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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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Irony, thy name is Jizzabel

June 28, 2013

Long post warning, but picture heavy, and i think quite amusing and snarky because.. patriarchy. Ha, no, just kidding. But i am sweating like a pig from just finishing Plyo-X on a devilishly hot day. So please bear with it.

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So my girlfriend’s been staying over at my place for the week, and the day before she’s supposed to head back home she says we should go out for dinner since it’s our last night together for a couple of days. Since i had driven into the downtown core to pick her up, she said I should just park my car and we could eat downtown. Normally i hate the idea of eating in snoot-central but what the hell.

So we walk down King Street near Blue Jay Way and end up at a snooty looking Korean restaurant. It didn’t look cheap. I asked her how much she thought we’d pay, she guessed 10 bucks each (final bill $50, this is why i hate eating out in trendy snooty fucking snobbery holes). They served up some thin slices of pork, beef, and all manner of sea monsters i wouldn’t touch, so she gladly got the bulk of the food. I drank light beer.

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I’d like to add for the record i almost broke my leg on the rail connecting the table to the wall. I summoned all my inner alpha to hold back the tears and feign just a modicum of irritation. As we finished our meal i began to do a little people watching and survey’d the room. Something immediately caught my eye, a repeating pattern. So i turned to my girl and said:

Me: I’m noticing something about the people here babe..

Her: Oh yeah.. what’s that?

Me: Well we know i’m not gay.. but damn, there is not one fat dude in the house. In fact each and every guy in here appears to work out. Take a good look..

Her: Mmmmhmmmmm.

Me: Yea, take it all in.. lol. Tho i appear to be wearing the second tightest shirt in here. But what else have you noticed?

Her: That alot of the girls are chunky.

Me: Bingo, you did notice.

Her: And not just chunky.. but like fat. Like REALLY fat.

Me: Wonderful disparity no?

Her: That’s not normal. People weren’t meant to be fat. We were designed to be fit. Evolution has gone wrong for some people.

Me: HA!

Eventually we started talking about the whole Abercrombie & Finch thing and she agreed with me that those people who are bitching are boycotting a brand they actually want to wear, which would make them hypocrites. They want to be part of a club they don’t want to put any effort in joining. They WANT to wear A&F clothes, and are just pissed that there is only one route to being part of that club. Maintain a size under 10. My girl ended the conversation with the best line i heard in a long time.

Her: Put the fucking fork DOWN!

Continuing with the fat-acceptance theme of my last posts i stumbled upon this huge sack of shit on this total sack of shit web site that 9 out of 10 bulimics recommend for instant purge encouragement.

No link from me, but please go check it out by filling in the requisite HTTP shit in the front and “correcting” the spelling of said vomit inducing site.

Jizzabel.com - Where we subvert your reality with irrationality

Jizzabel.com – Where we subvert your reality with irrationality

JIZZABEL.com/5675725/if-youre-fat+phobic-youre-also-an-ignorant-bigoted-idiot

Now, i would just like to point out first and foremost the irony seeing the definition of the word bigot displayed so openly for all to see on the premiere feminist website of our time. For those who wish to see the def:

big•ot (noun): A person obstinately or intolerantly devoted to his or her own opinions and prejudices; especially : one who regards or treats the members of a group (as a racial or ethnic group [or GENDER]) with hatred and intolerance

Read that definition over a couple times to yourself..

What’s it sound like it’s describing…

hmmm.

I dunno..

Could it be…

FEMINISTS THEMSELVES???

Hells yeah!

So i’m a bigot because I don’t find fat people attractive or want to have sex with them, but you’re not a bigot because… patriarchy. Fuck you.

Anyways.. best comment on the site came from a Medusa who chimed with all kinds of rational thoughts and verifiable factiods concerning diet and lifestyle in modern America with:

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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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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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I really hate reality shows…

January 20, 2013

but i have to say, i’m really enjoying ‘The Biggest Loser’.

