A Twofer from the Chateau

Good Chateau post here:

It starts with a good classic red pill quote, and in the last paragraph, Heartiste NAILS the difference between freedom and license.

First, the quote from Cato the Elder:

Woman is a violent and uncontrolled animal, and it is useless to let go the reins and then expect her to not kick over the traces. You must keep her on a tight rein… Women want total freedom or rather – to call things by their proper names – total license. If you allow them to achieve complete equality with men, do you think they will be easier to live with? Not at all. Once they have achieved equality, they will be your masters…

This quote illustrates what has happened with feminism: When we gave women equality, they wasted not a microsecond before they started forcing men to support children that aren’t theirs, legally discriminating against men in hiring, removing the presumption of innocence for men accused of rape, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. There can be no equality with women; it simply isn’t a Nash stable situation. If men don’t put limits on their participation in social decision-making, before you know it feminists have taken over everything. Now you’re in jail because you and a woman each had a glass of wine and then had sex… but her wine removes her responsibility for her actions, neutralizing her consent… But your wine doesn’t remove your responsibility for your actions, so YOU’RE A RAPIST!!

Next, Heartiste nails the difference between freedom and license:

License is different than freedom in that it grants the recipient a reprieve from personal responsibility and from the consequences of one’s actions. License means basically the removal of moral agency, so when women demand license what they are demanding is blamelessness.

That is beautifully precise. Freedom, properly speaking, would mean that you have the right to get your dumb ass drunk and stupidly hook up with someone you normally wouldn’t bang. Then you wake up in the morning, regret it, and deal with the consequences of your own behavior like an adult. Many women are willing to do this, of course, but too many aren’t. They want the right to say “I was raped!” to blame their fuck-witted choice on someone else. That is not freedom; it’s license.

NFL: NY Giants Player Spits in Fan’s Face


An NFL player spat on an anthem supporter.

The media, in all their pro-kneeler editorializing, hasn’t felt a need to tell us that little detail.

Anonymous Conservative has the video:

Trump’s UN Speech

Good post on the God-Emperor’s UN speech at Musings of the Angry Webmaster:

Trump Shocks and Awes the United Nations

First, my man Trumpy hails the idea of sovereign, independent nations:

We do not expect diverse countries to share the same cultures, traditions, or even systems of government. But we do expect all nations to uphold these two core sovereign duties: to respect the interests of their own people and the rights of every other sovereign nation. This is the beautiful vision of this institution, and this is foundation for cooperation and success.

Actually, the first part of that last sentence, that sovereignty is a vision of the UN, is a polite lie – “Your dress looks great, girlfriend!” – and an attempt to get the UN’s would-be world dictators nodding at a pro-sovereignty message. It seems to have worked. Trumpy continues:

Strong, sovereign nations let their people take ownership of the future and control their own destiny. And strong, sovereign nations allow individuals to flourish in the fullness of the life intended by God.

As the Angry Webmaster says, this is “a kick to the groin of the Globalists.” And they deserve a kick to the groin, and then some.


We are renewing this founding principle of sovereignty. Our government’s first duty is to its people, to our citizens — to serve their needs, to ensure their safety, to preserve their rights, and to defend their values.

As President of the United States, I will always put America first, just like you, as the leaders of your countries will always, and should always, put your countries first.

This is more globalist groin-kicking, which is funny, because apparently the assembled globalists applauded it. LOL.

As Angry Webmaster notes, “What he said next shocked the UNGA and the Progressive Elites and their moronic minions in the United States and around the world.”

The United States has great strength and patience, but if it is forced to defend itself or its allies, we will have no choice but to totally destroy North Korea.

Boom! Talk about a line in the sand! Of course, the usual suspects started saying it was belligerent, etc., but such rhetoric was uncharacteristically muted, at least from the tidbits I read. It’s almost as if even leftist idiots have enough sense to realize that North Korea with nuclear ICBMs might be a threat to them.

AW: “This was a flat out threat to North Korea. If that fat little turd tries anything, North Korea will be flattened and paved over. This is language that, to my knowledge, has never been used in the United Nations.” Yup. But Trump didn’t stop there:

The Iran Deal was one of the worst and most one-sided transactions the United States has ever entered into. Frankly, that deal is an embarrassment to the United States, and I don’t think you’ve heard the last of it — believe me.

