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Products with ‘Made in Japan’ will become Collector’s Items!

December 1, 2013

Watch the video.. it’s both funny and painful.

Men have always worked to attain wealth and power in order to out compete against other males in order to be viewed upon favorably by women for the purposes of sexual access. Men get and education, work, prosper and become strong and independent to attract women for sex, create society and start families.

But what happens when women get education, prosper and become independent (taking on masculine traits) thus becoming the men of society. What do they do with their equal opportunity?

They eschew relationships or creating families early on, and have too much fun shopping for fucking shit.

And how do they view most actual men while at the height of their sexual and economic power?

With disgust, derision and apathy. They don’t have time to entertain the idea of relationships. They see no need. It’s all too bothersome and annoying and interferes with the day to day operation of their awesome fabulous lives of earning money to spend on trivial shit. It is here you see female disdain towards sex. Without external factors pressing their individual survival requiring them to hook up early to a man, they could care less about men’s need or desire for sex. This is like the OKCupid study on steroids. A true feminist utopia in every sense of the word. Free from being required to engage in a reciprocal trade of resources or having to have icky sex with Joe Average.

Of course, as Sunshine Mary found out, feminist utopia comes with a laundry list of emergency hotlines for the severely depressed and the emotionally crippled.

It creates women like the emotionally broken one that wished death upon the happy couples she sees on the street for the crime of being in a happy relationship.. one she can never experience.

BECAUSE SHE’S FUCKING BROKEN!

Men have always desired wealth and power for the purpose of successfully mating and propagating our species. It is especially telling in Japan. Japanese men in were once renowned as robotic humans who worked preposterous hours.. just so that the family he created would prosper and thrive. Now when women are given the same option of working hard like men to earn money and become ‘salary (wo)men’.. do they behave in the same manner as those men of generations past?

No, they couldn’t be bothered. It’s all about them, and they’ll let Japan die before they give up having their fun.

And what of the men who were left behind, pushed out of the job options by the influx of women, and completely lost to any mating prospects, or simply stopped caring about working brutal hours. What of them?

When females enter the male frame and dominate it, men become weak and forced into a female frame. Once they enter that frame, they cannot instill desire or attraction of any kind. (Look at any modern day male feminist who isn’t a conniving sociopath like Hugo) They become effeminate. They realize the long uphill struggle that is required to attain sex, and seeing the folly in trying, they remain in their female frame and enjoy the simpler pursuits of life. And the men have come to realize (and accept) that they know their women would rather die than have sex with them.. so there is no motivation on this earth that would make them want to slog 80 hours a week trying to be a career salary man. There is ZERO FUCKING REWARD.

In such a society where relationships are abandoned because of too much tinkering with natural gender roles, too much freedom wrought by high tech society, and the act of sex so removed from the confines of a loving intimate act.. instead turned into a commodity to be sold under every kind of fetish and niche to be served.. and you end up with Japan. A culture ready to die.

Yes, a majority of the Japanese men are now effeminate spineless beta herbs that have the sexual appeal of a toad stool but hey, if you’re gonna blame them for being that way, you gotta blame the root cause. Women demanding to step into the masculine frame and forcibly pushing men into the feminine frame. Something had to give.. and something broke.

Where men profess love to digital girls on their Nintendo. And women who pay for orbiters to listen to their prattle…

Who pay men exorbitant amount of money in excess of what high class escorts charge here in North America, and pay eagerly and willingly to ‘alpha’ male ‘hosts’ simply to hear them bitch about their shitty days working for a fucking paycheck. No sex. No love. Just listening to ‘their feelings’.

Take note beta-orbiters.. YOUR TIME IS VALUABLE AND WORTH MONEY! Are you in the friend-zone?

Next time the bitch wants your shoulder to cry on.. pull out one of these with a straight face…

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Oh wait..

fuck..

get with the times dude..

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Japan is dying because women.. in all their freedom, became selfish. They got all the rights and equality of men.. but whereas men always used it to further civilization and enhance and grow their societies, women are just happy to absorb everything, live in the moment selfishly and move on to the next area.

Like a virus.

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Goodbye Japan.. it’s ok.. i’ve already gotten used to seeing ‘Made in China’ and ‘Made in Taiwan’ on my products.

I won’t miss you when you’re gone.

Your move North America.. your move.