In a world of glorified, made up and make believe people who we’re supposed to believe are important, it’s refreshing to see a show where it’s not about vanity, but about making that big decision to change your life.

Watching the big black guy lose 14 lbs in one week and break down over his accomplishment moved me. Props to him and color me impressed. Too many people sit back and accept their lot and want the world to adapt to them.

Others get up, say enoughs enough and take responsibility for themselves.

I don’t know if she’s still reading my blog, but a huge shout to my friend named after a friendly little white robot in a Disney film.. she’s lost 52 lbs in the last couple of weeks.. maybe last 2 months, i haven’t been keeping track. But she looks like a completely new girl. You can see the light coming back and joy in reclaiming her life.

And she’ll be beating guys off with a stick at this rate. And i couldn’t be happier for her. It’s been a long time coming and i wish her all the best for the future.

The Biggest Loser. More of this.

Real House Whores of Vancouver. Take this shit of my TV!

That is all.. carry on.

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What i’ve been buying and doing as of late..

September 2, 2012

Lets see, since June..

  1. Bought new computer in July after my old computer melted
  2. Bought a new HTC One X android phone and new cell plan with 6 gigs of data
  3. Got a 2 year upgrade on my vehicle registration
  4. Had time to read game, start watching MindOS
  5. Drink lots of beer (Molson 67 eh) and relax
  6. Paid off over $1,000 of my braces treatment
  7. Picked up Transformers: Fall of Cybertron (my current addiction)
  8. Picked up Forza 4 and NFS:Shift 2 (with Xbox wheel and 5.1 surround, and the Top Gear track with Jeremy Clarkson voiceover.. EPIC)
  9. Picked up Crysis 2 (FPS fix)
  10. Bought Puss in Boots 3D and Cars 2 3D (on my 55″ LED LG 3D tv)
  11. Bought WD TV Live media streamer for viewing my.. uhh… ‘rentals’ from someplace called The Pirate Bay hehe
  12. Got some new jeans and tank tops
  13. Got started on ProActiv again to clear up my complexion to make me even more sexy
  14. Putting tiny amounts of fuel in my completely paid off 2012 Ford Focus Titanium
  15. Opened up a Costco Premium membership
  16. Purchased more Whey protein and vitamin supplements for my weight training
  17. Not being rushed in my workouts to accommodate someones plans
  18. Extra weight plates and dumbbells
  19. Went out to see Prometheus and Batman Dark Knight Rises in theaters
  20. Hanging out with only people i care to hang with due to their quality
  21. Hit a few parties, socialize for the sake of social interactions, not outcomes
  22. Go on late night bike rides throughout the city with no curfew

What i *haven’t* been buying or doing as of late:

  1. Stupid outings for ‘Sushi‘, the entitled princess meal
  2. Wondering where i’m going to find money to cover the credit card bills
  3. Buying panties/lingerie that would be worn in anger is if it were a chore to wear
  4. Trying to find room to store things in my own home
  5. Being told to renovate or fix things around the place that were fine
  6. Paying off anyone else’s student debt
  7. Being asked to take the dog out in the middle of the night
  8. Watching the gas bill rise for stupid inefficiently planned trips being done in the ‘family’ SUV
  9. Wondering why we need to buy a 5th bedspread from IKEA (because it’s purple!)
  10. Being asked to repaint perfectly fine walls
  11. Being asked if something looked good on/made them look fat
  12. Arguing about the need to buy new cookware with money that doesn’t exist (because the Lagostino set is in shiny red!)
  13. Wondering why we have no closet space when my stuff only takes 1/5th of the space
  14. Staring at an obscene pile of shoes
  15. Having to listen to complete drivel or pretend to care about inane bullshit
  16. Being required to entertain out of obligation
  17. Stressing out over ‘is this a shit test’?
  18. Chewing off my finger nails or losing any more hair
  19. Worrying about what anyone’s given opinion of me is at any point in time
  20. Being anyone’s doormat or emotional tampon
  21. Putting anyone’s needs before my own

My brother would have turned 40 seven days ago. I think he would be happy with where i’ve come since he departed.

