Bear with me a minute, (or 30, this is long. Impossibly so for most millennials) because in order to really drive this point home, it is necessary to understand the origins of the problem, which are far-removed enough from the rotting fruit that most never even have a clue about it.
Have you ever read any G.K. Chesterton? If you have, you’ll be familiar with his style of presenting some preposterous thing in one phrase, and then, go on in a few paragraphs to prove his point in an undeniable fashion. The man was absolutely brilliant at it and I often say that had I come across his writings in my twenties instead of after I was already a Catholic, I may have become one a lot sooner.
Now, I am no Chesterton, not by a very, very long shot, as anyone that has read my Believe! will be able to attest, nevertheless, that little book has resulted in over a hundred people converting to proper Catholicism (Sedevacantism), so, while I am but a butcher to Chesterton’s refined sushi preparations, I must serve a purpose too.
And the title of this post is going to be a bit of a “preposterous” or at least “well, you’re totally wrong” proposition for a lot of the people that might stumble across this.
Especially the zombie army of complete fuckwits like Andrew Tate. So. As I said: bear with me a minute. And no, this will not be some long, drawn out, moralistic diatribe with Bible verses scattered throughout. This is going to be as close to engineering as human social “science” gets. And as anyone who knows what engineering is will know, engineering is the only science that really matters or makes a difference in worldly matters. And much like a gun, it can be used in a destructive or mechanistic way, or guided by a higher intent of purpose and produce spiritually and humanly uplifting effects.
So let us begin.
The aim of every PUA (Pick-Up Artist — in case you have just come out of a cave in Afghanistan after hiding for 20 years) is essentially, at least initially, to be able to have sex with (in theory) as many beautiful women as possible. In reality, in many cases, those who try to learn from supposed PUAs, would be very happy to just get any sex at all. And in a few cases, the prospective “student” merely wants to be able to meet a girl he likes and be able to get her in bed and fall in love and live happily ever after.
Right. So let’s deal with the usual objections first.
1. Is it true that having sex with lots of women makes you a better man.
In order to know, we’d first have to define “better” so let’s do that by the usual and most common factors those interested in PUA activity would say “better” means.
- Make you more able to communicate with everyone in general and women in particular.
- Make you more likely or able to get any specific woman you are interested in to get intimate with you.
- Make you generally more socially aware and raise your general status in the common parlance of the world as we generally find it today.
- As a result of the above, generally increase your likelihood of being able to secure a better job, better prospects in general and so on.
The answer to the above is yes. Yes it does.
Reminder: Note I asked if having sex with lots of women does that. Not paying a bunch of money to a PUA. It’s a very important distinction, so remember it.
2. Can any of the things PUAs say/tell you/teach you/ increase your chances of having sex with some women.
Sure. It’s certainly possible anyway. They also could irretrievably damage your perception of reality in a way that is so fundamental it is akin to setting you up for a life of misery.
The reality is that most PUAs are wannabe tryhards. I have peculiar interests, one of which is cults and cults of personality, (remind me to tell you about my experiences with Dianetics, [scientology], Amma the hugging saint, Tony Robbins, a number of his wannabe clones, the Novus Orco “catholic church” and so on) which I enjoy breaking, making fun of and generally exposing for the fraudulent snake-oil sellers it involves. PUAs are borderline types in this realm, so I turned my baleful eye on them a long time ago. I will pick one PUAk as a relatively typical example. At one point, one of the most prolific producers of PUAs books, courses, and seminars was a guy who called himself Mehow. Which might have been his real name, as I think he was of Polish ancestry (I know, I know! If he’s Polish it’s no wonder he’s retarded right? But hey, chalk this up as another nail in the coffin of “all humans are just one race, human”, ok?).
Here is a glowing review of him apparently, though he seems to have disappeared in the last few years. Sounds great if you’re after that number 1 stuff above, right?
Well, I probably should have screen shotted it all way back when, in 2009 or so, because it was all information that he himself provided, on various of his own platforms, though no one had really taken the time to actually look at what he said and put it together. The facts are that by his own admission, he had spent 10 years partying hard with daddy’s money, to the tune of $500,000, been trained by supposedly the best Pick-Up Artists in the world, and become a PUA guru himself, in order to have sex with… drum roll please… “about 30-40 women” which probably means 25 or so.
Now, as I pointed out back then, if this is the level of “skill” of a top PUA, most women really have nothing to fear from them in terms of losing their virtue to these irresistible ladies men!
Wealthy fathers on the other hand, may want to teach basic economics to their incel sons.
