Dudes! More specifically, white dudes! Are you interested in “locking down a good White woman” of your very own?
These days, a commenter on Chateau Heartiste explains, you can’t just hypnotize the ladies with your buff bod and masterful pickup artistry. You also need to be racist as hell. Oh, sorry, you need “to reject the anti-White race-propaganda that’s flooding out [sic] society.”
You need White Supremacist Game.
According to a comment from “Corvo” that Heartiste liked so much that he made a post of it,
The culture has become increasingly negrofied, and, whether by nature, nurture, or CultMarx propaganda (seemingly a perfect storm of all three) so many young White men and boys are just unprepared for the reality of the mating game in the current year.
And that’s where the white supremacy comes in:
Without race-awareness, far too many will either end up as wiggers–second-class, embarrassing, pale shadows aping the worst humans on the planet–or schlubby beta borderline incels.
Huh. I’m a little confused here, since I was under the impression that the “worst humans on the planet” were the aspiring pickup artists who read Chateau Heartiste.
It’s not surprising, really, when you’re force fed a diet of CultMarx propaganda that tells White boys they have no culture or history to be proud of (in fact if anything they should feel guilty) and that they should just have some more potato chips and join in the magic negro worship.
So “Cultural Marxism” is basically an exceedingly sneaky plot to sell potato chips? That explains a lot.
For those who don’t believe that racism is the magic ingredient that will allow aspiring pickup artists to score themselves a truly quality woman, Corvo offers a “field report” that attests to his amazing success in attracting the young hotties during, er, a recent trip to a water park with his wife and kids.
Apparently there’s no “game” more powerful than “Racist Dad Game.”
I was out in northeast Pennsylvania for a few days with the wife and kids at this big indoor water park / lodge place in the mountains. Demographically it wasn’t quite what I grew up with, but it was still 80% White.
Well that’s a relief!
There were far too many soft White men lumbering around under too much fat; even worse was seeing young White boys already overweight at age 10. I’d estimate that a majority of the boys were fit and could grow into little shitlords given the right guidance. Most of the girls were fit, although most of the mothers were not (most outweighed my petite woman, who’s 7 months pregnant).
That’s right. Even though his wife is pregnant, she’s no fattie!
I’m no looker; 5’10” and about a buck-fifty; bald (been rocking the skinhead since college) and in my early 40s.
But Corvo knows what to do to make sure the young hotties notice him.
I threw up a flag – put the TRUMP t-shirt on and walked around like I owned the fucking place.
Donald Trump is such an awesome alpha that just wearing a t-shirt with his name on it will make you irresistable to the hot babes!
[O]ver two days I had 4 cute girls, none older than 21, come up to tell me they liked my shirt
That’s right, fellas! SOME HOT BABES LIKED HIS TRUMP T-SHIRT at a rate of TWO HOT BABES PER TRUMP SHIRT PER DAY! Obviously they all wanted to bear his children.
(for the record, I got one positive comment from another father, and one smart-ass remark from a 65+ cat lady hag working at the on-site Starbucks – I told the cunt to make my coffee great).
Wait, there are 65-year-old women working at Starbucks? I’m beginning to wonder if this story isn’t really 100% accurate.
Yeah I gave the cute girls some friendly banter and invoked a little very mild dread game with my wife, but this is the point: there are still good (as good as they come anyway) White girls out there just waiting to be taken and lead.
Er, the past tense of the verb “to lead” is “led.” Also, I’m not 100% sure that when a woman half your age says she likes your t-shirt that this is an indication that she would also like your penis.
The quality ones are the ones with latent race-realism in their naughty little hearts. And any real man is going to want a brood of little sh*tlords one day.
I hate to break it to you, dude, but your kids aren’t going to grow up to be carbon copies of you. They might end up rejecting your foul racism. And possibly dating or even marrying someone who isn’t white.
Oh, we can only hope!
I doubt any one of those girls would have approached me back in my go-along-and-get-along-beta-gentleman days.
So over the course of two days at a water park teeming with people, four young women said they liked his Trump shirt. Dude, that doesn’t make you King Sexy of Supersexy Land. I know this may be hard to believe, dude, but it’s possible that they … just liked your Trump shirt.
Corvo follows this story with a lovely racist rant.
Wherever they go, nogs and third-world ingrates showboat and walk around like they own the place. When the truth is they and their culture have built nothing, accomplished nothing, and know nothing; they are shallow, ignorant, and ultimately dependent on White men.
This from a guy whose idea of a great accomplishment is to wear a Trump shirt to a water park and get a few compliments on it.
I don’t walk around hating anything that doesn’t deserve hatred, but you need race-realism to put things into perspective so that you can go out there and pull the quality girls.
Sure, basic Game will get you plenty of warm holes to stick your dick in for a few minutes, and by all means use it to your advantage. But the cocktail of Game and race-realism mixed and served daily by the worthy men of Le Chateau are the prescription for true abundance in life.
That and a Trump t-shirt, I guess.
Also, @weirwood
Bullshit – you would be ecstatic.
Same for @kupo and Johnny Depp.
