Game Recognized: Nuking The Hamster From Orbit

Girls fishing for compliments is some of the stinkiest beta bait a man will encounter. Women will fish for flattery (FFF), usually by assuming a phony pose of insecurity, to assuage their egos and to filter out the betas who eagerly comply with reassurances to the contrary.

CH has discussed various tactics for dealing with coquettish self-effacing girls who try to manipulate you for ego thrills. The gist of it is studied indifference to her mewling, leavened with wry humor. In fact, female manipulation of this sort provides ample opportunity for players to exercise their game acumen. Girls will appreciate the man who metamorphoses their faux female vulnerability into a platform for teases and sexy taunts.

A great example of a man nuking the FFF hamster from orbit is this chat exchange:

“this was not about the cars”

No, it was not. It was about getting her recommended daily allowance of SMV-affirming feels. And let it be known that the RDA of SMV-affirming female feels is infinity+1.

The dude played it pitch perfect. If he had wanted to, he could have segued into a serious charge at her sugar walls. She is in the chaser role, and that makes her seduction a hell of a lot easier. The typical beta male would’ve replied, “nooo, you guys are really pretty!”, and in return he’d have received exactly zero percolating interest for making the mistake of taking a woman at face value.

NOTE: Aging beauties will sometimes drop an FFF bomb out of a sincere desire to be reassured they are still sexy enough for you. If that’s the case (but why are you bothering with cougars?), then a tempered affirmation may be in order. But don’t go overboard. Even women shedding SMV points by the day are still women at heart, and will go to their matronly years nurturing an eternal flame, however dimmed by time and bitter experience, for the charming alpha male.

The Great Men On Bored Wives

Commenter Otsuka Duojinshi highlights another great H. L. Mencken quote, this time on the topic of the romantic isolation of the wives wedded to boring beta male providers.

HLM identified a wife’s contempt for the beta/omega precisely:

A woman, if she hates her husband (and many of them do), can make life so sour and obnoxious to him that even death upon the gallows seems sweet by comparison. This hatred, of course, is often, and perhaps almost invariably, quite justified.

To be the wife of an ordinary man, indeed, is an experience that must be very hard to bear. The hollowness and vanity of the fellow, his petty meanness and stupidity, his puling sentimentality and credulity, his bombastic air of a cock on a dunghill, his anaesthesia to all whispers and summonings of the spirit, above all, his loathsome clumsiness in amour—all these things must revolt any woman above the lowest.

HLM, if he were alive today, would wholly cosign Game as a legitimate pursuit for men, because he would understand that improving one’s sexual charisma does a marriage good. Here’s the Wiki on HLM. A lot of notable quotables by the great man!

The Parable Of The Tiger And The Strawberry

Commenter Rick250 uses a parable to illuminate the aesthetic and practical appeal of the Heartistian ideology of poolsideism.

Theres a certain zen aspect to poolside…

Pursued by a tiger, you scramble off the edge of a 60′ cliff managing to find a couple of vines to hold you from falling. Looking down, you see another tiger hungrily waiting below.
You notice that the vines you hold are slowly being uprooted. Its only a matter of time before you fall, though, you have done, and are doing, everything in your power to find a way out of this.
Beside you, you notice a ripe wild strawberry growing within reach. You pick it and temporarily slip away into a blissful state, thinking it to be as ripe and perfect as a strawberry could taste.

Characters in this parable:

You: A redpill alpha male
Tiger 1: Western society and its decay
Tiger 2: The Hivemind
The strawberry: A beautiful, feminine, sweet woman

The machete you forgot is tied to your back: Teachings, as found here at the Chateau

There is a fatalist inevitability inherent to the poolside philosophy, though in practice one can be poolside as a bright future crests or as a dark age descends.

“But what about your posterity?!”, exclaim the anti-poolside-ists. “Don’t you want to leave them with a chance to live in a civilized homeland?”

I get the impulse. But, thinking about it, when poolside time is up, there’s no wistful looking back at descendants frolicking in the limpid waters you left behind. You are obliterated, you and all your memories, your senses and hopes, to the infinite nothingness. The fortunes of your heirs will only matter to you when you’re alive, and at death the comfort derived from safeguarding your posterity will vanish just as completely as your poolside time.

I suppose it’s a lucky thing for the propagation of civilized humanity that few people think so logically about their mortality. How could this grandest of self-deceptions evolve? It makes one wonder if, perhaps, there is a hidden hand shaping the spirit of man.

The Great Men On Ugly Feminists

This post is part of a series quoting history’s great men on various topics of interest to Chateau readers. (See previous entries here and here.)

Today’s Great Man quote comes from H. L. Mencken, demonstrating amazing prescience for the evolution of society into a wasteland of ugly feminists yammering incessantly about rape-culture culture.