Ok then, but still, if you find a “good” PUA, and do get good at having sex with lots of women, you too admit you get all that good stuff at point 1 above, right? So it’s all good!
Well, actually no. As I wrote a long time ago, I had been with a lot of women before anyone even mentioned PUAs or The Game to me. In fact, it was precisely because my friends, and people at the gym I trained with, saw me leaving with a different pretty woman each week, that they told me about it. A friend literally gave me a copy of the book and said: “You should have a chapter in here. Or maybe a whole book.”
So, my perspective of PUAs was from the top of the mountain, looking down on these peasants in the rice fields scrambling about to get some, and then scrambling about some more to try and sell their “skills” to each other.
As I wrote almost 15 years or so ago:
By the time that I discovered anything about PUAs I had developed quite happily on my own into a man more than capable to satisfy his curiosity of women. This was a fortunate thing because it allowed me a perspective on PUAs and their techniques that was free of being sucked into the promise of alluring women falling at my feet almost as if by magic. To a degree, I already had this power (insofar as it can be had let’s say) so I could look into and study and evaluate the information with eyes already filled of my own experiences. To sum up PUAs briefly is difficult, however I will try. Initially, most of these guys are frustrated geeks that have broken down social interactions between naturally successful ladies’ men and attractive women. They then practice these routines like social robots and begin to have some success at obtaining sex with these plastic techniques. As their confidence grows they refine the techniques and become more adept at luring an ever increasing series of women to their beds. The more daring then continue into experimenting with multiple partners at a time as well as multiple girlfriends at a time. Some openly, others secretly. By and large though, certain truths remain evident. Even if successful at having multiple sex partners most of these individuals are still what I would consider socially inept people. They may have achieved an ability at obtaining sex from women but that per se does not make them good people necessarily. Or likeable. Or happy. Furthermore, the level of hyperbole in this community is rather extreme; especially when you consider that many of the so called Pick-Up Gurus sell products that supposedly will increase a man’s ability to bed stunningly beautiful women.
Keep in mind this was my perspective long before I had any remote hint of Christianity in my world view.
My perception of PUAs has not improved over time either.
The key negative here is not even their wish or attempts at getting laid, but rather, the phrase “social robots”.
While it is understandable that when first attempting some intimidating social interaction one might rely on some repetitive approach, the fact is that a very large number of these would-be Casanovas, end up making “approach routines” and so on their way of relating to the world. Yes, the female world, but really the world at large. They read a Tim Ferris book and then assume all of life is about “hacks”. Then they get into NLP which is a “hack” of proper hypnosis created by a cocaine fiend that either shot and killed his then girlfriend at the time himself, or was responsible for it anyway.
That’s right, Richard Bandler is not quite the great guy you might have imagined.
So the really nefarious aspect of PUAs both those who “teach it”, and those who practice it, os the mechanisation of humanity.
It’s like the series upload. You just order your sex like you do deliveroo and that’s that.
Honestly, it is more dehumanising than actual prostitution. But the real issue, is that the problems this sort of interaction creates are far-reaching and affect pretty much everything in society in a negative way.
And this is where we now get to the crux of the PUAs suck statement.
The entire PUA phenomenon is not really the origin of what we might want to call social degradation, but rather, a reaction to it.
As, indeed, was my own exploring, and wading through different women in quick succession without any precise aim beyond that of “finding the right one” in the most general of terms. Again, quoting myself from early 2010:
The underground world of PUAs was first exposed by Neill Strauss’ book The Game. As someone interested in all aspects of hypnosis I did look into this community as I will look just about anywhere if it will increase my knowledge base and help me to be more effective in my work. Fortunately for me, somewhat contemporaneously to my study of hypnosis I was also undergoing some drastic life changes in all areas of my life. One of these was my intimate relationships. I had divorced and then had two relationships one after the other which were both extremely intense one very beautiful until its unfortunate and somewhat inevitable end, the other extremely stressful and painful yet coloured with flashes of beauty and power so intense they literally changed my views of radical aspects of my philosophies. As a result, after this, I gave myself to a sort of uninhibited search for some deeper meaning in intimate relationships.
I begun a period of my life that was almost scientific in its detachment and approach yet also extremely intimate and self-revealing. I had more intimate encounters in a few months than I had had in the previous 10 years. I also (counter-intuitively to what most men that behave this way do) was extremely direct and honest with the women involved. I never lied to any of them and I always made it clear how I felt (and more importantly didn’t feel) towards them. With only a few exceptions no one was really hurt emotionally and even when this occurred occasionally it was never anything very serious, merely a little bruised ego either for them or for me. Some of these women —all of whom I am grateful to by the way and for whom I did genuinely care though I may not have been in love with any of them— I only saw once. Some I spent a little time with; all were intelligent, capable women in their own right and they were from all walks of life. They ranged in age, cultures, backgrounds, languages they spoke and of course all other details, yet I could not help but notice that for the most part they were all quite beautiful not only to me but to most men. Every one of these women would be considered a great ‘catch’ by the very vast majority of men.