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Garbage In, Garbage Out

November 17, 2013

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There is a term in photography relating to the outcome of your final product dependent on the source material you begin with. It originally derived from computer science in relation to data, because computers are dumb and only do what you feed into it. So if you feed it shit, it will output shit.

From the Wiki:

Garbage in, garbage out (GIGO) in the field of computer science or information and communications technology refers to the fact that computers will unquestioningly process unintended, even nonsensical, input data (“garbage in”) and produce undesired, often nonsensical, output (“garbage out”).

The same thing applies to pictures. Photoshop has come a long way from it’s heyday. It can make the ordinary extraordinary. But the same rule applies, the better the quality of the photo going in, the less Photoshop you actually require to make it amazing. And you should never be using Photoshop as a means of constantly trying to save garbage photo’s. Not if your bread and butter is photography!

I saw this photo floating around on Facebook, and it seems that art imitates life is more than an apt way of framing this picture as a snapshot of our current society’s behavior wrt relationships.

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With the exception of the reference to negatives, i would say this picture describes the digital age quite well.

The digital age, even in guilty. My Nikon can take thousands of pics, throw away shots. Part of the strategy is to switch to ‘drive’ mode and continuously take pics hoping one of the many turns into gold, but this is usually for action shots where the motion is frantic.

However i like to think the best shots are the ones you plan ahead for, and with the right education in lighting theory, composition and mastery of your equipment you will get the best source material. The greatest photographers will wait patiently for the perfect shot to present itself, waiting hours for just the right lighting from the greatest light source we have.. the sun, and it’s position in the sky.

Garbage in/garbage out is the motto. Start with the best in-camera picture you can take so you end up using the most minimal amount of post processing (Photoshop) as possible.

In this regard, you can consider Photoshop as an analogy for Game. Read the rest of this entry ?

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Thank You

October 25, 2013

Style: "Mad Men" January Jones (Betty Draper) and Don Draper (Jon Hamm)(apologies in advance, a lot of rambling and repeating in this post. it’s a poor writing effort but i just wanted to put this out there anyways. i’m too tired to play copy editor tonight. cheers)

I hear it often now, or some variation of it.

I hear it now where i once did not.

I hear it coming from the mouths of women. All women.

It used to only come from Asian women (who seem to naturally retain their femininity and deference, at least towards white men), and the elderly (who grew up in a time of chivalry).. but now it comes from  all women.

Young, old, thin, thick, blonde, brunette, redhead, hot, fugly, liberal, conservative. Maybe even feminists?

Doesn’t matter. They’re all saying it to me when i hold it open.

The door.

Yes folks, i still end up holding doors for ladies. Always have, always will. Le sigh..

So i have to ask “What’s changed?”

Why am i now getting thank you’s left right and center for an action that hasn’t changed one iota. The action of holding a door open for a woman?

One of two things.

  1. Either the women have changed in reflection to a society that seems to be further distancing itself from the pollution that is feminism and attempting to regain/retain chivalry because it is scared that feminism has driven men to the brink of abandoning all women
  2. Or i have changed, and women are not reacting to the action itself, but in how the action is performed.. and by whom.

The first may be a plausible scenario, but would still not explain the 100% increase in pleasant responses i have received. Such a percentile change would mean that this sea change has already taken place. We all know that isn’t the case, and the statistical odds of me running into woman after woman like this would be astronomical.

So i must conclude that a majority of it is they are responding to ME as the variable that changed in the equation.

Now.. i’m not saying i’m James fucking Bond, i’m not. I would never classify myself as an ‘alpha’. More like a reformed beta, gone into greater Beta. But those moments when i nail confidence down and am truly feeling it.. you’d be hard pressed to distinguish.

And it kind of makes sense to me now, when i think of who i was back then.. and who i am now. My firm belief is women of all stripes, colors, creeds and ideologies will be receptive to ‘MEN’ who open doors for them if they are attracted enough to them ever so briefly to consider what a possible tryst might be like. Experience tells me that women certainly abhor the idea of being inseminated with unfit and unworthy semen, so they would hiss upon undesirable men who might seek to curry favor by being chivalrous in the hopes of romantic persuasion.

When i was undesirable.. most women would find ways to bend space and time in an effort to avoid acknowledging my gesture.

Today, especially when wearing my tank-tops during the summer, women couldn’t curtsy and say Thank You fast enough, their smiles betraying their thoughts. The second glance they’d shoot me farther away granted me the same feeling as a scientist when his theory pans out correctly.