No way in hell would either of you complain.
@Glenn
No one missed that, sweetheart. We just also noticed you think Brad Pitt might still be the hot-guy-du-jour after a couple of decades have passed since he was. And yes, you are playing the victim. You feel like [insert celebrity hot guy] would be allowed to stomp all over our boundaries while you’re not given such an exception. You poor, poor thing.
Sure I do.
Stop being a creep to women trying to go about their day.
Also, fuck off.
This is it. This is the real reason Glenn harasses women. He’s not trying to get laid. He’s not trying to get a date. He knows they don’t want to talk to him.
He’s mad because women get to choose who they want to have sex with. He’s mad that women can and do say no. So he’s making them pay.
@Isidore
What if you’re waiting in the checkout line at the grocery store, and the person in front of you can’t find a coupon, or can’t find the correct change? Well, that person has just wasted several seconds of your time! How dare they! You must fly into a rage when that happens.
Or say you’re at a mall, and a salesperson asks you if you would be interested in taking a survey, or sampling a new product? Is that not a selfish reason? Yes, you can decline, but they have still wasted precious seconds of your life.
Nope, creep is feminist shaming language. I reject that label.
No. I am annoyed that you and others here think I have no right to speak to women.
Yes, what a steep price to pay!
“No, I totally know how all you wimmens feel about hot guys hitting on you! I know you better than you do! You’re obviously lying ”
Wow, what a bag of rusty dildos, mansplaining our own fucking feelings to us. Kick rocks, Glenn.
False equivalence, thy name is Glenn.
Both of your ‘counter-examples’ feature things that are inconvenient in small ways (Person that holds up the line, people doing their jobs, ect.), but they aren’t equal to a man coming up to you on a public street while you’re just trying to go somewhere and demanding you forfeit your time to him because he wants you to validate his boner.
And turning down someone for a survey or not waiting on a person in a line who is fumbling with change doesn’t have the negative consequence of getting you verbally abused, physically assaulted, or even murdered, such as when women tell a man no, in case you didn’t check out the link I left for you earlier.
Hell, just now, you were told that no, some women don’t want to talk to you and you don’t have the right to walk up to any woman you want and ask for her time to talk to you, and you got fucking hostile. You told someone to “fuck off” when you didn’t hear what you wanted to hear. That doesn’t exactly inspire confidence that you’re this pristine example of chivalry who understands boundaries that women put up.
You still don’t have the right to demand that women talk to you by walking up to them on the street, Glenn. You don’t have the “right” to talk to attractive women, or any women. You are still not entitled to their time or their attention, you whiny, rotting turnip, because their safety is more important, and you should fucking respect that, you rude, inconsiderate little man.
You have the option to talk to women, but you need to understand that sometimes women don’t want to be fucking spoken to, and we have the right to tell you to fuck off and we have the right to tell you we don’t want to fucking talk to you.
Nobody light a match. So much straw everywhere.
Glenn, you know the gay example given before? Say this happens to you all night long, with 10, 20 different men, on a continuous basis, when all you want to do is have a few drinks with your friends…are you saying that wouldn’t annoy you?
Them offering to buy you drinks, and when you politely refuse, having then tell you “what, I’m not good enough for you, bitch?”
Wouldn’t annoy you. Right.
So, you admit that you only impose yourself on women because of your misogynistic rage at women not being required to fuck you or anyone else they don’t to fuck?
@PI-RCS Yes, finally you’re getting it with your last paragraph. I have the right (option) to speak to a woman, and she has the right (option) to tell me to fuck off.
No, @weirwood, speaking to a woman is hardly “making her pay”.
@Mrs B. – I don’t call women “bitches” simply for turning me down. I’m sorry that other guys sometimes do, but it has nothing to do with me.
That’s not what I was asking, Glenn.
Please don’t be disingenous, and answer the questions as asked.
“Rights” and “options” are not the same thing.
You’re saying you have the right to talk to a woman.
That means you feel like you should be able to talk to a woman regardless of what she says or does or if her safety is at risk, because you have the “right” to do so.
Like you have the right to freedom of speech, or the right to an attorney if you’re arrested.
An “Option” means this is something you can do, not something you’re entitled to, and it is limited by what the woman wants, or if her safety is at risk.
Meaning you can have the option taken away from you at any time at the woman’s discretion.
You don’t have the “option” of a lawyer if you’re arrested. Freedom of speech is not an “option”.
Words mean things.
Also, way to ignore everything else I said and just focus on what you thought I said. Typical misogynist behavior.
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You do not have that right. Period.
It has everything to do with you. We’ve explained again and again that because of the pervasive street harassment women experience, the vast, vast majority of us don’t want random men coming up to us and hitting on us on the street, transit, etc.
You don’t care. You don’t care that you make us uncomfortable. You don’t care about our boundaries. By not listening to what women are telling you about this issue, you are contributing to the problem of men viewing us as the sexual class, only there to please your boner. You are contributing to a culture in which men feel that rage is an appropriate response to rejection. Because decorative objects aren’t supposed to say no, right?