And to be honest it surprised me. I had never considered myself particularly good looking and certainly not a socially skilled person. I am extremely individualistic, never required much social approval and the very concept of peer pressure was as foreign to me throughout my formative years as was evident the absence of girlfriends.
On examining my past I realised for the first time that apparently through luck or chance or some factor I could not identify, though relatively few in number up to that point, I had always been with beautiful looking women. And those I had fallen in love with were without exception well above any kind of norm (in looks, character and mind). I began to actually experiment with this and became more and more selective. Pretty soon I discovered a sense of things that I think few men really achieve in their life. A sense of self-confidence that I didn’t even know I was missing to begin with that can really only come from being validated by women we value. Undoubtedly some people reading this will consider me a misogynist chauvinist pig. I do not consider myself so, and in fact I love women. Nor, unbelievably as it may sound to some, am I a polygamist by nature.
My nature is monogamous. As long as I find the one, and as long as she’s always earning it (and me for her obviously) I seek nothing more than one woman. This period of my life though helped me to realise that. And I am eternally grateful to every woman I have ever had the good fortune to spend any time with. Without women, truly life would have no purpose I think. If it were possible for men to exist without women we would still live in trees and caves.
Which man would do anything more than club some food to death and find a relatively warm place to sleep if it weren’t for women?
Everything that was ever created, invented, built, reached for, designed, fought for…as the French say (but perhaps differently than they mean!): Cherchéz la femme. Behind everything that man ever did…there is somewhere a woman or the thought of her.
My reaction was due to the eventual collapse of a relationship that had lasted 13 years, though I was never married, then the collapse of my first marriage, which lasted only 4 years and then 2 more relationships of even shorter duration. These four relationships were the only ones that had mattered to me on a rather deeper level, with whatever liaisons happened in between them being essentially distractions or errors.
In a society that values people, individuals and life in general, in short, in a properly Catholic society, it is extremely likely that I would have remained with my first serious relationship for life. At least in part, and probably a very large part of it, the reason that 13 year old relationship eventually collapsed was probably due to the subtle but persistent infiltration of unhealthy, worldly infiltrations into what would otherwise have been a lifelong relationship.
The destroyed concept of marriage and family created by my boomer generation parents was common to all of generation X. As was the “natural” idea of abortion rather than having a child at “too young” an age. The utter secularisation of life as a whole, with the total absence of any higher spiritual direction whatever, the only purpose of life seemingly to be exclusively the satanic idea of “being happy”, led to a life that you were being told in every possible way should limit itself to, having as much material possessions as you could, avoid having children altogether because they got in the way of you having “a life”. A life that was supposedly dedicated to essentially the constant pursuit of material distractions and hedonistic pleasures. Frankly, it is only my “noble pagan” ancestral roots that saved me in some ways. Having been raised in a family tradition that still respected concepts like honesty, honour, keeping your word, a sense of natural and simple justice, permitted me to completely sidestep many of the pitfalls that lay there for so many of my generation and perhaps even more so for those that followed.
I never touched any drugs, never even got drunk once in fact. And my being involved in the budo philosophy of Japanese Karate-do from an early age meant I had a peculiar mix of agnostic zen philosophy with aspects of Shintoist if not reverence, at least historical respect for my ancestors, despite not knowing very much about them until relatively later in life.
We were also the first generation that became exposed to pornography to a degree that was unprecedented since Roman orgy times, and went well beyond the dirty magazines and hippie “free-love” of the boomer generation. While they had couched perversion and degeneracy as some deluded fantasy of being free of “jealousy” and “possessiveness”, by the time we were coming of age, it had already devolved into the idea that having as much sex as possible with as many people as possible was the “normal” way of life.
But consider for a moment, what the “rewards” of such an existence would be.
- The absence of children as the pivotal part of family, because they get in the way of your hedonistic lifestyle.
- The absence of relationships that endure hardships together because united by any higher purpose beside each part “being happy” and that individualistically within the “relationship”. The very concept that any relationship that had that as foundation could last beyond a few years at most is absurd.
- Sex as a point-scoring status badge of sorts.
