Comment Of The Week: It’s Always About Nakedness With Women

Escoffier, reacting to the following news story about an exhibitionist University of Cambridge professor (via /pol/ News Network)…

Welcome to Ivy League universities: where professors walk around naked, and if you ask them to cover up you’ll be expelled or fired.

Universities are Leftist indoctrination camps, nothing more.

 

…earned a coveted COTW with this response:

When Women are allowed to become feral, everyday is a battle to get naked in public and create plausible sounding justifications for it…

Sadly, it’s rarely the women with naked bodies worth ogling.

Even the most lunatic feminist subconsciously knows female worth is tied up with female physical allure, so when feminists go feral they have a strangely self-contradicting habit of stripping naked to denounce “sexual objectification”.

In the subset of the female population that is neither ugly nor feminist, women spend a lot of mental energy rationalizing their urge to show skin in public. They want men to notice them, but they don’t want men to think they’re allowed to notice them. Try and square that circle! (forget it, jake, it’s vaginatown)

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Runner-up COTW goes to CMC for this volcuck twist on a popular meme:

Your great-great-great Grand dad was part of an army that essentially said, “we’re sick of this shit,” marched right through the enemy’s homebase beating the crap out of them, burning their cities towns and homes, destroying their INFRASTRUCTURE, freeing their slaves and winning war.

You go to comic con and let race mix older woman marrying professional pretender from Obama islands to cup your wife’s milker and slap your face and memorialize it in photo.

You are ghey.

Celebrity and sportsball athlete adoration was always kinda self-cuckingly ghey. Don’t do it. And express disgust when your buddies or your girl do it.

Your Daily Game: Stoking The Female Competitive Instinct For Personal Gain

Camel Cock comments,

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Good show, kid, but ya came up short. This week’s COTW has already been awarded (details soon). Dry your eyes, though, because you submitted excellent Game-related content.

If you are half-way good with girls and live in a smaller city you will eventually run into the same ones especially when you are out on dates. Some girls will wave, some will come up to you and your date and say Hi, and the trully daring will even come up and give you a hug.

The girls (on your date rotation) who hug you when you’re out on another date are the ones who want to fuck you, but only if they can feel like they’re besting another girl to get to your pole position. Prepare for a lifetime of Dread Game if you decide to LTR one of those bitches.

Almost every girl I’ve gone out with has asked “Who was that?” or “Who is that?” The hotter the girl, the quicker my date asks about her.

Of course. This is classic female preselection. Girls judge men by the number and quality of women who keep his company. This is because girls can’t get most of the mate value information they need about a man just by looking at him, so they use a short cut: if other girls like him, he must be hsmv.

Before I used to be vague and say “a friend” “drinking buddy” or “just some girl” but I’ve been inspired by CH’s recent tingle generation talk and a few weeks ago when I was feeling especially zfg I responded, “Your competition.”

Noice.

I’ve tested this on a few girls and it’s tingle dynamite! It’s mostly in the delivery. When they ask about the other girl. I turn my head slowly, I look them in the eye and with a jerkboy smirk I say “Your competition.”

I believe the reason it’s so great is bc your dating asking you about the other girls is a shit test and most guys justify or play down the other girl…not what a true jerkyboy does.

There is a way to provoke the same effect in your girl without explicitly revealing your game plan. In fact, I’d argue that feigned dismissiveness can be a more powerful intoxicant on the female hamster than can pulling back the curtain and announcing her place in the pecking order. For instance,

HER: who was that?

WILLY WOMP-A AND THE TINGLE FACTORY: just someone i know.

Leave it hanging right there, and she’ll be spinning her wheel for days wondering what your deal is (aka whether you have a harem), which means she will only find satisfying resolution in sex.

But there is a class of girls for whom a stone cold stunner like “Your competition” will work wonders. These are the kinds of girls who need bold, unmistakable displays of drama to begin lubing up for Act 2.

Oh and if u get shit tested, your delivery or eye contact was off. Most of the times I’ve said it girls get those anime eyes and their jaw drops. They can’t believe u just dropped such a massive tingle bomb. Some trash talk and qualify themselves and try to justify why they are better.

A girl in the defensive crouch is a girl with a torrential pouch.

One caveat, make sure the girl saying hi is slightly more attractive or at least on par with date girl.