The woman who is not pursued sets up the doctrine that pursuit is offensive to her sex, and wants to make it a felony. No genuinely attractive woman has any such desire. ― H.L. Mencken, In Defense Of Women

Burn status: crisp! “The woman who is not pursued” = ugly feminist. This is what it comes down to: Ugly women loathing male desire, resenting their exclusion from the sexual market (and that exclusion is much more painful for women, because in the whole women have an easier time getting laid than do men), and making absurd demands to rearrange society so that their romantic rejection is less obvious to others. Misery loves company.

Bonus Mencken:

A Man forbids his wife to drink too much because, deep in his secret archives, he has records of the behavior of other women who drank too much, and is eager to safeguard his wife’s self-respect, and his own dignity, against what he knows to be certain invasion. In brief, it is a commonplace of observation, familiar to all males beyond the age of twenty-one, that once a woman is drunk the rest is a mere matter of time and place: the girl is already there. ― H.L. Mencken, Prejudices

Women who don’t want to be pumped and dumped have a responsibility to stay off the hooch. If they won’t accept that responsibility, then men will have to make their decisions for them. Unrock the vote!

Of course, despite the deluge of feminist idiocy (and the warnings from the Great Men), feminists continue to win social and political battles. UVA, doubtlessly run and operated by a small army of man-haters, responded to the rape hoax on its campus by… punishing the lying women? Defunding feminist circle diddles? No, by instituting new rules and restrictions for the fraternities that were unfairly accused of fueling a crazy woman’s fantasies.

Oh well, the Chateau will remain a respite from the apocalyptic insanity.

The Real Meaning Of ‘Privilege’

Canadian Friend excerpts Thomas Sowell on the subject of ‘privilege’ (which as it’s used today by leftoids translates in full to ‘white privilege’).

Related, something Thomas Sowell said recently,

Our schools and colleges are laying a guilt trip on those young people whose parents are productive, and who are raising them to become productive. What is amazing is how easily this has been done, largely just by replacing the word “achievement” with the word “privilege.”

The Hivemind incantation of “privilege” is best viewed as a tacit admission by bitter losers that genes and heritage matter, as does self-discipline, and that they resent having been saddled with the polluted bloodlines of degenerates.

Or, if they are members of the white elite, ‘privilege’ becomes a cheat code to implicate the majority of whites who aren’t privileged (in the practical sense of the word) in a conspiracy of unfair advantage, which the elite hope will distract from their 1%er inherited advantage.

The Awakening

From a billboard near Birmingham, Alabama:

COPROP.

If this billboard is real* (I have no evidence to doubt its authenticity), then we are witnessing the beginning of the end of malignant anti-white universalist liberalism. Hope and change, baby.

Nerds talk about an AI singularity, but they are mistaken. The real singularity will be when The Awakening and It’s Happening collide to usher an era of truth, beauty, and realtalk, leaving behind the Dark Age of White Male Pussydom.

As I predicted, the freethinker revolution appears to be stirring first in the South, and this time around victory will not go to the Yankees. There will be no united America that survives the second homegrown clash. There will be either annihilation total of the old guard, or there will be division and separation.

In the coming battles, remember the true enemy. It’s the white elite that labors continuously to rend the race, rend the nation, and rend the family. Their defeat is required.

*If the billboard isn’t real, don’t worry. Rest assured, billboards like it are coming. The Hivemind can feel the walls closing in on them. Hence, the recent tone of hysteria that tinges Hivemind indoctrination feeds.

UPDATE

According to sources, the billboard is real. And there was another, similar billboard spotted in the region.

What an exciting time to be alive, witnessing the birth of a new nation!

Beta Male Tells: The Baby Monkey Grasp

We are familiar with the hoverhand, a classic tell of beta maleness. (The hoverhand’s opposite is the hineyhand.) Introducing another beta male tell: The baby monkey grasp.

Mr. Bang Tow Jam is hanging on for dear life. She might slip away any moment.

I hope I don’t need to explain why fingertip clutching at various body parts on your girlfriend that aren’t her hands, tits or ass is horribly beta. You look like a circus elephant following mama around. The impression this leaves is one of fearing that your girl will bolt as soon as your grip slips loose. Which she probably will do, and by rights should do.

Note: I have seen plenty of white men mimic the baby monkey grasp too, and it’s always nauseating to behold. Barring exceptional circumstances, mate guarding is inherently beta, and all the more so when the mate guarder’s technique is so oleaginous.

The best remedy is to stop grasping; your beloved will respect you a lot more if you have the self-confidence to sit in the row ahead of her without reminding her of your viking warrior presence by latching onto her toes. Don’t worry, she won’t suck some guy’s cock when you’re not holding her foot, but she may suck some guy’s cock later when her foot is finally free of your clammy pincers.