- Emphasis on the ephemeral aspects of materialism: travel for travel’s sake, with no real deep penetration of cultures or geography beyond the required status symbol passport stamp and digital photo album (later to be displayed publicly online); owning of property and vehicles as further status badges if your success; wealth as proof of your superior intellect and ability, regardless of any other moral considerations.
I mean, think about it, bombarded by this message constantly, your own parent’s generation committed to these very same “ideals” with the narcissistic compulsion only the boomer generation ever managed to have, even if you “achieved” all of the supposed benchmarks of “success” this lifestyle supposedly promised, what would you be left with?
At best a healthy property portfolio with no one to leave it to besides the lawyers and ex-wives, as you descended into unglamorous old age alone and spiritually hollow.
And despite this, as well as being the most aborted generation, many GenXers managed to raise some form of families. Of course the carnage was spectacular. Divorces, abortions, and the pursuit of narcissistic, degenerate, selfishly hedonistic “happiness”, absent of any spiritual or moral rudder, was what surrounded us as we raised ourselves mostly, and these were the “values” we were exposed to constantly. It’s a miracle any of us managed to reproduce and retain a semblance of family at all.
Of course divorce, and abortion, and chasing smoke dragons, and drugs to numb the existential void, caught almost all of us to some degree or other. And for a generation already drastically reduced by being killed before we were born, then mostly stomped down and limited by our own parent’s generation in multiple ways, we did pretty well at surviving and overcoming and even reversing a few of the trends here and there in individual cases and small pockets of guerrilla resistance. Particularly given how thoroughly the truth of the spiritual aspects of life were hidden from us.
The boomers were (and remain) so desperate to remain unaware of their own spiritual and moral abyss, that they ridiculed, destroyed, discarded, disgraced, devalued, hid, and avoided, any meaningful confrontation with the numinous. With the reality of existence that truly forms the foundation of any true purpose. With any aspect of catering to the soul instead of the flesh. The boomers rejected what the silents couldn’t hold on to, we GenXers were not even aware something had existed there, for the most part.
The idea of a True Catholic Mass being meaningful, true, beautiful or even merely useful, was as foreign to us as the idea that some quaint pagan ritual to long-dead Gods might serve any purpose other than historical curiosity of a people that was obviously primitively superstitious and disappeared long ago; probably precisely because they wasted time and energy on such meaningless rituals.
And yet. If you look around now, it is mostly GenXers rallying the flag of Sedevacantism, and already beginning to pass that torch to generation Zyklon, which are our historical continuation, much as the millennials are that of the boomers.
Wait, what?
Allow me to recap. That historical aside was to give you a sense of why and how my generation was steered onto rocks instead of the meaningful life journey of marriage until death, children, family, tradition, real worship of God and respectful obedience to His laws as best as we can, creating truly meaningful lives (and thus happy in the only way that matters) rather than “hollywood happy” ones.
My personal story is a reflection of what a very few of my generation managed to do: I went full circle, and by luck or divine intervention, had the peculiar attribute of a persistence that almost none of my generational peers had any right to have. What was the point of never giving up when you had no real purpose to fight for? My adopted samurai code kept me away from drugs and a certain level of moral corruption, which did not, however, extend to sexual relations with women. In that respect, my descent into libertine ways was to a certain extent inevitable, given my intense nature, insatiable curiosity, and explorer’s heart.
But once again, if that becomes the totality of your life, what are you left with at the end of it?
It was that very conscious thought that led me initially at least partially out of it.
I distinctly recall the precise moment. I was alone at home, in an apartment I loved and that, incidentally, my eventual future wife had found for me. Lying on the orange couch that had come with the place, on a Saturday I think, having binge-watched a couple or three episodes of NCIS, I consciously considered my life. I was 39 years old, had travelled to many places, had essentially given up on trying to make any meaningful long term relationship work, I was limiting myself to having them last until the woman in question either irritated me or I got bored of her, and had rotated through a few cycles of getting a bunch of women under me in quick succession, then getting rid of all of them for a week or two, then starting the cycle again but with a somewhat “improved” version of the women-merry-go-round. Better read, prettier, dirtier in bed, or whatever the attribute, or set of attributes I got interested in that month.
I contemplated my future and thought about the different paths it could go. It was obvious to me by now that I could spend the rest of my life as I had been doing for the last few years and I could go to my grave with a constant change of woman on my arm, and that comparatively speaking —in spite of whatever my age or eventual decrepitude and wrinkles would be— such women would always be younger than me and prettier than most men would get a chance to be with long term, never mind temporarily more or less at will.
The appeal of that sort of future was essentially limited to the frisson of a new woman lifting herself partially off your bed as you gently slide down her knickers for the first time.