Oh yeah!

Trump then went after Cuba and Venezuela.

The man is on track to be up there with Reagan. If he keeps it up, he could end up better than Reagan.

Still More Political Miscellany, OK and Mr. Cellany

The Atlantic actually calls out the violent left:

Hecklers see Trump supporter sporting an Israeli flag, tell him to “get the fuck out” of Boston:

College student: I feel unsafe and unwelcome because someone threw a banana peel into a tree!
The energetic encouragement of insanity in the modern educational system is something we are going to have to address eventually.

As one commenter at Vox Popoli says about the DACA illegals,

“So their parents committed a crime and the children should be rewarded? I guess if my father robs a bank I can keep the money since I did nothing wrong.”

Exactly. We’ve had enough of that shit. That fact that some woman in another country fell on her back and spread her legs for some dude doesn’t make me obligated to care for their kid. It’s the fucking parents’ obligation to take care of their damn kid.

Syllogism a la mode: I once had a kid. I then dropped him off in your yard. Therefore, you’re obligated to let the kid live in your house for the rest of his life. You cannot even pretend that this is a morally serious argument.

James Comey started drafting statement exonerating Hillary Clinton before FBI interviewed her, aides.
(Warning before you click: Obnoxious ads all over the place.)

Former FBI Director James Comey started to draft a statement exonerating Hillary Clinton in the bureau’s investigation into her use of a private email server before the FBI interviewed her or her key witnesses, the Senate Judiciary Committee said Thursday.

“Conclusion first, fact-gathering second,” is how Republican Senators Chuck Grassley and Lindsey Graham characterized Comey’s investigation.

The Judiciary Committee reviewed transcripts, which were heavily redacted, indicating Comey began drafting the exoneration statement in April or May 2016, before the FBI interviewed up to 17 key witnesses, including Clinton and some of her close aides.

I also learned from this link that

Democrats in Congress alleged last fall that Comey’s actions in the FBI’s investigation into Clinton’s email use violated the Hatch Act, which caused the Office of Special Counsel to launch an investigation.

Now there’s something the leftist media hasn’t been mentioning during the “It was corrupt to fire Comey!” nonsense!

At Salon, of all places:
“Time to give up on identity politics: It’s dragging the progressive agenda down.”

Subheading: “Identity politics has only served to disempower the left and fuel the rise of white nationalism. Can we move on?”


I’m Done with the NFL

Bye, drama queens.

You spit on my country, and then when the President taps you on the shoulder and says “That’s out of line,” you double down. So this is what you’ve revealed to me: You not only hate my country – which would be enough for me to tell you to fuck off – hating it is important enough to you to double down over it.

Fuck you.


When the Civil War Starts…

(Part 1 of what is, let’s face it, going to be a long series.)

It will be every American’s duty, and it will be strategically vital, to smash every surveillance camera anywhere, private-sector or government.

And the same goes for all other surveillance systems.

We have to get the private ones as well as the government ones because the government can subpoena them. Note “subpoena” implies the rule of law or something with a superficial resemblance to law. But even if the facade of law totally breaks down, the government will still be able to access some video feeds by subterfuge or overwhelming force.


NOTE TO SELF: TAG RED PILL, REDPILL, AND RED-PILL. Also La Pill Roja and LLIP DER, just to be safe.

Via The Chateau at

someone named Sage Moon (seriously) has written a…

No, wait.

Someone named Sage Moon has let her hamster off the leash and allowed it to write a screed about…

No, wait.

Someone named Sage Moon has fed her hamster crude oil, radioactive waste, anabolic steroids, Hamster Growth Hormone, positrons from the solar wind of an anti-matter star, Mountain Dew, methol-flavored crack, and concentrated essence of Acapulco Gold, and let it off the leash and allowed it to write a screed about how awesome imprisoned killers are.

It begins like this:

To call it ‘life-changing’ diminishes my experience. This was soulful. Raw. Nothing but absolutely human at its core.

