How To Handle The Femmedia (RooshV Edition)

Halfway through this Carlos Slim Times article about the manosphere sounding the alarm about generationally trending low sperm counts in Western men, I spit out my bulletproof coffee when I read Roosh quoted saying this:

Daryush Valizadeh, who runs The Return of Kings, a men’s rights site, called the situation “a biological crisis” and one that women struggle to understand.

“Tell your editor to stop being an idiot and reassign the article to a man,” he wrote in a direct message on Twitter. “Then get in touch with me.”

That’s almost as good as “lol suk a dik”. If you’re gonna talk to the feministized corporate media, this is how you do it. Disparagingly, mockingly, condescendingly. Make these whorenalists the story. They deserve nothing less.

As if to punctuate the point of this post, Nellie Bowles (the NYBTimes typist) included a false claim in her story that the soy=>estrogen connection was debunked. It wasn’t. She is peddling Fake News.

The Battlecunt In The Wild: Kaitlan Collins, CNN Propagandist

A battlecunt locked jaws with Trump, The Destroyer Of Battlecunts, and one winner emerged (it wasn’t the cunt).

[Kaitlan] Collins was informed by the White House she was being blocked because they didn’t like her shouted questions to President Donald Trump at the pool spray earlier.

You’re already picturing the lantern jaw, beady eyes, thin lips, broad shoulders, thick neck, demonically arched eyebrows, slut bangles, perpetual smirk, sinewy marathon-carved vascularity, impudently jutting clavicles, and thousand cock stare indicative of the low estrogen and/or high testosterone of the clitdicked, status striving, careerist shrike, aka battlecunt. You’d be right!

This shrieking cunt is emblematic of the decrepit state of Current Year Whorenalism. She shouted “questions” — read: she shouted Fake News CNN propaganda soundbites about the Russia Hoax story at President Trump — and for her efforts for #ThePersistence was summarily banned from sacred MAGA grounds.

FoxNews, cucked out of its mind (and probably sensing that a sanguine precedent was being set), retorted:

Fox News President Jay Wallace has put out a statement expressing support for CNN after the White House barred reporter Kaitlan Collins from the Trump Rose Garden event this afternoon.

We stand in strong solidarity with CNN for the right to full access for our journalists as part of a free and unfettered press.

Yeah, there are a couple problems with your premises, GayJay. One, CNN propagandists aren’t journalists. They utterly discredited themselves the past few years. They are now the equivalent of psychotic homeless bums muttering incoherently, and Trump decided he’d had enough of psychotic homeless bums at his press conferences. Would you allow a psychotic homeless bum into your home to pisstalk all your guests?

Two, CNN isn’t press. They’re an agitprop arm of the Deep Democrat State Party. Their job is to, in this order:

1. lie about Trump
2. omit favorable news about Trump
3. help conceal the perfidy of Democrats
4. craft message discipline for Democrats
5. ruin Gentile White nations
6. whore out their female reporters to secret police apparatchiks for a juicy leak

GayJay Wallace of FuckedNews is right about one thing, which I’m sure he feels in his bones: a future Idiocracy Socialist Presidente Ocasio-Dumbfuckez may decide to ban PhagNews reporters from her pool party spray. Wallace still thinks about quaint notions like precedent. What he doesn’t realize is that everything’s changed, and there’s no going back to the Queensbury Rules of engagement between press-President-people, when America was 90% White (and single White women weren’t feral beasts agitating for the invasion of sexual market scabs).

The nation is soon to be majority nonWhite; the browning and blacking of America means that informal rules of civilized conduct are a thing of the White past, to be followed by the jettisoning of formal rules. You can’t teach a pig to use the silverware. We are irrevocably hurtling toward a future in which the relationship between any Republican (or insufficiently anti-White) President and the press is one of constant antagonism, libel, lies, and manipulation of consensus. Bias will be endemic, even required in the job description; there won’t be such a thing as an impartial journalist. Republican Presidents will ban Democrat reporters, Democrat Presidents will ban GOP reporters. (The banning will naturally be far more extensive with a Republican President because the Chaimstream Media universe is 90%+ left-wing.)

The battlecunt as personified by Kaitlan Collins is a snarling canary in a coal-burning mine, portending a schism of American society into two sides at each others’ throats like they haven’t been since the First Civil War. Genteel cucks like Jay Wallace would be fighting a lost cause, if they were actually fighting. Instead, they’re clinging to their old codes of conduct like a lifeline, hoping that the other side will locate within themselves an iota of generosity and meet them halfway.

They won’t.

So we fight.

And we toss the rules when the rules are used as a straitjacket to render us powerless.

PS How will I know if WordPress converges with Surveillance State agencies like NSA or CIA? That info would be good to have, because when (not if) it happens, the Final Logoff commences. It’s already happening to Facecock.

