Posts Tagged ‘wisdom’

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Do You Feel Lucky Punk? Well… Do Ya?

December 21, 2013

ED: Side note. I’m thoroughly pissed off because i already had this post done up and ready to send, but because my wordpress phone app didn’t have the new security 2 step authentication enabled, it only saved it to local drafts. When i finished the process, my local drafts got wiped. Stupid fucking app.

OK, from my memory.

Protip: If you ever find yourself telling yourself you are so lucky to be with your partner, you might as well pack it in, tag it and bag it. What you are admitting to is that you don’t deserve the relationship you have. You aren’t good enough for it. You haven’t earned it. You haven’t worked for it and are probably being used for something. Your relationship is terminal and running on borrowed time.

You are inherently telegraphing that your SMV balance is woefully tipped in her favor and that she holds all the power in the relationship and that you are simply just grateful that she is MERCIFULLY putting up with your pathetic self.

The only person in a relationship that should be “FEELING” lucky about anything is the woman. Now i know that might piss some femmies off, because you know.. Vagina. They would loathe the idea that they have to be the ones to feel ‘lucky’.. that it should be instead guys who should feel so lucky to be partnered with them, their big Wymins studies brains, their bigger Michelin Man physiques, or their biggest personalities! But trust me here. If women want to be happy, and if a relationship is to survive.. it is SHE who must FEEL lucky.

Without her feeling that, the relationship will not matter. The golden rule of all relationships – It is not how you (the man) feel that is important, it is how the woman feels.* Of course, game gives you an edge/advantage in that you know both how to instill and create this feeling within her, it also eliminates the one-i-tus that could potentially trap you into being a slave to keep a shitty relationship. Rather it lets you assert yourself authoritatively to either correct the problem or NEXT her if it’s not worth the effort.

[*This only pertains to 'normal' LTR relationships with fairly mentally stable women. Emotionally broken/daddy's issues girls who gravitate towards abusive bad boys don't fit this mold because the bad boy doesn't care how the woman feels yet she persists on sticking to him like a fly to shit. For her, she always feels like the lucky one. She's so lucky to have a guy who cares. She can tell how much he cares by the amount of force in his punches lol! Only a guy who cares that much will set her straight and put her in her place lolzlzozlzo. 2nd protip: if you're looking for a real relationship, avoid these broken birds like the plague]

A woman MUST feel lucky in her relationship in order to look up to and respect her man. She has to feel lucky in having attained you to satiate her hypergamy. She must believe that she has snagged a man above other men, a man that all the other girls wanted. She has to feel that she hooked a man above her station to satiate her feminine need to challenge other women in the Olympics of Inter-sexual competition.

She has to believe she’s lucky to have eeked the GOLD MEDAL in those Olympics from all the other ‘adversaries’.

I’ll say it again. The only person who should ever consider themselves ‘lucky’ to be with someone in a relationship should be the female. It can’t work the other way around. It would be folly and destined for disaster.

You as a guy can feel happy and great about your choice of companion or love interest. You can feel proud and secure in the fact that you did all that was necessary to instill in a woman you desired, a sexy, smart, adorable, bang-able, high SMV cutie the feeling of wanting to claim you for herself. And if she’s exceptionally beautiful, bangable, and makes you the king of your castle, looks up to you and respects you.. and you’re ugly as fuck… well shit. You got some seriously tight game son. You might even admit to yourself that you landed yourself someone way outside your pay grade that you normally wouldn’t have. You might almost say you punched well above your weight and got lucky.. except you didn’t.. because you’re not… you EARNED IT.

YOU, as a guy should NEVER feel lucky to be with the woman you are with.  The second you enter the “I’m so lucky!” zone a countdown begins. A countdown to disintigration.

Whether it be 20 years, 20 months, 20 weeks, 20 days, 20 hours, 20 fucking minutes or heaven help you…

20 seconds!

