Posts Tagged ‘the.wall’

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The Smell of Fear

December 4, 2013

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“Fear will keep the local systems in line. Fear of this battle station.”
Grand Moff Wilhuff Tarkin
The Tarkin Doctrine

Fear is what keeps people in line. It’s why abusers do what they do. The person with power asserts it over the one who has none. I just had a conversation with a guy on facebook who’s wife want’s ‘some space’. She’s asserting her power over a man who is too terrified of the prospect of losing her. He would take any type of abuse in order to hold on. I told him “Why would she respect you when it’s obvious you don’t have any respect for yourself?” Hopefully he takes my advise and tells her they are separating. If she accepts easily, he gets his answer that it was over long ago. If she reconsiders and starts pleading or negotiating, at least he gets to discuss from his feet and not from his knees.

But there is another kind of abuse done out of fear. The ones perpetuated by those with the most to lose in a situation, and an inability to control the circumstances around them.

The Wall.

The wall is something most women have to look forward to and deal with. Always have, always will. Tho back in the day, it was mitigated by a whole host of factors before feminism came sweeping in with such bullshit tropes as people being attracted to others minds over physical markers of beauty and health.

Sheer projection. Women always crafted attraction of men based on how men behave, how well read they are, how intelligent they are, savvy and suave.. masters of their interactions. Personality is 80% of attraction wrt to what attracts women to men. This does not hold in reverse for men.

So as i was saying, back in the day, women avoided the perils of the wall by doing a number of mitigating things. We called this period ‘Patriarchy’ … lol. No, but we did call it Pre-Feminism. A period where mothers and grandmothers taught their daughters the reality of how to behave and what to do with the best of intentions to make sure they secured the best possible life for them and the overall growing family.

  1. They married at the height of their SMV to secure the best man possible.
  2. They were taught to seek out good quality provider and protector men, and warned not to succumb to the wiles of cads who would not stay and leave them to bear children in poverty.
  3. They were taught not to be a slut or a whore as it would lower her value in the eyes of prospective bachelors
  4. They gave men of 1-2 points less SMV a valid shot at courtship to show their true quality and potential growth vectors
  5. They were told that men would ‘grow’ into their higher value as they aged and became more wise and knowledgeable.
  6. They knew as they aged and got older, their own looks would fade while their husbands SMV would rise, thus balancing out the initial SMV disparity
  7. They knew by seeing their parents that loving bonds formed early in life when at their most attractive peak carried on in loving memories by the husband for the wife of his youth.

Alimony was created to help keep women who made that great sacrifice early on (their youth and fertility, their help to raise the family, their support of the husband in his career advancement.. all at the cost of her own future should he leave) to keep her from being penalized for putting all her eggs in a shitty basket. A penalty bestowed upon a man who took a woman gift of youth and traded it up after years of dutiful service and support of the husband.

That was then.. this is now. A time now when women are encouraged to slut around with zero apparent repercussions in a culture that gorges on pretty lies. Hypergamy gone wild. Female mating interests and selection altered by the pill. Daddy government to provide, no need for men. Jobs and income creating independence from men, higher education and status, driving hypergamic expectations beyond the stratosphere. All driven by feminism. Driven away from the divine knowledge of the women of yesterday.. driven into madness.

Feminism told them many wrong things that have now turned many women into fearful creatures that will lash out in all directions because of that fear.

I present to you Melanie Sykes

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I will give credit where credit is due. At 43, she looks very good at her age.

“They say time is the fire in which we burn. Right now, Captain, my time is running out.”

Dr. Soran
ST: Generations

But she’s not 23.

And she knows it.

And she’s frightened.

Her time is running out, especially when juxtaposed next to her 23 year old lover-boy toy. He will soon reach a moment where his SMV drastically rises beyond what it already is, while hers will begin to plummet rapidly. And she has no control over any of it as she begins to conceptualize a life without power and a life after her 5 minutes of Alpha.

The horses are about to flee the barn, never to return.

She’s 43 and about to hit a wall  (a wall that has been postponed miraculously through genetics, personal trainers, and her media/celebrity elevated position)  that no amount of botox, oil of olay or surgery will prevent from her from hitting. She’s ridden on her looks as far as she could take that train ride. For all intents and purposes, she’s been enjoying the company of a 23 year old male gigolo, an alpha stallion.. a true euphemism for riding the cock carousel.

She knows that moment is coming. It’s not a matter of if, but when.

And the kicker?

They’re married, it will be interesting to see if alimony works in reverse and he gets his payday! It’s equality right? How much could he possibly make compared to her? The possibility of a Frivorce, leaving her for someone younger, and collecting her cash and prizes, and leaving her to begin entertaining either extremely old men she can’t stomach, or continue being a pump and dump to the stars who will enjoy a night with her, but will look towards younger starlets to wife up.