The intensity of a new body under you intent to please you or you pleasing her in ways she had not yet experienced. It’s thrilling. Intoxicating. I suppose, perhaps, there is a kinship to a kind of drug maybe. I wouldn’t know, I never did drugs, but the addiction to the ephemeral might be similar. It’s the kind if life where soon, familiarity could begin to breed contempt instead of a deepening love.
Where the normal, terrene, aspects of humanity become irritations and inspire contempt, instead of charity, forgiveness and a contemplation of our own weaknesses and errors; a practice that the boomers we were raised by avoided like vermin fleeing fire.
What can one be left with, living such a life, at say, age 99, looking back while cuddling your shotgun, your cognac and your memories, on your rocking chair?
The melancholy of remembering (assuming your brain didn’t go to shit by then) the fleeting sensation of how this or that woman’s foot felt on your calf as she orgasmed under you?
The erotic smell or taste of another?
The beautiful sunsets over an exclusive beach you shared with the one you had a few months with?
And who other than yourself to even remember these things with? Or even tell them to? And of what use would they be to anyone? Or of what interest, other than possibly morbid fascination with degeneracy?
So I thought about the alternative. Find a woman I could tolerate long term and have children and raise a family with. I was not naïve about the hardships that would entail. Including the putting up with the woman, since I had been through enough of them to know that, like all human beings, they all will irritate you in some ways or others. And the complications of raising a child, how it affects every aspect of your life, work, travel. I was not naïve any of those aspects of it. But thinking about it with cold reason, it was obvious that all those efforts would be worth it.
What I was naïve about however, was actual, full-blown narcissists. In a society that expects and enforces proper courtship, such creatures would be more likely to die alone. But, like the devil, in modern society, actual narcissists of the full blown variety were considered a somewhat mythological creature. At least back in 2008 or so they were. And to me they may as well have been werewolves. Creatures that didn’t actually exist. I was aware of evil people and of extremely selfish, manipulative and unethical ones. I had dealt with them more than most. But I was not prepared to imagine that a quasi-mythical creature, which is really more a shapeshifter at will than just a poor werewolf, who is a mere lunatic after all, could insinuate itself in my life.
The “methods of measurement” I had evolved were not really designed to sift for narcissists. They covered:
- Looks – I had to be physically attracted to a high degree to get interested for a potential long term situation
- Sex – plentiful and varied
- IQ – they had to at least be able to understand some of the things that interested me once explained. At least in general terms. And be able to hold at least some level of conversation concerning philosophy (of life as lived, not the esoteric writings of some German incel like Schopenhauer)
- Their attraction to me – If they weren’t interested to a certain level, then I lost interest in them pretty quickly too.
- Some generic quasi-moral rules of ethics that at least mostly aligned with my own.
Well, let me tell you, that list does not, in any way sift for narcissists. In reality, as far as functional marriages are concerned, while a mutual attraction is certainly ideal, it is not even necessary. Neither is the sex or, necessarily, the IQ. But their character and ethics are pretty fundamental.
Today’s superficial ways have seen to it that as long as you have painted over your crappy moral fibre with enough glossy nail polish, sexy underwear, porn-star bedroom etiquette, and CNN or Fox News sound bytes (to cater to left or right leanings) your abyss of the soul is not even noticed, much less criticised.
Yes, it is true, that after such an experience, and in part also thanks to my previous encounters with women of all types, eventually, after I went through all that hell, and came out the other side, I found and ended up with what I believe will be my wife until we drop dead. Hopefully a very long time from now. But the difference is that instead of having adult children starting out in life, I now have children that I hope will get married early and make babies pretty much immediately after doing so, in the hope I get to be a grandfather before I drop dead.
I do not regret any aspect of my life. It’s certainly been a hell of a ride so far and has no indications it will be any less interesting going forward, but it is probably true that in a society that had the values that Catholic society had a few hundred years ago, I probably would have married and had a lifetime with hat first girl I was with for 13 years. We would have had a bunch of children and be comfortable enough now to be able to retire in some semblance of peace.
It does happen to be true that I also believe I am much better able to appreciate the joys of life now than I would have been in that alternate history, and I think I am happier too and with a woman I certainly feel is perfectly matched to me, so overall, I ended up in a better place that will certainly keep me busy (and entertained too, both good and bad) until I eventually do join my ancestors in the afterlife.
So What’s The SOLUTION then Kimosabe?
Patience grasshopper. First, understand where we are:
- I have identified the issue is the mechanisation of human interactions.
- I have shown some of the errors, pitfalls and ultimately nihilistic and generation-ending future this way of life produces.