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From Steve Canyon,

How does someone go from a freelance writer/blogger to entertainment reporter to White House correspondent?

If your name doesn’t end in -stein, the answer is on your knees or on your back.

COTW material. Collins looks like a fuck machine that you don’t drop a penny on for the pleasure of mouthbanging the smirk off her face.

The Battlecunt

As our Modren Wahmen lose E and gain T, they become increasingly and routinely combative, as if they’re biologically turning into men, rather than just aping men because they mistakenly think this makes them attractive.

I’ve seen the changes in the field: women don’t play coy as much as they draw swords. Shy flirting (a lost art among women imo) has been replaced by bellicosity. Chicks come snorting out of the gates, stomping all over newborn flirtations, unloading batteries of YASS BITCH QUEEN interrogations, snark, and leading questions.

I’ve had to adjust, as I assume most men have, and this may explain why men of more sensitive constitutions have preferred to drop out altogether. The turtling soyboy can’t adapt his vestigial Game to meet the challenges of today’s ballcutter; his only options become dropping out or merging with the eunuchracy and hoping that his new master — the battlecunt — generously offers a crumb of clitty litter to her supplicating lackey.

A recent example from personal experience: A girl I chatted up almost immediately asked me whom I voted for in 2016 (she could probably smell the musky MAGA on me).

NINTH CIRCUIT SLAYER: that’s personal.

GIRL: not really.

NINTH CIRCUIT SLAYER: way really. since you brought it up, you look like a Rod-ham voter.

GIRL: what’s that supposed to mean?

NINTH CIRCUIT SLAYER: it means what it means.

GIRL: still not getting it.

It was then I realized she didn’t know that Rodham was thecunt’s maidencunt name.

NINTH CIRCUIT SLAYER: hillary clinton. surprise me, and tell me you’re not with her.

GIRL: *sensing the trap* maybe I voted for Bernie.

NINTH CIRCUIT SLAYER: nope. you don’t have a Bernie face.

Physiognomy talk is chicknip. A sly allusion to your meaning is all that’s required to fluff up her hamster.

GIRL: oh yeah? *leaning in* what kind of face is a Bernie face?

I was in my groove with that quimquisitive opening, readying a fusillade of cold reads, but just as her pleat-heat was about to emanate into my zone of sinfluence an unpretty friend summoned the pussy comeandsaveus, and a throng of thongs descended on us, pulling her away from a romance she would never forget (and write about later in a twatzine recalling in vivid color her INDIGNATION that she surrendered herself to a very bad no good magaman).

Gird for battle, gentlemen, because the leash is off and the girlies are gine-primed for a man who fights back. This is the time to show some mettle, a little steel in the spine; these alpha-starved hillary harridans are boiling over with resentment at the soyboys in their midst, and subconsciously welcome any man mentally strong enough to wrest the whip from their dainty hands and free them to enjoy their neglected femininity.

The Heartiste Weltanschauung

I’ve been meaning to start up a Stone Cold Truth T-shirt Company monetized through something like CafePress, but, well, life, like my meat, intrudes. It’s too bad, really, because perusing back issues of this blogsheet reminds me of all the stick figure drawings and verbal jujitsu that would look great emblazoned on a pec-hugging v-neck, to be worn to da clubs to provoke tingle-gushing shit tests.

ANYHO, a Gabster thought the following by yours truly — an ASCII tablet of inscribed Chateau Principles inspired by a stray musing about the nature of the power of sophistic skypery — would make a great graphic tee:

Jews understand that a coherent, pithy world view can subvert civilizations. Right back atcha, schlomo inc, the chateau world view, annotated:

Chicks dig power
Men dig beauty
Equalism is a lie
Sex differences are real
Race differences are real
Culture is race
Race is genes
and the hour is late

There’s a dissident business owner on Gab who goes by the handle @cryptofashion who may be interested in seeing my Weltanschauung on a line of t-shirts, papuan cock sleeves, beach towels, and bikini bottoms (waif font required).

It’s time to Make Shitlibs Uncomfortable Again.

When The Slut Life Meets The Thirst Life

Current Year girls are blissfully unaware of the disgust they inspire in men when they casually mention past relationships with assholes. The Slut Life + the Thirst Life have become so ingrained in US culture — in assertion if not in actual practice — that displeasing men is an autonomic twitch.

The Thirst Life is the enabler of The Slut Life, and the Slut Life exposes hypergamous rifts in the sexual market which exacerbate The Thirst Life. The two cultural degradations operate as a positively reinforcing feedback loop which can only be disrupted by a culture of patriarchal warlordism.