Jamaican bride dumps new husband 20 MINUTES after arriving in the UK… and guess who paid for her £5k visa

‘Of course I was pinching myself over how lucky I’d been to end up with such a beautiful young woman. But the relationship was getting better over time so I wasn’t suspecting any kind of sting operation.’

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As If I Needed An Example of Unconstructive Anger

December 6, 2013

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As if it right on que, Vox over at AlphaGame delivers a perfect example of my observation that women, when presented with the reality of how things actually work – they lose their shit.

Can you imagine how much laughter women would engage in if Omega’s swamped the forums chastising women for not seeing their online video gaming and socially awkward behavior as attractive, going so far as to blast all women for not finding their World of Warcraft sexually desirable by stating:

“The truth is that all the men that are ”pissed off” are just very saddened by the level of female stupidity.”

Quote adapted from Luka’s quote on AlphaGame

You hear that women! To those of you who scream “YOU CAN’T NEGOTIATE DESIRE” i say PAH! You can and you WILL if you know what’s good for you. You like confident, dominant, alpha men that make your blood race and you’re lower lips wet between your hips? You stupid bitch.. you should be going after those lanky, pimply faced nerds playing D&D in their mothers basement!

Please go over and read his post Short-haired humor.

Then if you have to, re-read Where Anger Leads.

Off The Cuff’s advice twisted to fit what feminism asks of society:

There are two components of Feminist though: getting women to first *abandon* reality and to impose their preconceived notions of how things should work, and then, shaming men into accepting that worldview.

The former drives the latter.

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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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Comedians were the original Redpill dispensers

July 2, 2013

This guys just a walking Pharmaceutical of crimson pills

I give the manosphere credit for putting me on the path to understanding, knowledge, encouragement, education and interaction long enough to digest and internalize it.

But it was there all along in the form of comedy.

I guess comedy offered up too much plausible deniability. How else can you explain women laughing at jokes in a club that they’d hammer you with their purse with for in real life.

The hamster brain goes to sleep during comedy hour.

Notice how men can for a brief moment in time, rally around Chris Rock and cheer on his truth where individually any man from that crowd making the same point in a club, on the street, in his place of work, etc.. would be destroyed by the hamster, white knight mangina brigade.

Comedians always had the answers. Most of us just watched and laughed at the truth for that brief moment because it was safe to do so.

The sphere has turned that moment into a something much longer.

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ps. notice there has never been a funny feminist? why? because all good comedy is based on underlying unspoken truths, taboo or otherwise.

When was the last time you knew a feminist who spoke the truth?

And there’s your answer :)

02Honorable mentions go to Seth MacFarlane of “Family Guy” episodes:

I Am Peter, Hear Me Roar

and

The Giggity Wife

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Just Four Guys i’d like you to meet

June 29, 2013

Back in the good old days when i frequented HUS, there was a great collection of male input speaking a vast amount of wisdom and truth. Things would get contentious and some of us remember the history that went down after that. Some voices left, others carried on.

Recently i was made aware of a new blog featuring 4 guys who are passionate about getting facts out and cutting through the noise and the bullshit.

I write to entertain mostly. If you pick up a nugget of wisdom through my own life experiences then hot diggity dog.

But these guys write with purpose and poise, back everything they say with facts, evidence, studies and so forth.. and present it in a non-combative, non confrontational manner, a skill i sorely lack ;)

The reason i find a site like this important is that while we both fight the same fight, theirs has the truest potential for resonating with the outside world and making a difference where it counts. I guess you could say i’m already preaching to the choir a bit, and my inflammatory rhetoric will entertain those already sucking on redpill, but will be hard pressed to win converts, tho a few of you fine ladies who call yourself readers of M3 are the pinnacle of womanhood ;) hehe. But any woman just coming across this site still full of her own solipsistic point of view, still unaware of her own hypergamous nature, still being cajoled by the feminine imperative and still being sold a world view of Princess behavior from the ignorant and professional victimhood from the Femcuntista.. well chances are they will bolt through the door relatively quickly.