- The “benefits” such a lifestyle provides would absolutely not be positives or even required in an ordered, Catholic society.
But before I show you the solutions, you need to understand the real root of the problem. And that is the secularisation of society. That happened because of Protestantism. Protestantism is literally nothing less than the rebellion against God first done by Lucifer the so-called Lightbringer.
I have covered this before and in various degrees of detail. But the point remains relatively simple. Protestantism brought in the disordering of relations between the sexes. It started with the introduction of contraception, which changed the dynamic of marriage. From the primary purpose being to create, nurture and raise a family, to having sex for fun.
Think about that.
Serioulsy. Think about it.
Try to imagine what the world would be like if not only you, but everyone around you, thought of marriage as a situation in which you remain with that person for life, no matter what, and create and raise children together (as long as you are physically able to). How would that life be?
Well, we had that. For quite a long time. Now that attitude is seen as “backward”, unjust to women, socially irresponsible, and endangering the planet.
Before contraception was accepted by Protestant branches, the very idea of divorce was considered quite scandalous throughout Western Civilisation. After it, divorce naturally became commonplace.
It is perfectly logical of course, when the primary function of having sex become personal enjoyment, instead of family creation, with the bonus of personal enjoyment, then, sex becomes just one of the many things that has to be “perfect” in order to fill in the relevant box-ticking list that one must curate in order to “be happy”.
After contraception and fault-free divorce on demand, the very act of getting pregnant is a misfortune, something that will prevent you from doing what you want when you want, with anyone you want. So you begin to murder babies. And today we have “ex-spurts” trying to make it legal to kill babies up to 2 year olds. Mostly it started with this piece of shit in human form.
Contraception took a while to be “socially acceptable” thanks to the strength that even a declining morality within the greater Catholic Church had instilled in Western man. It took some 400 years from 1521 to get contraception to be more widespread. And it took until 1958 for the Papacy to be taken over right up to the present day, by Satanic freemasons.
But here we are. Add in ubiquitous pornography and degeneracy of every kind, such as the current “transgender” movement, aimed specifically at children by the usual LGBTQPedo types and is it any wonder we have a generally sociopathic undercurrent to human relations in 2023.
So, here FINALLY are the solutions.
If you have read all that and got to this point, it is probable you’re not a millennial. Maybe a Zyklon with reading skills, which is rare enough but not unheard of. So it is only fair that I point out that this is not Boomer-type “advice” of the “don’t do as I did, but do as I say” variety. Nor is it of the same Boomer type that is more akin to “I did it when it was cool, and I *am* cooler, but don’t YOU do it, you’re not cool enough to pull it off.”
No. This is the kind of advice from someone that has come through the fire and miraculously is not just alive, but has a happy ending.
In essence what I am telling you is:
“Don’t believe the bullshit of Hollywood son!”
“You have to fuck your way through an army of whores, gold-diggers and idiots to just begin to understand that porn stars don’t make the best mothers!”
It’s not so much “don’t be a criminal, because crime doesn’t pay,” type of Bible-thumping advice. It’s more of a “you get ass-raped in prison,” reality check.
And criminals go to jail. Almost all of them in the long run.
Ok, fine! as my three year old says, while stamping his foot. But then what do I do?
Learn. Educate yourself about proper Catholicism. That was the society that created the best situation for humanity, so learn what they did and how and why. And believe me when I say that what you think you know of Catholicism has, in fact, almost nothing to do with it.
Find out what Sedevacantism is and why it exists.
Understand what relationships are from that perspective and what they look like.
If you can read Italian (or French) you can certainly get into the extreme detail of it by reading this book.
Understand above all, what is the lie concerning familiarity with many women. I said above that having had lots of sexual interactions can result in an increased ability in having such encounters, obviously, but also that it had other “benefits” of status among your equally brainwashed peers and so on, and by extension in relation to your general life prospects. Sure, but it does that in the context of a fallen world.
My personal sense of self-worth or ability to achieve certain things in life, was never tied to the number of women I had been with. When I stated that:
Pretty soon I discovered a sense of things that I think few men really achieve in their life. A sense of self-confidence that I didn’t even know I was missing to begin with that can really only come from being validated by women we value.
I was referring to my ability with women. I never had doubts about my abilities on other aspects of life, be it work, politics, skills or whatever. The self-confidence with women was merely a confirmation (by these women) that my abilities in general tallied with my own view of them.