I turn 36 in two days. I am very happy with myself in who i am and where i’m going.

Could it have all turned out so very different. Yes. My marriage could have remained intact if hypergamy hadn’t reared it’s ugly head and had feminism, my mother and father, and all members of authority not so deeply ingrained beta thinking and attitude into me. (My next post will be a multipart series detailing many aspects of that)

But that time is done and past and mark my words.. never to be repeated. Mojo makes the case that my heart and mind have known ever since i was forced to leave my own home on my hands and knees by the women i pledged my life to, one who could not uphold her end of the contract.

For all the reasons i just enumerated above.

IT IS SIMPLY NOT WORTH IT FOR ME TO AGAIN IN MY LIFETIME PUT UP WITH GARBAGE FOR THE SAKE OF COMPANY/SEX.

EVER.

I think Captain No-Marriage would be proud. I have not had to check in with, run any numbers by, ask for permission for or beg to do anything i have wanted to do.

Now if you excuse me, i have to get back to helping Optimus Prime save The Ark!

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Accomplishment Part Two

August 9, 2012

What is accomplishment?

Dictionary.com
ac·com·plish·ment
[uh-kom-plish-muhnt] noun
1. an act or instance of carrying into effect; fulfillment: the accomplishment of our desires.
2. something done admirably or creditably: Space exploration is a major accomplishment of science.
3. anything accomplished; deed; achievement: a career measured in a series of small accomplishments.
4. Often, accomplishments.
a. a grace, skill, or knowledge expected in polite society.
b. any acquired ability or knowledge.

Merriam-Webster
ac·com·plish·ment
noun \ə-ˈkäm-plish-mənt, -ˈkəm-\
Definition of ACCOMPLISHMENT
1 the act of accomplishing : completion
2 something that has been accomplished : achievement
3 a : a quality or ability equipping one for society
b : a special skill or ability acquired by training or practice

I stand corrected. It appears that the dictionary definition of the word validates to some extent the fact that Paulina has accomplished something.

1. an act or instance of carrying into effect; fulfillment: the accomplishment of our desires.
3. anything accomplished; deed; achievement: a career measured in a series of small accomplishments.
1 the act of accomplishing : completion

By putting slutty pics on twitter she became noticed and gained notoriety because of her famous father, which she then used to start some form of modeling for racy men’s mags. (Obviously because the poor thing was forced to by the evil patriarchy so men can objectify her.)

 

You stupid fucks! Optimus Prime said Freedom was the right of ALL sentient beings.. not just teh wymminz!

But I am left wanting.

I always felt the word meant something more. That it carried more weight.

I began asking myself about the context shortly after i wrote my last post disparaging Paulina’s “accomplishments” and began asking myself why? According to the definition, she has accomplished things.

She has fulfilled her desires. She got to where she wanted to be. But is that enough to use the word as a form of achievement or pride?

I first thought of this when i compared it against myself to determine whether i was being a hypocrite. I’ve turned into a minor exhibitionist myself since i started working out. I am proud of what my workouts have achieved and look upon my body now as with a sense of accomplishment. Although ultimately done with the goal of solid health, i would be remiss to say the ulterior motivation was to produce a shape that would make my ex regret letting me go. Having never reached a physical state like this prior, i try hard to let vanity not become me but i am keenly aware of it in the background.

I’m not Brad Pitt.. i’m not Mr. Universe.. but i am proud of what i achieved. I consider it an accomplishment. I might also conclude myself to be a role model for some, specifically in body transformation and health related matters, especially if it helps transform someones life with REAL health related goals and confidence building measures, not just for show and tell. I did not start working out to attain a body that was solely for the benefit of turning on as many woman as possible just to tease and produce the stomach wrenching gasps and drools of women when wolfboy from Twilight takes off his shirt, or the shrill shrieks of the cougars watching Magic Mike.

I did it for me. And i did it at a time that wasn’t easy peasy for me.

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