But it’s hard to bolt when your being told in a calm, rational, non combative manner actual facts and statistics.

When i made the post Turning Point to show people that more and more men were consciously waking up and through the power of the internet, able to see other men starting to stand up and assert their facts, not be hamfisted or shamed or guilted into hiding under a rock for having or espousing these views, i saw the future. A future i wrote about in my About Me page when i first started my blog:

Who I am is not important. I’m just another voice. Just one more twig that can be broken.

But if you collect a large volume of twigs and combine them, the resulting mass becomes nigh unbreakable.

I lend my voice to the manosphere to add one more twig to the growing movement that allows us as men to make it known that our interests matter, what we feel matters, what we say matters and that we have a right, the human right to go about our own way to pursue a life of freedom and happiness as we see fit.

The reason the internet was so important was that it allowed us to collect our individual voices and support each other. With each additional voice of support behind us, no longer did we feel intimidated to shut up and be quite when we felt the need to challenge a feminist trope or lie. We didn’t have to fear an onslaught of female herdlike commentary using the fear of exclusion from society as a means to control the narrative. In the past you could have 50 women and 50 men in one room, and have one women say a blatant lie and the other 49 would just agree, even tho all 50 men knew it was bullshit, if one had the temerity to stand up and call it.. none of the other men would back him up for fear of women’s punishing wrath, woman scorned and all. Don’t rock the boat, let the women peddle their lies, as long as we’re getting sex.

The internet changed the rules. The internet is what will kill feminism. Count on it.

And that’s where JustFourGuys comes in. Where it would be easy to use my rhetoric against me and call me a raving misogynist (even tho we all know i’m not :P) you’d be hard pressed to read over their site and find even a hint of it. It’s actually funny watching a thread like this one where HanSolo debated an obvious feminist troll and every rational thinking person on the planet without brain damage will see that the only person who carries hate for someone based on gender is the person he’s debating. And by clearly and calmly using evidence and statistics and facts, he rallies others around him and lets the feminazi skywaverly hang herself on her own vicious stupidity, arrogance and ignorance.

End of shameless plug. Go check them out.

JustFourGuys.com

Han Solo brings a scientific and logical rigor that combines data analysis with seeking the root causes of the phenomena we see, plus lots of personal experience in dating women. He has the perspective of being highly restricted in sexual behavior back when he was highly religious–a voluntary virgin until a rather late age–and then going to the “dark side” of casual sex. However, all is not lost and he eventually wants to marry and have children. He grew up in the middle class but has also worked in the upper middle-class world of consulting and amongst Nobel laureate scientists.

Obsidian brings years of blogging and a wealth of knowledge from the realms of evolutionary psychology, along with street-level experience of game, relationships and the black community in the US, often seen as a harbinger of what may befall the rest of society if current trends continue.

Ted offers his logical analysis of how to be both successful and unsuccessful in marriage and choosing a wife and how things are like in the middle and lower-middle class world that often gets ignored by the elites. Ted cannot fathom ever engaging in casual sex–he likes to think of himself as a grumpy old young bastard but we all know he’s a good guy–and is a devoted family man.

Morpheus has a sharp mind and offers keen insights into the sociosexual world we’re in. He loves to seek out logically consistent and deep explanations. He also offers important knowledge about fitness and finance that the common man can apply.

RELATED:

Women Against Feminism

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My stance on Fat Shaming

June 10, 2013

A lot has been said about the fat girl who posed with the slim built guy in protest of Abercrobie&Fitch.

I’m going to keep this short.

No one should be made to feel horrible or ashamed for how they look. No one. I don’t shame anyone for being fat in and of itself.

I have a problem with hypocrites tho, those who pretend to take a stand of sorts, which is standing for inequality and doing the easy thing.. not the hard thing.