I assure you that my intensity at any job I undertook, confrontation I faced, or difficulty in life, was in no way affected by how many women I had been with other than very tangentially. Because they had been with me (those whose encounters were of a duration that permitted it) and seen other aspects of my life, they had confirmed their noticing of such abilities by, in a sense, giving themselves to me, at times at least, also in a secondary relation to those abilities.
For example, if you’re a millionaire, some women will get sexual with you because of your money. And in that sense it “confirms” you have money. It was never my case, but I had such “confirmation” based on other aspects of my abilities, often in cases that were not even conscious for the women. It doesn’t matter at all —consciously anyway— to most women, if you are a good martial artist, or painter, or poet (assuming the talent isn’t related to wealth), and yet, talented men will tend to attract more women. It’s a natural selection thing, but undeniably, after enough interactions, a pattern of “merit” of various skills could be derived by the number of women who took notice.
In short, being with lots of women only means you will feel you are able to get with lots of women. And while that skill may give you an ego boost, if you are rational, you will realise that if that ego-boost got you to a better job, say, it was not because you banged a dozen girl in a week. And consequently you will also realise that since you can manipulate your own internal ego-sensations, you can get the ego-boost at will.
I for example, have almost never been rejected after a face-to-face job interview, and it had absolutely nothing to do with my sexual prowess, I assure you.
Learn courtship. And no, it doesn’t matter if the woman doesn’t know anything about it or is not used to it. And no, courtship is not bringing flowers and being totally chaste and so on. Sure, it can encompass those things, for a girl that understands such gestures rather than expects them as a tribute to her superficial beauty. It means taking the time to get to know the character of this woman you are interested in. And being able to recognise Red Flags. Which are not necessarily the ones popular culture tells you they are. A man that stands his ground, morally, intellectually or physically, today is labelled some kind of aggressive bully, intolerant, backward, and so on. Society does not supposedly approve of a straight white male that tells you to fuck right off when you try to push your SJW agenda on him, or worse, his children. But guess what, women worth marrying, even if they might deny it from their upset mouths, or believe that no, no, no, they don’t want a “brute” of that sort, inevitably, deep down, ultimately, want to surrender to such a man.
I honestly would have to think hard to count how many supposed feminists, discovered they really enjoyed discarding the feminist card completely once in the bedroom, and then pretty much never picked it up again. Feminism is the female equivalent of sexual frustration rage that people like Elliot Rodger have.
The male incel rage is: If I can’t get any of the pretty girls, then no one will! I’ll kill you all!
The female incel rage is: If I can’t get any of the deeply hormonally satisfying sexual relationships I want, then no woman ever shall enjoy sex again with anyone!
Well that’s a lot of time investment but where’s your proof?! (aka provide peer reviewed source).
Ok, my internet autist friend. Read more. See what Catholic cities, lives and lifestyles were in the 1600s, or the 1700, or the 1800. Learn who invented the actual scientific method. Learn who the greatest astronomers and scientists were in most of human history.
And if the past is not evidence enough, know that as of 2023, I know of at least 3 or 4 couples that have got engaged to be married as a direct result of reading at least Believe! and maybe event RTCC, but at any rate, of learning about Catholicism. I know of more that got married. And of at least a couple of people that have potentially avoided suiciding themselves because of learning about these things.
Beyond that, if you are hellbent on drowning your soul and future in pussy, there’s not much I can do, or even want to do, to dissuade you. If god has given us free will, who am I to try to force you away from the path to hell you are choosing?
All I can do is tell you of my walk along that route and why I think it’s a very bad idea in the end. I not only survived, but I got uncommonly lucky, and I say luck because I know who I am talking to here, people that either are, or were, or aspire to be, as I was, some kind of fearless pussy-hunter, and I don’t want to be so presumptuous to ascribe God’s grace to me to the extent that He clearly Has done so. Not because He has not, but because I don’t want you getting the idea that I think I deserve it.
I know I don’t and didn’t deserve it. But God permitted me to have it anyways, and even better than I thought it could be. Of course, there are hardships too, but man, am I glad for these hardships as opposed to the alternatives that I would have faced in that life of headlong hedonism.
So I hope you have read this all, young man. And I hope you take the advice and use it to avoid all the pitfalls and traps that delayed and snared me, and make the future for you and your children one where the Klaus Schwabs and globohomo pedo-satanists of the world have their DNA eradicated forever.
And if you’re not all that young anymore, then I hope you are in time still. You can be, and yes, sometimes it’s up to God, but buddy, trust me, if you’re in your late 40s or even 50s, you still can get it all. Which is not to say you don’t need to move your ass, you do, because as my Grandmother always said: “Aiutati e il ciel t’aiuta.”
Help yourself and heaven helps you.
But it’s still all doable.