True dat. If a fatty comes over to say hi, acting like she’s one of your plates, heisman that hambeast with the quickness.

HER: who was that?

THE WOOD OF WOMP: one of my obsessive admirers. poor girl. so sad.

Walls Work. Just Ask Benjamin Netanyahu

President Trump is right. I built a wall along Israel's southern border. It stopped all illegal immigration. Great success. Great idea 🇮🇱🇺🇸

— Benjamin Netanyahu (@netanyahu) January 28, 2017

The Diaspora Mafia BTFO.

PS Dispel your doubts, Trump gets it:

Democrats are the problem. They don’t care about crime and want illegal immigrants, no matter how bad they may be, to pour into and infest our Country, like MS-13. They can’t win on their terrible policies, so they view them as potential voters!

— Donald J. Trump (@realDonaldTrump) June 19, 2018

In the past week, Trump has taken the gloves off. His Twatter payloads now read like standard issue Maul-Right talking points. Maybe he was biding his time for the Deep State field to clear before he made his big offensive push. Maybe he had Ann Coulter over for dinner and they both read posts from this blog. If so, grab a kleenex shitlibs, because there’s no Goddess Hillary and your idiotic infantile ideals are laughable! The Trumpen is released, and the neoliberal globohomo system is about to be righteously rekt.

Beta Of The Month: Joe Scarborough

There’s no need for a contest in this edition of Beta of the Month; Joe Scarborough wins it running away.

You’ve seen this before, in previous Chateau Heartiste Beta of the Month posts. Uxorious Joe Scarborough is the beta, Bleeding NipAndTuckface Mika the repulsed woman spurning his ingratiating, conciliatory romantic gestures.

Painfully beta, but did you expect anything more from this anti-Trump nancyboy?

Watch the vid. None of this is staged. You can tell by their body language and vocal tone that real aggravation bubbled to the surface on live TV (that nobody watches).

0:16: NipAndTuck admits they’ve been fighting “over issues” (they’re an off-screen couple). One can only guess what those issues were, maybe “I got tired of being the man in the relationship” or “Honey, I secretly think Trump is getting unfair press coverage on this Beaner Baby story” or “Your prostate doesn’t need *that* much stimulation”.

0:20: Uxorious Joe cloyingly objects, “No we did not”. NipAndTuck immediately shoots him down, “Oh yeah we did.”

0:21: Uxorious: “We never fight”. Nip: *sarcastically* “Uh huh”.

0:22: Watch this sequence closely, it happens fast, but slow enough that you can see Nip’s pussy turtling on air. Uxorious gently reaches for her hand, and Nip’s whole body convulses backward to get away from his slimy touch. She promptly assumes the cadence of a careercunt shrike, scolding him, “No, no, don’t do that. Ok, not on the air, NOT ON THE AIR”.

0:26: Nip: “What are you doing?! It’s 6:03.” She’s publicly shaming him, rejecting his romantic ardor in front of an audience now cringing with vicarious embarrassment. Notice her body language: she’s sitting ramrod straight, turned toward him to face him down, jaw jutting. This is the aggressive posture of a woman expanding her personal space, building a defensive perimeter to warn the beta male to stay away or get the stinger again.

0:29: Uxorious is trapped. He tries to change course. “Willie, can I ask you a question.” It’s not a change of topic, though. It’s worse. He’s trying to enlist other men to persuade his ice queen to thaw out a little and spare his on-air dignity. It’s an example of “let’s you and her make my case for me”. Passive-aggressive betahurt to the max.

0:31: Uxorious: “We’re engaged. We’ve been engaged for like 13 years. Now you think I should be able to hold her hand at this point in the engagement with her consent?” Special (needs) pleading.

0:41: Nip then delivers the ballcutting slice. “If you’ll be quiet I’ll hold your hand.”

HEY HOW ‘BOUT THOSE RED SOX?

The JooTube comments are gold (and so very very woke):

these two clowns made fun of Trump countless times about Melania supposedly not wanting to hold Trump’s hand

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she obviously finds the man repulsive. maybe hillary would let him hold her claw

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Why doesn’t she ever ask Shmoe what really happened to his intern? Isn’t she worried???

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Why talk about baseball when you can’t seem get to first base yourself?