Fear. The one in the relationship that has the most to lose fears the most. Insecurity breeds fear.

It’ s easy to conceive of a million arguments that could have precipitated the reason why she ended up assaulting him. Billy from RoK says it’s by calling her a Slut, and i’d rightly agree. But another vector is to be the proverbial mirror, and remind a woman of the deep dark truth, as a mirror would.. that without a lifetime of memories to put ‘wife goggles’ on a man.. an old aged woman is just that. Old. And aged. And all the men she would like to settle down with, will all be looking 5 to 10 years beneath her.

If only she had a mother of patriarchy to guide her.

She had the entire first half of her life having all the power. Now she will watch as it begins to slip away. Is It Fair? Evolution seems to think so.

Now i might be picking on an extreme case of age disparity but it still amounts to the same principle in action. Everything that can be said about her relationship with her boytoy can be overlaid on some of the current Sex and the City couplings out there.

Today women are setting themselves up for disaster. Age and SMV disparity of epic proportions leave women in fear of their insecurity that they will be left for someone younger as they will already be in advanced age entering the ‘commitment zone/marriage’. They will also be making enough for alimony to now be claimed by men.

Welcome to the future.

This is a feminist future and nightmare.

But don’t worry, there is still hope for the older single ladies HERE and HERE. Should be able to squeeze a few more years of getting pumped and dumped out of those.

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What Mortal Kombat taught me about the Game

July 31, 2013

“Why do you even bother asking me to play against you.. you KNOW you are going to win. You KNOW i can’t beat you. There is no point in me picking up the controller. It’s a foregone conclusion. So why do YOU want to play? What pleasure do YOU get from beating an opponent who can’t challenge you? Is it because there’s NO challenge? Is it because it’s easy and fun to play when you CAN’T lose?

I can’t wait to see you play someone who’s better than you, and he kicks your ass. You’ll probably suck out, start crying and never play the game again.”

- My Brother Chris

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Quick post and related to TarnishedSophia’s comment here:

“Even a high-N man only has value up to a certain point. Look at men such as Roosh…he claims to have had sex with hundreds of women, and without using protection! There is a point where having multiple partners becomes a point of contention, and it becomes clear that you are no longer having/sharing sex…you’re just rutting with anything that moves, like an extremely primitive animal in heat.”

Sophia’s comment reminded me of my youth and something that transpired an age ago.

One of those lessons someone teaches you that you don’t grasp until many years later.

And it’s the reason the double standard applies.

My Mortal Kombat story is if anything, absolutely NOT a story about my being an alpha, or becoming one. Hell i wouldn’t even call myself one now.. but does share a common tangent with what it takes to become one, and why it can be respected EVEN once you take it to the point of abuse, as Sophia lays claim to folks like Roosh.

See, i admire Roosh.

I do not admire or aspire to be a flag snatching, notch counting, bang getting, pussy slaying poon vampire who is enslaved to seeking out new victims to drain of their life force in a never ending conquest to treat other humans (however ignorant, solipsistic or repugnant and feminist-like they *might* be) as straight up living masterbation tools and warm cum dumpsters.

It’s not in me.

I’d rather filter, and end up with what i knew i wanted right from the start. No matter how long it takes (almost 2 yrs for me). I won’t entertain shit for a shot at pussy.

But i still can respect the feat for what it is, no matter what the final consequence or damage that might be inflicted upon Roosh’s soul. I suspect even he knows this.. but that’s for him to wrestle with. Hell, even Gene Simmons settled down, so maybe Roosh will find his.

I mean.. Mark Minter found his right?

So how does Roosh tie in with my Mortal Kombat youth and the double standard? I’ll try and explain. Hopefully it won’t come out convoluted.

Back in the 90’s, on my Sega Genesis, i got good at MK2. I mean REALLY good. I learned all the classic ninja’s moves (Scorpion/SubZero/Reptile). I was so adept at reading the animations of the characters initial frames.. i could practically tell what my opponent would do before he/she actually made the move. I knew every move, block, counter and finishing move.

This is all hardly alpha, i know. Bear with me.

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Odds, Ends, Thoughts, Musings, Reflections and Other Stuff

July 27, 2013

Questions Part 2 will take a back seat for a day or two or more, depending on how i feel. It’s ready to go, but i feel i need to get some things off my chest first before i release it.