Simply from the way and manner in which i confidently open a door.

And it is without reservation that all aspects of Game helped me get here. From my initial Dark Triad game which got me out of my nightmare, to learning about Game and attraction, along with Inner Game and fixing the core. Every facet of game helped.

I’ve tracked a lot of my incoming traffic, i like to see who’s talking about me and what i’m adding to the discussion. I have seen my name alot on a lot of forums and so forth. I do recall one person saying that they liked what i wrote but that i still used too much PUA crap in my writing. They don’t like the concept of ‘pretending to be someone you’re not‘ or ‘faking it till you make it‘. What they’re actually saying tho is that they are scared of working on changing themselves for the better and instead should simply be accepted as they are.

(Fat acceptance anyone?)

To each their own, i won’t dictate to any man how they wish to live. I only show my own example from where i started – to where i’ve ended up as an example for others to explore if they so choose. They think that people who peddle game are parasites taking advantage of the vulnerable.

Suffice it to say, you can see i offer no books, courses or any monetary sink holes for people to fall into. While i will agree that there is a group of people who sell the downtrodden unreasonable hopes of landing HB9′s with 3 simple questions that will make her want to fuck you, and the idea that you can turn a love shy, introverted, and socially awkward wallflower into a Mac Daddy over the course of a weekend seminar is selling snake oil at it’s finest.. it doesn’t invalidate the central tenets of Game philosophy, Evo Psych and attraction triggers evolved from our cavemen ancestors. Or as Private Man says – Biology Always Wins.

I think what rubs some of these guys the wrong way (and i will concur) is that alot of the salesmen are duplicitous charlatans who start off from a dubious premise. I’ll use Paul Janka as an example. This guy sells ‘The Attraction Formula’.. and for what it’s worth, i read it. I read it 3 weeks after breaking up with my exwife. I downloaded it from das Pirate Bay so i didn’t contribute to the pool of unfortunate men funding him. The book is almost a collection of core game rules that you could end up figuring out for yourself if you spent enough time bloghopping in the sphere. The reason i pick on Paul is because he starts his sales pitch with a doozy (and i’m paraphrasing because i can’t recall it) that sounds something like this:

Look at me, i’m not the most attractive, or good looking guy out there. I’m Joe Average. But with my system, you can get laid with many different women, one for every day of the week!

  • Full head of hair – check
  • 5 oclock shadow – check
  • masculine jawline – check
  • dark full eyebrows – check
  • alpha features and facial tone – check
  • perfect teeth – check
  • looks great in a suit – check

Yes. Joe Average indeed.

I do not see him as having trouble with woman since he has his foot half way through the door and many women will be pleased to be approached by him. It’s his ball to fumble afterwords but he has ‘Game’ built into his face.

I’ll bet most of his students do not. There are some guys who will never be able to pull HB9′s no matter what. Like attracts like and +/- a point or two is the basic operating trend.

So yes, the detractors of game have a point i might concede in that some people who peddle game are really selling false hopes in order to monetize on the misfortunes of the beta to omega class. I’ll grant that.

I’m not one of them. I’m not peddling anything other than a collection of my stories and my transformation (and the odd rant or two about rape/sluts/frivorces/mens rights/mgtow advice/yadayada) nothing more.

So it hurts when people say that learning game is bogus, or it sucks that you have to act or pretend, and they feel like they’d be tired sooner or later having to keep up the facade.

When you fulfill your transformation, there is no facade.. there is only you.

It is not the spoon that bends, only your mind.

I can surely assure them and assuage their feelings that i am neither pretending to be someone else or faking anything. I am not ‘play acting’. I am the very same person who i was 20 years ago, in mind and spirit. The only thing that changed is how i present myself to the world.

Through my physical appearance, to the better fitting and fashionable clothes, to the grooming (and accepted loss of hair gone cue ball, embracing instead of ashamin’), to fixing my teeth, and learning both what women find attractive (and being able to fit in without much fuss), and knowing what they find unattractive (and knowing when and by how much to taper off the bad beta), and in knowing when not to partake in any drama or fuss (mgtow, knowing my objective real value, treating myself as the prize, no pussy pedestal, easy dismissal of entitled brats/whores).

Game isn’t all smoke and mirrors, fakery, pimp hats and feather boa’s. Those who are internally confident and sure of themselves can use game as a supplement and make it a  part of who they are, and it doesn’t come off as awkward, unnatural or pathetic. And you don’t get internally confident just by repeating pickup lines like a parrot. You can’t fake it for long, if at all. Once you fix the core, it’s not faking.