No one can claim to deign what is and isn’t attractive to another human being. This is the lesson of the manosphere. Attraction just is. You being angry because a guy doesn’t find you sexually appealing because you are fat is no different than you not being attracted to the guy who lives in his moms basement at the age of 35 while playing WoW on Xbox and Dungeons and Dragons on the weekend.

I am saying this because i have never gone out of my way to intentionally harm someone else’s esteem, especially those who know their esteem is already low. It’s like kicking  lame horse.

There was a time when i was kicked. For both being fat, and for being the beta unattractive loser unworthy of a relationship.

So i get it.

I also keep stressing i know many people in real life, who are ‘big’.. who are the nicest people you would meet. Perhaps humility and humble come from adversity, and never having had the silver spoon in the mouth. Just a theory.

But..

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Here’s my problem with the whole Militant Baker protest.

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Time to use the “L” Word?

May 31, 2013

I’m leaving.. on a jet place.. don’t know whe…

actually by car. And i’ll be back soon. But wanted to leave you with this little touching post until i come back, and i think i’m going to write a post about NAWALT.. because lately i have seen the good that many women do and are capable of.

When one stews in the bowels of the sphere long enough, you could be forgiven for actually turning into a misogynist. I strive to make this place one where women of decent character, insight and critical thinking to speak, to show that we don’t hate people because of their gender.. we only hate stupidity and stupid people. (I Hate mangina’s.. does that make me a misandrist too?)

Anyhow, i wish to leave you with this little exchange i had with my beautiful, athletic, kind, thoughtful, considerate, feminine, critical thinking, introspective, health conscious and workout woman on instant message. I think i may be falling in luh… luhhh… luhhhhhhffffffuh..

:P

Enjoy!

2:38pm – My Girl: My company is organizing a day on [date]. We should go. Sans kids.
2:38pm – M3: Lots of sunblock
2:38pm – My Girl: And a big hat.
2:38pm – M3: Lemme check my sched
2:41pm – M3: Looks good
2:42pm – My Girl: :) I’ll let you know once we’ve booked it officially.
2:43pm – My Girl: FYI. I might need to help out for a bit, in the morning, to take attendance.
3:00pm – M3: That’s cool, I’ll just stand around and flap my arms like a vulture while making turkey gobble noises. If anyone asks I’ll say I’m your mate :D
3:03pm – My Girl: :P Hahahaha. You wouldn’t, would you?! Lol.
3:13pm – M3: Ever watch Ave Ventura?
3:15pm – My Girl: Yep. I did. It’s the first thing I thought of.
3:15pm – M3: I should get his shirt :|
3:16pm – My Girl: Okay. Will it be for indoor use? Like as a PJ? :p
3:17pm – M3: Hells no! It will be my formal shirt!
3:18pm – My Girl: If you wear that, I’m going to wear a Lululemon outfit.
3:18pm – M3: Mmmm lululemon
3:19pm – My Girl: It’s supposed to embarrass you!
3:20pm – My Girl: I’ll dress like Lady Gaga!
3:21pm – M3: Like those creatures from Silent Hill? Awesome!
3:22pm – My Girl: Ugh. I can’t embarrass you at all! Lol.
3:22pm – My Girl: What if I dressed like a corporate schmuck? Will that embarrass you?
3:22pm – My Girl: Clown outfit?
3:22pm – My Girl: Teletubbie?
3:24pm – M3: Wear a shirt that says “this is what a feminist looks like”.. That’ll do it
3:25pm – My Girl: :D
3:25pm – My Girl: I’m sooooo not a feminist. I’m what feminists can’t stand.
3:36pm – M3: :) as I said,  that shirt would make me turtle.. Or force me to wear a shirt that says “I’m with stupid” o_O
3:38pm – My Girl: That’s a mean shirt. I would never do that to you. That would be grounds for a break up$
3:39pm – M3: \(^_^)/
3:39pm – M3: You’re getting an extra helping of cuddles and orgasms this weekend
3:40pm – My Girl: :D :D :D :D

I am ze locksmith of love, no?