I maintained arm’s length distance from Carl and stared into his eyes. We’d been in prison together for nearly nine hours though Carl had already spent 11 years behind these walls. Jason Mraz echoed from the speakers as we stood on the cold concrete of the sterile gym at Valley State Prison in Chowchilla, CA.

“…I won’t give up on us

Even if the skies get rough

I’m giving you all my love

I’m still looking up…”

Carl never took his eyes off mine, and I never took mine off his. Tears streamed down my cheeks but I smiled through them; I radiated every.single.ounce of love in my being to every man in that room.

“…Cause even the stars they burn

Some even fall to the earth

We’ve got a lot to learn

God knows we’re worth it

No, I won’t give up”

As the song ended, Carl handed me a yellow rose. I breathed in, making sure to forever associate the intoxicating smell of the flower with that precise moment.

Dear God. Does she realize she’s verbalizing an orgasm in public?

Also, if you’re a dude who hasn’t taken the red pill yet, here’s a question to ask:

Has a woman ever reacted like that to a friendly nice guy?

Next there’s a photo of La Moon smiling at a prisoner. Her caption:

(super unflattering picture capturing 12 hours of tears and pure love as Carl gave me that rose)

(Parentheses in original.)

Later we get:

But, what truly transformed me is the deeply intimate humanity I shared with people whose goodness and ability to love I doubted… What transformed me is that I looked into the eyes of other humans, I felt their love, and I wanted to be love for them, and I wanted the room to be love so bright that it pulsed along with the collective love that fuels our existence. So I chose to be love. And as soon as I did, that love hit me hard, and it was overwhelming in a way that I can’t express.


I wanted to experience the pulsing as they all thrust their ideas into my mind, forcibly ramming through my preconceptions, plunging into my, um, left parietal lobe as fact after fact pistoned into my prostrate, stretched-open, uh, mind. Oh God! OH GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHD!!!

Huh? Wha? Where was I? Oh yeah, I was appreciating Carl’s turgid, thrusting, penetrating, ah, insight. And humanity.

Again, if you’re a dude who hasn’t taken the red pill…

Next it gets somewhat surprising, even for me, and I was expecting a thug-loving nuclear hamster. They played a game called Step To The Line. The prisoners and the visitors face each other near two lines on the floor. An announcer calls out questions. You step forward to the line if your answer is Yes. Or, if you’re already on the line from the previous question, you stay there. Here’s Moon’s account of part of this game:

“How many of you have taken another person’s life?” I looked into my partner’s eyes, he stayed on the line.

“How many of you haven’t forgiven yourselves for something you’ve done?” He stayed on the line, I joined him. Tears welled up in his eyes and streamed down my face. Through silent validation, both knowing our ‘something’ was worlds apart, we smiled, and we cried, and we shared so, so much love in that moment.

She’s sharing so, so much love with a confessed killer. Think about this. Now has a woman ever reacted that way to a friendly nice guy?

Yes, I know she’s not typical. (At least, I don’t think she is. Sometimes I wonder.) But note that the distribution of female sexual response – let’s stop being coy about what she’s expressing here – encompasses this killer-lusting woman at one end. It does not encompass a nice-guy-lusting woman at the other end. No woman has ever reacted like that, with that kind of of BLAST of sexual arousal, to a nice guy, and no woman ever will.

She stood face to face with a man who confessed to having killed a person, and she’s so turned on her socks are wet.

I could end this here; I think the point is made. But let’s keep going a little more.

Throughout the day, several men shared their stories. One man… ran away, and he joined a gang, and he got involved with drugs. Ultimately he took someone’s life and was convicted before he ever even learned how to drive. Maybe you can relate to some of his story, maybe you can’t. I can’t. And my heart completely broke listening to his journey of self-forgiveness.

Ah yes, “his journey of self-forgiveness.” What about the person he killed, you estrogen-torqued whackjob?!

This does make the point, though, that women simply don’t give a shit about the victims of violent men. That person gets no consideration from her. But thank goodness the killer managed to forgive himself! Phew!

There’s more in this vein; I haven’t quoted all of it.

Seriously, take the red pill.