In the meantime, as a cratering sexual market loosened from all traditional constraints reveals more dark truths about the nature of women to dumbstruck beta males with vanishing outlets left to patrol wayward thots, there will be a temporary revisitation of lunkhead White Knightism as a means of grappling with a cultural landscape that has changed so radically it is easy to forget it was ever tethered to a system of benevolent sexism. As Andrew Anglin wrote,

Anglin is hitting on something important: degenerate and dying cultures can experience temporary resurgences in white knighting by thirsty betas who recoil at the consequences of a rudderless sexual market, and who have become accustomed to their pittance of online pats on the head by attention whore thots. So what will happen, and what we in fact see happening now, is a tension developing within the beta male matrix (which includes bro culture) caused by two simultaneous shifts in social excitation: one toward expressing the male sexual urge through online thirst, and the other toward policing the online attention whores who incite that urge.

As this tension ramps up it becomes intolerable, and something must give. That something, I predict, will be a generational (Gen Zyklon) swing against online exhibitionism and against White Knightism which paradoxically protects these sluts from the consequences of their inexhaustible need for socially disconnected anonymous male adoration.

The Gayest “Church” In The World

A reader took some snapshots of banners at a construction site advertising the arrival of a new “””church””” in the black heart of the shitswamp. I had to post these pics for everyone because if you’ve never dry-heaved through gales of laughter, then you haven’t lived.

Hey, man, I was in DC and saw this new church going up. The signs are so lulzy I took pictures for you. This was in the whitest and gayest neighborhood in the city (I saw more trannies than blacks). Libs are finally getting religion LOL!

Jesus hated the (((moneychangers))) enough to whip them with a fury.

 

I would pay good money to watch one mighty shitlord go to the inaugural service holding a giant placard of the White-black IQ bell curves and shouting “SCIENCE is real, bitches!”.

Yeah, Jesus is face-palming alright, but it’s not for the reasons given by this Parish of Poz.

Leave it to the forces of phaggotry to corrupt everything they touch. There’s nothing Godly about this abomination; it’s humiliation porn for the heretic hunters, designed to allow effete swampscum to lord it over BadWhites, and if it requires dunking Christianity into a GRIDs-bath to pull out a demonic facsimile that might as well be called Fistianity, then they’ll do it.

I predict this “””church””” will have capacity crowds — for one week, after which the congregation will shrink to a trickle, leaving the developers deep in debt despite the tax exemptions, and begging leftoid organizations for funding to stay afloat, after which it will be converted into a gay nightclub. Won’t hardly be noticed by anyone, since the “services” will no doubt be the equivalent of gay orgies.

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Chris unearths the foul odor coming from the rectalry of this place of whoreship,

A quick look at their website shows that that church is run by a couple of queers.

The “Priest in Charge” with his Dom:

Physiognomy status: GAYPEDOFACE

Someone preemptively alert child protective services.

The Male Sexuality Shaming Shit Test

Les Saunders, Protestant has a Game question,

Off topic, but an important question:

“You just want to fuck me.”

How do you deal with this statement. I’ve had it uttered when we’ve been wriggling around on a couch for another when the top is off, but bra on, pants on, all the way to when having a conversation on the street/in da club.

I know the correct answer is in the realm of “no I don’t”, but it’s a much more textured, nuanced, and layered response than that.

If you’ve hit on more than one woman in your life in a slut-and-the-city shitlibopolis, you will have been accosted by this male sexuality shaming shit test. You may encounter it during the first minute of conversation (less likely, but a pure tell that the girl is a superslut who wants to bang) or at the bedroom threshold (more likely, and a tell that the girl is a headcase who is running away from her slutty past).

Remember the CH golden rules for responding to shit tests:

• don’t be defensive
• don’t play into her frame
• do turn it back on her

“No, I don’t” isn’t a great reply. It violates the rule “don’t be defensive”. She’ll figure you’re lying about your lustful motive and are ashamed of it, and this will lower your value to her. Better is to fall back on classic tactics (Agree&Amplify, AssumeTheSale, BeAChallenge) that charge your ripostes with a frisson of jerkboy charm.

PSYCHOLOGICALLY PROJECTING HO: you just want to fuck me.

THE LORD’S PHALLIC HERALD: well, i DID, but now that you’ve killed the vibe…

or:

“you just want to fuck me”

“i’m not here to play checkers”

or (as the more open-ended conversational gambit):

“you just want to fuck me”

“more than the other girls here?” *point around the room*

If you prefer the denial response, make it an active one that assumes the sale:

“you just want to fuck me”

“you wish”

or:

“you just want to fuck me”

“look at that, we have so much in common!”

Few girls can resist a juicy script-flipped assumption like that.

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From a commenter,

“No, I’m only attracted to your mind.”

Don’t stop playing with her nipple while you say it.

LOL, this would be a hilarious running gag if you keep it up right through climax.

*pulling off her panties*

“i love your mind”

*fingering her pussy*

“your mind is so sexy to me”

*slipping your cock in*

“i only want to fuck your mind”

*cumming*

“godDAMN you have a hot mind”