There’s no fakery when i can carry on a conversation with a women and lace it with sexual tension and innuendo, and hold eye contact throughout. 3 years ago i wouldn’t be able to say anything sexually charged without blushing and averting her eyes like a sheepish shy omega.

Those who dismiss game, are simply dismissing learning and mastering the ability to have control over ones actions. You can look at game as a means to learn shortcuts to attraction, but without the inner confidence of actually knowing it, you end up looking like a punk who writes cheques his body can’t cash. I look at game more as a means to help you prevent your beta/gamma unattractive traits from coming to the surface and letting ‘the real you’ shine through.

As i go through life now, i don’t think.. i just do. I’m not acting, I am ME. Inner game allowed me to become the best me possible. Game itself taught me how to curb my unattractive traits so that i only present the very best me possible at all times.

When i’m walking down the street with my head held high, walking tall, cock leading me.. i’m not acting. It is what i have become. 5 years ago i was a slouching, foot dragging, shoulders/head in front of cock beta.

When i’m telling a joke to a female, i smile, hold the gaze, laugh and keep my head face to face with my recipient. I do not stutter over my words, mess up punch lines, giggle throughout the joke, snort, or sheepishly look at the floor while in the company of women.

When i’m speaking with people, i’m cognoscent of how i speak, modulating the inflections of my voice, maintaining control, holding my frame and using gestures only when required. I speak like i walk, poised and with purpose. I am thinking about what i am going to say before i say it. What i don’t do is ramble, get stuck on ‘uhhh’s, let my voice enter tonal ranges of a prepubescent teenager, or flail my arms around like an airline ground traffic controller hopped up on speed and coke.

And yes, even something as simple as opening a door. I calculate in advance whether to pick up my pace to make it to the door in time, smoothly and effortlessly, or slow down if i feel i’m too far away. I open the door in one fluid motion and position myself in front of the door with ease, and attain eye contact, and smile. I do not run at a sprint towards the door, i do not make it obvious it was planned, i do not struggle with the door or flail like a flag in the wind. I don’t behave submissively at the door or look at the floor. I don’t park my ass behind the door.

And all this happens now without me consciously even thinking about it. There are moments where i falter or trip, but i recover so much quicker and easier as well.

These changes didn’t happen overnight, and it wasn’t parlor tricks or a wearing eye makeup and pretending to be a pirate.

These were life changes to make me better, while retaining the essence of who i was. I didn’t change, but what i presented to the world did!

Anyone who says that learning Game is basically acting or pretending to be someone you’re not simply hasn’t grasped how to effectively use it, and how to actualize their full potential.

I am still the exact same person i was 20 years ago. I am a geek. I love Transformers. I would play Dungeons and Dragons if i had the time and friends. I love technology. None of that has changed. But you would never imagine the night and day difference between me then and me now if you saw me next to my 20 year old beta shmuck self. And now that it has become a part of me and who i am, (and because i chose well in terms of who i partnered up with) it is not a chore, not a burden, not some terrible fate that i must continue to ‘pretend’ or ‘act’ or ‘behave’ in some manner that i will eventually get tired of or slip up and revert to beta. Having fully embraced being masculine.. it is not a chore, rather it is something i welcome and enjoy being. I stood in the frame and by golly… i kinda fucking like it here!

What has changed is how i present myself. I don’t make Transformers or video games the epicenter of my life like 20 years ago I’m not the bashful non-confident nerd of 15 years ago. I’m not the quiet meek voice of 10 years ago. I’m not the posture of a doormat i was 5 years ago. . everything about who i am now is having put into practice reclaiming my masculinity, and working hard to create real value in myself so my confidence in myself is also real and not just ‘acting’ or a parlor trick.

I simply upped my Game.

And the women have taken notice.

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RELATED:

Danny on how the outside matters but doesn’t matter.. it’s all about the ‘core’!

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Let the Free Market Decide – No Subsidies

July 17, 2013

Toronto. We’re all melting here. I fucking hate heat waves.

The sun is out, it’s sweltering, you head into the convenience store and open the mini freezer to pick out an ice cream bar. Two items catch your eye. They both look identical.

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Both sell for $3.99 (damn rippoff if you ask me).

So on the surface we see two delectable items that have the same investment cost, but we drill down a little deeper.