Heh. Poor Joe. None of Trump’s lessons in life rubbed off on him, so he gets to suffer public humiliation as his heavily scaffolded girlfriend slaps his limp wrist away.

Melania Trump Shows Her Husband How To Troll For The Kill

This is real:

Daily Mail reports that Melania Trump boarded her plane to Texas wearing a jacket that said on the back, "I really don't care, do u?"https://t.co/SeNGeux5jB pic.twitter.com/owHqTAyPdO

— Tim Mak (@timkmak) June 21, 2018

Beautiful on the inside as well as the outside, Melania wore this jacket on her way to visit border babbies. She was obviously sending a message to phonyfuck virtue signaling self-righteous sanctimonious shitlibs screeching hysterically about a twenty year old border apprehension policy that temporarily separates children from parents until the parents’ fake asylum claims have been reviewed…AND FOUND WANTING.

For this epic troll, the MOAB of trolls, I award Melania the coveted Shiv of the Week.

*hands golden shiv to melania*

*melania lightly grips it in a delicate feminine hand, running the pointer finger of her other hand along the edge of the blade, the sparkles of the shiv matched in luminescence by her hot rod red fingernail polish*

“do you think i didn’t pick up a thing or two watching my husband deal with scum in rat-infested new york?” she purrs.

Melania is the only First Lady about whom I’ve wondered what she’s like in bed. Sensuous, I bet.

Between Corey Lewandowski’s WOMP WOMP and Melania’s triggerjacket, it almost feels like we’ve turned a corner in the battle between the degenerate freak mafia and the MAGAmen, and we shitlords are now on offense, beating the freaks back to their hug boxes.

I’m not the only one to notice the change in momentum:

Between Melania's grotesque jacket (which is confirmed by @Acosta as real) and the sudden desire of Trump's top racists to eat in Mexican restaurants where they will inevitably get yelled at, it's as if this administration is trying to drive the whole country out of its mind. pic.twitter.com/6FB5rYdlXk

— Steve Silberman (@stevesilberman) June 21, 2018

The snipdick blue ticks accounted for.

FYI it’s very easy to push the already mentally ill over the edge. A WOMP WOMP here, a jacket there, and a ‘umble blog outpost of realtalk dedicated to opening hearts and minds playing the background score, and mass shitlib suicides are not far off.

pic.twitter.com/2YgQ6KXAPZ

— Mel Gibson fan 9 (@MelGibsonFan9) June 21, 2018

PS Monkfish adds,

Nothing a woman wears is by accident. Now we’ll be spending the next week’s news cycle talking about Melania’s jacket instead of Mexican children in dog kennels. Do our enemies never learn?

White shitlibs aren’t as SMRT as they like to imagine themselves. Their abstraction-weighted intelligence leaves them vulnerable to the reality-grounded concrete intelligence of the Chad. Cucks are beginning to learn this lesson: be more like Trump and less like an insecure lackey trying to win the admiration of your enemies.

All Human Beings Have Equal Worth

The Big Lie of Leftism, exposed. Courtesy of Jay in DC.

PS what man in his right mind would PoundMeToo that thing? (bill cosby) okay, besides him.

Spot The Volcuck

“I told my husband I wanted a picture alone with Jason Momoa, but he wasn’t comfortable with that.”

LMAO that Momoa scribbled his initials right over the volcuck’s face. LMAO^2 that Momoa’s left hand is practically cupping her tit. It’s all in good fun, you see, but good fun often reveals deeper truths.

The volcuck — voluntary cuckold — is the lowest social and sexual status a man can achieve. Even incels have more dignity. Regular cuckolds — men who aren’t aware their women have been unfaithful and gotten pregnant by another man’s seed — are less contemptible. The volcuck debases himself so completely he may as well lop it off and become a house eunuch to fat cat oligarchs.

The volcuck is a symptom of an acutely diseased sexual market. When you see his kind growing in number and cavalierly disgracing himself for social media yucks, you will know there is a great disturbance in the whores. The Snark Side is winning. The world has become farce. Women hold all the cards and fat pink-haired skanks can casually humiliate their neckbearded soyfriends and experience no consequences for it.

But there is salvation, and it can be found in the Good Book of Heartiste. Game will redeem Western Man.