Have a great weekend everyone!

How appropriate… child like mentality and emotionality.

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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) :)

 

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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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Adaption

February 2, 2013

Quick post and a test of creating a post from my Google Nexus 7 WordPress app.

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Was working the bench press last night with my friend and probably tried to push out one too many reps. Form went south and was arching my back a little too much, cheating to get the last ones up. I knew I was going to pay for it.

This morning I was sore but didn’t think anything of it. I’ve been sore before. So i went of to play some hardcore Olympic level table tennis with the Zen master.. A man twice my age and impossibly full of energy reserves mere mortals don’t have. He’s a terminator.. I’m positive of this.

He’s mentoring a young kid into ping pong, and today he and his father were there to watch the two of us have an epic battle.

2nd game in, my back had other ideas. I felt it, that split second where you know if you finished the motion, you’d be on the ground and need to be carried home. I stopped just short. I wasn’t down for the count but I knew I was fucked. I couldn’t stand tall, I couldn’t run from left to right, I couldn’t put any pressure on my back.

2 games in. Fuck. This would be a huge letdown for the father and son. I looked at Zen master and meekly grimaced, stood up slowly and said I had pulled something, but wasn’t going to use it as an excuse, to hit me with all he had. The kid came to see a war, wasn’t about to give him less.

The first few matches were a joke as I tried to figure a way to counter his shots and go for kill shots of my own. Without my prior range or mobility he was tearing me apart. But with each game I was forced to examine patterns, rely more on spin and accuracy, and most importantly, just get the ball to his side of the table and force him to make an error.

While he kept beating me, they weren’t resounding victories. I kept pace. I stated returning shots to the corners forcing him to bounce from end to end, thus keeping me in the center. I stopped using crazy spins on the serve and lobed them to just barely clear the net, forcing him to lob the returns high into the air giving me the advantage to make him start running left to right or just to smash it back down with a killer backhand which does not require back strength.

By the end I still only ended up winning about 4 games of 20… And lost our best of nine series ender 5 to 3. But they were all close games, half going into overtime where you need to win by 2 points.

Adapt. It’s what we do when we encounter change. The world is always changing, always evolving, sometimes for good, sometimes for ill. It helps us overcome obstacles and be resilient. Ask a paraplegic or someone wearing a prosthetic limb. It’s what you do when faced with a choice of doing something you don’t want to do to proceed forward or do nothing and be left behind.

The kid wanted an Olympic war, and I couldn’t give it to him by doing what worked in the past, so I had to adapt quickly, learn, experiment, grow. And for it we gave him a great show that will encourage him to continue learning the game under Zen master and put a smile on both dad and sons face.

The alternative was doing nothing and driving home.

To anyone who tells you game is smoke and mirrors, what they’re telling you is to go home. Learn game. Adapt. The goalposts have moved and there’s nothing you can do to change that. Learn how to rid yourself of traits that get you disqualified from playing.

You have a choice. Adapt or quit.

Now if you excuse me.. I need to go hobble off to my bed like the hunchback of Notre Dame now and wait for the Advil 500′s to kick in. Nobody said adapting was painless. Nothing worthwhile ever is.

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Sent from my tablet. You see a spelling mistake, its the tablets fault.

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The Fly on the Wall Reports Back on “Girls Night”. Sluts shame good girls.

January 27, 2013

Before i start this post let me just get a couple small items off my list.

1. To everyone asking about my p90x page. I’m sorry, i’ve just been too damn lazy to put it together because i tried giving advice tips and info… when i should have just put up my damn pics and be done with it. When the page is ready, i’ll announce it.

2. I’ve hit a personal milestone on my adventure with braces. I can run my tongue along my bottom row of teeth and it feels smooth with no gaps. It’s exciting to see and feel results. I can’t wait for the finished product. Don’t ever kid yourself. A great smile is 50% of your confidence. Also, i can slip the little rubber christmas tree brushes between all but 2 of my teeth! Whoohoo!