One is sold by Haagendaz, a company well renowned by connoisseurs of the sweet stuff. Known for their rich and creamy goods being of only the finest quality, even if fattening.. it’s the indulgence factor. Just ask Lindy West. We know what we’re getting here by the ingredients. Pure cream, sugar, caramel, chocolate coating and a sprinkle of nuts.

The other is sold by the Acme Biohazard Disposal Company. It comes in a plain plastic wrapper with a biohazard logo on it. It lists as it’s main ingredients seagull shit, diarrhea, aged semen and fever blister pus sprinkled with assorted abscess particles.

Seriously… at what point are you even going to entertain spending your money on a donkey diarrhea bar?

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Ian, Vox, Sexbots, MGTOW, Sports Metaphors, Dancing and a Man with Boobs. I mock it!

February 1, 2013

RedAlert

[Long post alert, con’t from previous post (link). Go get some coffee or just stop and come back later when you got time.]

To start this multiple intersecting post off, let’s start with an interesting post i discovered by RexPatriarch over here at Women Are The Ones Who Stress Being Alone Not Men

Now we’ve been around the block on this one a bunch of times, about the bullshit that’s pumped out by the lamestream about how important it is for men to marry IF they want less stress, health benefits, yada yada… you can just smell the drizzling of diarrhetic bullshit being sprayed from the back of this particularly sick and angry female cow. The whole MGTOW movement and the reciprocal banshee howls of the late 30′s women echoing over the night sky like the sound of a train horn carries on a rainy night are a testament to that bullshit. The good Captain quite effectively showed just how much fecal matter was ejected to build up this trope of men requiring women for longevity. If anything brings stress to a man’s life.. it’s usually having to deal with finding, then trying to keep a woman. And the stress goes through the roof if he fails to keep the women, along with most of his assets and children.

My own personal anecdote is that there is truth to the health benefits of pairing up.. but it’s quite overstated and the costs vastly underestimated. My personal tale was that of someone miserable and unwell until i banged a few strippers, which brought me to a heightened state of confidence but un-fulfillment. Hooking up with and getting engaged to my wife was my chicken soup for the soul moment and i will tell you, in the 3 years we were together, i think i maybe had one sore throat. I didn’t call in sick once. I remember one time she was getting over a really nasty flu and she sounded terrible, voice all raspy and fucked up, but she wanted to get frisky. I pounded the living daylights out of her, swapping spit and fluids like it was going out of style. And my immune system went beastmode on every bacteria or virus that tried to get into me. Hell, i felt like Superman.

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But of course, there’s that moment the study doesn’t talk about. You know.. the one where after 2 months of marriage counselling and seeing the life you built about to be taken apart brick by brick, and you didn’t even kiss your wife on New Years because the two of you aren’t talking and you know your marriage is now a lie? Yeah.. good ol’ January, the month of breakups and divorce. Two days after the new year started i got hit with a fever of 39.5 degrees Celsius that came and went 5 times over the course of two days. Then there were all the colds and malaise i developed over the course of 3 months while sleeping at my moms place wondering if anyone was fucking my ex back in MY condo where i let her stay because my beta ass couldn’t just kick her out. Or all the stress i endured cancelling credit cards and bank accounts, insurance policies on homes and cars and dealing with real estate brokers and lawyers to make sure i gave my ex more than i thought she was entitled to in hopes she wouldn’t take my ass to court. Bargaining under the shadow of the law they call it.

Yea… you know what. My cheap rent, paid off car, healthy credit rating, beer money and xbox are doing my health wonders. Is it as great as the 3 years i had with wifey? Hard to say. Physically i’m stronger and better looking than ever, healthier over all, with all the time to exercise that i require. I’m not in a stressful rat race to accumulate things to keep up with the jones’s. Would the addition of a nice warm body to lay with at night be better? A woman who will smile a precious smile and laugh like a bubbly teenager to one of my witty retorts? Obviously. But at what price is it worth to have? And at what cost is it worth to lock in for the long haul when the risk is so high? As Roosh would say.. just rent until the cost jacks up, and find a new place.

Sad? Yes… but i didn’t bring this on myself. Hence why it’s easier for me as MGMOW to be alone. Tougher when you’re a kid, easier when you’re in your prime years and not dependent upon the almighty pussy. It has no power over me.

Here’s what a lot of women need to grasp here. I’m going to use the recent NHL lockout as a metaphor here.