1. Commenter Ariel left a comment here on my last post, a comment i can’t really place as to whether she was angry about that specific post, or talking about another post and she accidentally cross posted the comment. The comment was all over the map and it felt out of place. In any case i simply wanted to understand the proper context of the comment and mention the following, unless she’s commenting about my whole blog in generel.  Ariel wrote:

“What happened to you? You are happy. You have love. You … Have a women who you hold in high esteem and bask in her reciprocation of this heavenly emotion”

I still am wondrously happy with a woman i adore. There is an aura of love, adoration and caring. I am the masculine to her feminine. I do hold her in high esteem and cherish the reciprocation. She looks up to me and respects my wit, intelligence, deep logic and dedication to building a body she simply loves to ravish. All of it true.

This does not change the fact that i write a blog for men (and women) under the aspect of helping blue pill men and guiding them into the red, and help women understand there are consequences to actions and behaviors, and try to steer them to avoid those bad behaviors where possible and enhance the good ones wherever possible. If a strong, sexy, dominant, knows what he wants, takes no shit redpill man is what you want.. then you need to accept redpill thinking from men. I write about my experiences. I write about what i find appropriate and inappropriate. I don’t tell anyone what they should do in life, i tell them what *I* think. I do not put a gun to men’s heads and say “You have to do this or that!”, I promote my ideals in the free marketplace of idea’s where they will either be adopted by men, or they won’t. If enough men think that what i’m saying sounds good and act on it.. it’s not for you to say “You promote hate against sluts and your generalizations are all wrong and STFU and keep quiet because you poison people”. What you must do is introduce your own idea’s.. and if they are sound and reasonable, people will adopt your ideals over mine.

That’s how the free market works. Offer the men a better choice, and they will take it.

“You lost me.”

I’m sorry that’s the way you feel. I’d rather you stayed to discuss and debate seeing as how i enjoy having women bring their point of view to my table, but it’s ultimately your choice. I’m not going to stop promoting the idea that a world with fewer sluts is good thing for civilization. I’m not going to stop trying to dissuade an impressionable young women from jumping on the carousel because i believe many men, myself included, prize a women who treated her sexuality like a gift to be shared respectfully with only men who proved themselves to be of utmost value.. not something to be frittered away to just those who would use her as a warm masturbatory tool. I’m not going to stop telling severely overweight people to expect high physical SMV beauty in their partner that they’re unable to work for in themselves. I’m not going to stop cluing women into the reality of the wall and to prioritize marriage and children over partying and careers. I’m not going to stop being the boogyman who warns of future spinsterhood to women who ape masculine traits they adore that men do not adore in women. I’m not going to indulge women in the unrealistic idea of having it all.

I can never have it all, but i did the hard work and looked inward to make the most of the situation and the time i have left. Just because i’m riding a high now does not mean i’ll shutter up the blog, silence my voice and stop telling guys in less fortunate situations what i think they should aspire for instead of settling for what the femcentric society tells them they should accept. I’m not going to abandon them just because i left the ghetto for the gated community…

I haven’t forgotten where i came from.

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Online Dating – Toronto PoF Edition

June 4, 2013

Private Man’s post over here reminded me of one such incident i had a while back that was post worthy, but i never got around to. I also had a very insightful chat with a very good woman who i had mischaracterized in one of my posts called TOXIC WATERS. She actually emailed me and asked me to redact her info [And i obliged. Turns out she’s very much a girl like Stingray and just happened to write one silly line i grabbed onto while looking for monsters to kill the night i made that post. She got caught in my net.]

With that behind us.. welcome to Online Dating in Toronto!

What it felt like around here for a while.

Kill it with Fire!

Keep in mind:

  1. This took place a few months ago, before i found my girl
  2. I was punching well “below” my weight here (explain in a second)
  3. I bit my tongue and went above and beyond a gentlemanly response.

I had a telephone chat with Danny during and around the Christmas break and was telling him that i was intentionally punching below my weight.. more as an experiment and less as a means of finding someone. I wanted to see the dysfunction of the SMP for myself by actively courting the lesser averages to the dregs of the SMP to see whether they knew their own correct value.

Aside from most women not even responding (thus telling me they are either inundated with emails, simply there for ego validation, extremely skewed in their belief they can hold out for Brad Pitt.. or fake profiles) I did get a few responses that told me everything i needed to know about today’s dating scene, online or otherwise that would guide my future fore into the world of courtship. A world where i would not court based on placating or jumping hoops, but effectively screening these same dregs away with a filter that would make Sir. HEPA proud.

And i consequently did that by writing the most up front, no nonsense, high word count, character limit profile of my life on PoF. One that had women actively soliciting me, more so just to tell me they appreciated a man who knows what he wants even if we weren’t compatible. It also helped me end up where i am today.

But on this one day (which i could accurately say was the majority of my days on PoF and OKC) i ran into women like this one.. who if they responded.. were trouble right from the start.