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Ok, with all that out of the way.

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Last night i had a 4 hour conversation my friend, the one who lost a shit ton of weight and is on her way to looking stunning again. Let’s call her “E”. In a previous post i mentioned my almost FWB who went by the label of “J” and my exwife “S”. Let’s also add the label “B” to my ex’s close friend. Keep these in mind as i proceed.

I won’t recap the entire discussion, too bloody long. Let’s just say i am really proud with myself for how much RedPill knowledge i’ve acquired, accepted and internalized. The information i was giving her, the way i answered her numerous questions, and the way the pieces ‘just fit’ in explaining how human nature works, startled even myself when i left for home. I gave her the unvarnished truth and didn’t hold back, neither her nor her brother denied or disagreed with much anything i said because everything i stated was backed up by experiences both of them actually had throughout their lives.

I put the puzzle together for them right before their very eyes. They saw the real picture of the world, the way the pieces were meant to fit, not the disjointed, misshapen horror they were looking at when they tried forcing pieces together that were not meant to be joined.

Of course it doesn’t hurt that she’s what i call a natural RedPill ready woman. She’s a traditional type that accepts the male leads/woman follows dynamic, the Captain/1st officer roles. She admits she likes being led. For lack of better terms, she knows she’s RedPill, she just doesn’t understand why.

Although she was absolutely and completely naive about the world of relationships, and carried no real comprehension of what men look for in women, why the behave the way they do (aka taking walks to see the sunset not because we enjoy it ourselves, but part of the imperative that says we have to entertain your interests if we wish to partake in sex down the road), hypergamy, women’s nature, sexual ranks, attraction, the wall, aging, etc. I told her things she certainly didn’t want to hear, but she took it all in stride. She also learned for the first time ever that i went through 12 years without and didn’t even conceive of the possibility that men aren’t able to get sex when they want. (apex fallacy/80/20) She didn’t think men felt emotions during sex, that it was no different than when a guy masturbates. She really held her mind open to listening and i saw the gears turning as she didn’t blow up in emotional hysterics but actually digested the information, connecting dots.

Like the wisdom of the ancients being emptied from the Matrix of Leadership to combat the Hate Plague, she was an empty vessel ready to be re-filled with knowledge and wisdom. Of ancients no less. Wisdom her grandmother and great grandmothers before her held. Wisdom erased by 40+ years of feminist bullshit.

As i said, it was a long, deep and honest conversation.. with revelations about me and my own personal supplicating beta behaviour and the things i did wrong in my marriage. She also volunteered that she was cognisant of the fact that men are visual and knew full well that guys were going to start coming onto her again after 4 years of being obese. It’s because she’s venturing off into the world of dating that she started the whole conversation with me, specifically me because she has found me to be completely honest and cerebral with her, pulling no punches. She REALLY wants to learn. I found out she is very much the traditionalist and that aside from a brief bit of experimenting with which she did not enjoy the outcomes of, she is a low number count woman.

It was somewhere in the middle of this conversation that i was clued in on the fact that she had experienced a “Girls Night’ with her friend, my ex and my ex’s friend. And it was during this night when girls do as they do when they get together that they discuss boys, and sex acts, and how many guys they’ve slept with.

What i heard simply floored me on a visceral level.

These ‘good girls’ that i had envisioned throughout my entire beta life, my entire incel period.. were feeding at the trough with reckless abandon and it became much more sinister than just that. And here was more poor dear low count friend sandwiched amongst these “ladies” when the question turned to how many guys they let access their gates.

“E” told me that she sat there as she heard the number 18 and 60 thrown out (Tho who had which number she didn’t say). When the time came for her to answer, she was hesitant because her number simply couldn’t compare to theirs, so she meekly said “5″.

My ex isn't black. Nor is she 6 years old. You got the point tho right?

My ex isn’t black. Nor is she 6 years old. You got the point tho right?

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