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So I’m at the coffee shop line-up on a cold morning when..

January 23, 2013
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You will never find a Tim Horton’s empty. Ever! This pic is just to show off my Photoshop magic!

.. i see the shape of a really hot looking blond in front of me in the line-up. I commiserate with my friend who came with me to Tim Horton’s that this woman in front of us was *my kinda lady*, to which he exclaimed “What… thin?”

[the running joke at our office is that i'm the only one that has standards that won't tap a fatty. Everyone else dies by the creed "It's all wet & pink in the end!" This my friends is the sentiment that has ruined my fair city and grown a generation of entitled slores that put the StayPufft marshmellow man to shame thinking they deserve well built men like me at their beckon call and that i should be so 'lucky' to get with them. I think i just puked in my mouth.]

I simply nod with his assessment of my shallowness and continue to eye this fine specimen in front of me.

Google Images is not playing nice so i had to create my own version. Ignore her holding a win bottle.

Google Images is not playing nice so i had to create my own version. Ignore her holding a wine bottle.

So as she’s standing there, my brain automatically does what i spoke about here at SSM’s place.. not unlike the Terminator’s red eye that tracks proportions to see whether clothes fit. My tracking eye tells me what lies beneath the clothes ;)

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  • 5’7″ -  perfect kissing height in 3 inch heels/booties

  • blonde (i prefer brunette but will not disqualify) with a pony tail of golden locks

  • toned legs in tights wearing cute/sexy ankle warmers and heels

  • the coat obscured the hip/waist ratio but the legs gave enough information to extrapolate proper dimensions of hawt tight bod

  • face… unable to scan… no data available… continue observation…

So as far as i can tell, from behind she earned the M3 seal of approval!

The Official Seal of the Internet

The Official Seal of the Internet

When she finished her order and turned around and i got a good look at her from the front…. gahhh!

WHAAAA?

WHAAAA?

*Possible* over exaggeration of woman’s age and my reaction.. possible.

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Is it Fair?

January 21, 2013

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Don’t shoot me, i’m just the messenger…

So i had a back and forth comment session with my friend Audi (the audacious amateur blogger) and it something occurred to me.

I’m conflicted.

See, i’ll share a little secret. I like her (shhhhh)

At it’s core lies this problem. She’s worried about spherian mentality about “The Wall” and “The Number” and natural consequences of actions. Part of my latent beta wants to don the suit of plate mail, climb the white horse and protect her as my conditioning under the the rules of GirlWorld commands me to. And another part of me, that itchy burning area of my rectum where the RedPill currently resides is telling me fuck it.. actions have consequences, take it like a man. Derrrrp.

This is a case of going before the judge and pleading that you didn’t know that pissing into the town square water fountain was a crime because there were no warning signs posted.. to which the judge harrumphs “IGNORANCE OF THE LAW IS NO EXCUSE” and slams the gavel down and chucks a hefty leather-bound book at you.

She has/had the same problem i did some 18 years ago… it’s called Naivete.

na·ive

adjective \nä-ˈēv, nī-\

1: marked by unaffected simplicity :artlessingenuous
2a: deficient in worldly wisdom or informed judgment; especially:credulous
b : not previously subjected to experimentation or a particular experimental situation <made the test with naive rats>;

Is it harsh to be judged and convicted for things done when you were simply following what you thought was the properly laid out doctrine to follow? Yes, yes it is. Especially if the rules you followed were crafted by a society that began an experiment to see if human behavior was indeed a social construct through conditioning and behavioral modification instead of something deeper and more innate… primal. And if it were the latter that was found to be the truth, could leeway be given to avoid the consequences of those actions done under sincere misguidance?

It’s something i wrestle with, because as a decent guy and human being, i wouldn’t want to see what i feel is an obvious good but naive kid who simply followed the path that was allowed for by this current society (a society i do wish to see at the bottom of Davey Jones locker btw) having to accept the consequences and punishment of our now evolved and well informed spherian understanding of a woman’s N and the cruelty of The Wall.

Yet one need only read this (which you probably already have) to realize that i myself, and untold countless millions of others have indeed already paid the loftiest price for being naive. The judges are still at it to this very day with the public trials of NiceGuys™ in the street, listening to the mobs yelling for the Jezebel executioner to throw the level and pull the floor out from under the condemned for their naive nature.

Is it fair that one side is made to suffer full consequences while the other gets a reprieve solely due to gender and timing?

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