And you may not call women bitches for turning you down, but you did call POM a “c**t” for saying that your behavior is inappropriate and unwelcome. One of the many reasons I do not believe you when you say you respect a no when a woman gives you one.
The example is disingenuous, Mrs. B.
I wouldn’t interrupt a group of women chatting over drinks at at table. Again, I know some guys do. Yes, that would annoy me, but it’s not something I do.
@PI-RCS In this context, “rights” and “options” mean the same thing. They are actions that I can perform but am not obligated to.
I have the right to speak to women. Women have the right to tell me off or simply ignore me.
Get it now?
Repeating something over and over again doesn’t make it any more true and it’s not convincing anyone.
“But I don’t do that! I’m not a bad guy! How come I’m still not allowed to talk to women when I want?!”
Because you’re not the special snowflake, exception-to-the-rule, “nice guy” you think you fucking are, Glenn.
Oh, and enough men do the terrible shit we talk about that we can’t afford to make “exceptions”, even for your entitled ass. I’m not about to be murdered, beaten, or even berated because I let my guard down around some fucking asshole in sheep’s clothing.
You have a problem with not being able to talk to women when and where you want? How about you stop demanding women compromise their safety and assume all men are nice guys like you on command and start talking about the assholes who feel the fucking need to harass and harm women who dare to tell them “no”.
Why the fuck is this our problem, Glenn? Why the fuck are you getting mad at us for telling you that, no, not all women feel comfortable with you approaching them on the street because we’re aware that men are out there who want to do us harm if we don’t handle them just so? Why the fuck is your imaginary “right” to talk to women more important than our comfort and safety?
I already know why. Because you don’t give a fuck about women. You just want to do what you want, and women better fucking like it. You try to say that you do, and hell, maybe you believe you do, but you’ve demonstrated that you very obviously do NOT.
We’ve already told you “no”, we already told you to “fuck off”, we told you “we don’t want to be talked to on the street”, and you didn’t “respect our boundaries”, you kept fucking talking and got hostile. You tried to tell us we were lying, you tried to tell us how to feel about it, you called us names, you tried to justify your actions, to women who told you you were wrong about women, seven ways to Sunday, and you’re still trying.
You don’t give a rat’s ass about women. You only care about doing what you want and what satisfies you.
You’ve demonstrated that right here.
You’re the reason you don’t have the “right” to approach women on the street, Glenn. You’re the kind of man we’re worried about.
No, those two words never mean the same thing, not in any context.
No, they do not. You can’t just switch words around at your leisure, and the fact that I have to explain to you basic fucking definitions and contexts of words is saddening, because you literally will not listen to anything anyone has to say, because your head’s so far up your own ass that you can taste what you had for breakfast three days ago.
Words. Mean. Things.
Not just in definitions, mind, but also contexts, as you mentioned.
When you say that you have the “right” to do something, it implies that you believe that you should be able to do this otherwise you are being infringed upon.
For example: “I have the right to medical care.” = “I have to have medical care otherwise I am being infringed upon because it could kill me if I do not have proper medical care.”
When you say that you have the “option” to do something, it implies that you don’t need to do it, but you can, and there are other things you can do in place of that thing.
For example: “I have the option to purchase this item.” = “I can purchase this item, but it’s not necessary, and I also have other choices of things I can purchase.”
This English 101 lesson was on the house.
No, Weirwood, I called BOM a c**t because she called me a “cock” first, but of course you have no issue with that.
It’s not that I don’t care; it’s that I don’t feel I should be held responsible for the actions of other men. My boner is clearly not the most important thing in the world, but it is important to me. I’m not walking up to women and saying, “HEY, would you like to fuck me tonight?”. I just like to try to start random conversations with women to see where it leads.
Online dating is basically a joke for men – seem like ten guys for every woman. Dating co-workers is obviously a bad idea, and being set up on blind dates with friends of co-workers is more hassle than it’s worth. Someone mentioned singles mixers earlier in the thread, but as I stated, I am generally not attracted to the women who usually sign up for those.
So that leaves pretty strangers. And most women that I approach are friendly and willing to chat for at least a minute or two. Some longer. Many will give me their numbers, and I’ve even gone on real dates with a few.
For sure, it’s not an easy process for an introvert like me, but it’s my best option. Despite what you believe, I’m not completely insensitive to womens’ fears, but if a couple of them are uncomfortable, I’m not gonna lose much sleep over it. Nobody cares about my feelings or fears.
And Glenn, once again, ignores everything we have to say because his feelings, experiences and fears as a man who wants to fuck women are more important than, and even trump, a woman’s feelings of discomfort, or fears that we might be murdered, or our own experiences and knowledge of what we like and don’t like. Because Glenn doesn’t give a shit about women, especially if they’re saying things he doesn’t want to fucking hear because it disrupts his little narrative that he knows what women want.
Typical. Misogynist. Behavior.
“I don’t give a shit if I make women afraid for their lives, I have to get mine! What about me?! What about my feelings?!”
But hey, points for outright saying you don’t give a shit. At least now I’m 100% sure you’re a piece of trash, rather than being only 99.9% sure.