Perhaps they were burned once too often by alpha’s and pua’s that they were simply reacting instead of thinking? Perhaps.. guess they still have a ways to go before they learn how to build a better filter. This one certainly has much work left ahead of her:

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So here i find this girl who has an ‘average‘ body type (which in online dating runs the gamut between the threshold of a cutey with just a small layer of baby fat over the belly and big dimples to the outer limits of swimming with the Manatees). I took a stab at this one who i garnered was below me in terms of SMV since:

  • She smokes / I don’t (except on holidays derp)
  • She’s getting over the hill / i’m hitting my prime
  • She’s average body type / i’m p90x styels
  • She’s got high school / i’ve got some business college cred
  • She’s 5’1 and i’m towering over her at 5’11 so her average is spread out over a smaller frame, and she gets her requirement of a tall man met as well

In the SMV sweepstakes, i’m blowing this girl out of the water, yet here i am basically scuttling my own Battleship by sinking it in order to meet her (or creating an artificial reef for her to lay waste to school’s of plankton). Objectively speaking this can’t be denied.

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Wrong Conclusions Corrected

May 23, 2013

How to improve female fertility: avoid selfish men DON’T BE A FUCKING MANLY AGGRESSIVE UNFEMININE BITCH

There… fixed it for you ya Guardian editors!

I’ll be back to more regular shit soon (there’s a fibre joke for ya) :)

 

[edit NOW]

I had to come back to this and add a few points

Moreover, when are we, as a society, going to address a painful truth: that where timing is concerned, female fertility is not, as is often supposed, controlled exclusively by women, but also very much in the power of the men they are with?

Yes.. painful to know that men should have a say in when they become fathers.

Fucking misandrist fucktards.

However, GBF taps into the culture of misogyny surrounding female fertility. It feeds the urban myth of women “refusing” to have children because of careers, partying, or holding out for Leonardo DiCaprio.

This is an urban myth? GTFO! I thought it was feminist mantra to go after career first and that anything less was a “WASTE OF YOUR LIFE”…

Even not finding the right man often turns out to be a euphemism for: “I met him, I spent years with him, but ultimately, he wouldn’t have children.” Put bluntly, many of these women at their fertile peak didn’t refuse anything, their men did.

Yes. I’m sure the fact that you were such horrible wife/mother material played no role in these men refusing to put their arse on the divorce/alimony/child support firing line…

Like it or not, this is how men influence female fertility and, ultimately, female infertility. The mere thought is enough to inspire feminist panic: women, not men, should control their fertility. Who could disagree?

(raises hand) … ME.

Such men may feel that the relationship isn’t right, or don’t want their freedom curtailed, or other reasons, all as valid as a woman making similar decisions.

Ok.. now you’re starting to sound smart…

It only becomes unfair, verging on selfish, when men keep such insights to themselves for too long. These are the time-wasters, what I’d term the fertility-drifters, who think nothing of keeping women dangling for years on end.

Or perhaps the women deluded themselves into thinking the alpha’s found them worthy of mating with? Are you trying to say these women didn’t have a plethora of other men to choose from, since biologically speaking.. women are the ones that allow sex to happen. Are you removing agency from these women and calling them simpleton children unable to figure out for themselves whether a situation is not moving forward to their liking?

It’s not that these women are pathetic wimps, rather that often they can’t win: if they push, they’re pushy (humiliating); if they don’t push, if they’re respectful and patient, they’ll waste even more time.

Yup. Denying agency, making excuses and treating like children. Check. Check. Check.

No one shows a man mercy when he marries a gold digger who spends him into oblivion and then leaves him for another man and seeks alimony on top of it. They always say “Shoulda chose better” or “You were only thinking with your dick” etc…

If you waste your fertility chasing bad boys or diplomas.. or you were an overly aggressive and unfeminine beast.. and you don’t end up marrying, having a family during your fertile years.. it’s your own damn fault and not any mans.

Aim early when you’re at the top of your game.

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Date Down

January 29, 2013

Super quick post.

There’s a current meme developing in the comment section on both The Rational Male and The Private Man where the female commenters are basically going to this argument:

If you want a relationship, stop shooting for the stars and stop punching above your weight. Date down, start choosing plump 4’s and 5’s.

Now most of the male commenters like Deti and FuriousFerret have done amazing counter arguments but i would simply like to say this.

If you’re saying all my problems are because i’m shooting too high and i should date down.. while i’m at my physical best, absolute peak, tip top, and getting better..

..why aren’t women ‘dating down’ and choosing betas/deltas/gammas/omega shlubs at the height of their power when they’re young?

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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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