the best take on the craven and by now banal media handling of the story:

If the Chicago kidnapping races were reversed, about seven Hollywood films would currently be in pre-production.

Here’s the video, if you can stand watching it. (Check here if YouTube censored this copy (they’ve been busy)).

The reason white shitlibs excuse or sugarcoat the depraved violence of blacks is because they don’t really believe blacks have moral agency. And frankly, they’re right. The races don’t share equal reserves of empathy, and blacks by their astounding level of dysfunction prove over and over that their moral compass doesn’t quite point as true north as that of Whites’. The issue with shitlibs is their rank hypocrisy and bad faith; instead of facing the reality of race differences, they choose instead to heap lies, libel, and calumny on other Whites for, apparently, the sin of insufficiently ignoring stunted black morality and for pilfering blacks of their moral agency through the alchemical magic of White privilege and racism.

Lawrence Auster (RIP) once astutely noted that blacks are a sacred object to white shitlibs, whose religion is anti-White Equalism (don’t bother squaring that circle). And the one thing you don’t do to a true believer is desecrate their sacred objects, or even just reveal them to be mere vessels of fallen man. White shitlibs are undergoing a heretical threat to their religion like none they’ve experienced before; and you know from history that when a zealot is cornered and disillusioned, and his icons thrown to the ground, he will lash out in rage and demand the heads of the infidels.

But soon, the infidels will outnumber the Equalist zealots, and their grand vision will be crushed and blown away, in the end disappearing without a trace, as gossamer and insubstantial as the ideas and beliefs which founded their crooked worldview.

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