Yesterday I spoke to a guy I used to know some 20 years ago and that I did some security/bodyguard/close protection/hello-sir-can-interest-you-in-some-fairness-karma-and-justice kind of stuff. We are the same age. He has 7 children (he started earlier than me, the weakling, so I only have 5) the youngest being 7 months old. And trust me when I say that he had very few redeeming human qualities. Having been who I was, I can say that without any malice.
If he can, and I can, so can you.
And in case you’re wondering, no, he’s not Catholic. But he is religious, and believes in his culture and his people’s traditions, and in fact moved back to his ancestral land, as, in a sense, have I. Well, I haven’t taken the Most Serene Republic of Venice back yet, but you know, give it time, I may do it just yet.
And if you are a Boomer, and managed to read this all without spitting at the screen about how your g-g-generation was the best ever, and how we GenXrs should just have lifted ourselves from our bootstraps, like you did, and all that, then do what you can to help your sons, or theirs, or a total stranger if it comes to it. I mean, hey, if you’re short of ideas, you can always donate to my project here at The Kurganate.
Or like my own father did, help your son/s daughters own property/land/a business that they can develop and pass on to their children and so in in turn. Remember that most wealthy people are so because of generational wealth being passed down.
My ancestors were adventurers, explorers and handy with swords and guns and some with politics, but they also squandered their fortunes in some cases and made them and passed it on in others, but I plan, as best I can, to pass it all on. And to raise wolves. Good, strong, ethical, Catholic wolves, but wolves nonetheless.
I hope you do too.
The Male Quest for Woman
And the Incidendal Drawing and Quartering of Rollo Tommasi.
Adam has recently posted a couple of somewhat interesting articles that consider the prospect of sex before marriage, fornication, and the PUA mindset in general.
The key message I personally see as most relevant in the first one is the partial quote that derives from the reading of Goldwin Smith (a 19th Century historian) by the author of the piece Adam links to, JM Smith, which he however presents only in part, and I think deserves a fuller version of it:
He [Goldwin Smith] was appalled by the prospect of women’s suffrage, correctly foreseeing that it would make democratic politics even more emotional, and that Anglo Saxon men would be to soft, silly and spineless to stop it. He explained this as the dolorous result of gynæmania, a “disease” of the Anglo Saxon male that was characterized by a morbidly excessive craving for the good opinion of women. The word gynæmania was first coined as a scientific name for satyriasis, or a morbidly excessive craving for carnal knowledge of women, but Smith saw that slavery to sex was becoming slavery to the female sex.
The emphasis on Anglo-Saxon is mine, and I maintain it remains the key point of the article, as it was indeed in the post by JM Smith, and indeed Golden Smith’s original work, even if Adam did not seem to focus on it particularly. So keep this point about the Anglos in mind for later, we shall return to it.
The second article can be summed up as a strong and unequivocal advice —almost an order, really— to men, to not indulge in sex before marriage; and he takes a post by Rollo Tommasi as his jumping off point. Tommasi is somewhat “revered” in PUA circles as being one of the grandfathers of the PUA movement. Personally, though I have weird hobbies, and looking at PUAs and their thirst for raping incels’ wallets was one of many such entertainments, I have never found Tommasi to be especially insightful of much of anything. And the article Adam links to is definitely of the stupidly degenerate category, although my take on things is considerably different from Adam’s in many respects.
Rollo’s post is a car-crash of bullshit and lies and simply illogical nonsense and deserves a point by point take-down even just on its own (non-existent) supposed merits. And… because… you know how I said I have weird hobbies? And typing doesn’t hurt me, I’m going to do just that right here below, between the fancy page breaks. If you don’t care (which is absolutely fine), or if you can’t hold a key point in your mind for more than 3 minutes, or are particularly pious and find vulgarity distatesful, then avert your eyes and skip the Rollo Tommasi take-down below, and scroll to the second fancy page break.
The key points by the way, so far are:
Rollo in fog-fart grey background your friendly host in standard text.
Rollo, do you think “Body Count” matters?
Absolutely. And the higher, the better. I need a girl who’s DTF (down to fuck) from the jump. For guys after 50, all that pretentious bullshit about long-term commitment should melt away to sexual expediency. It’s not about experience or some contrived want for a virgin bride. It all comes down to guys who fuck and guys who don’t. If we’re talking from the perspective of evolutionary effectiveness, women (and men) with higher body counts are effectively proven commodities in a sexual economy.
The sexually unfulfilled and deprived Rollo tells us several things right in the first paragraph:
UPDATE: I stand corrected! He’s been married since he was 28, which means I was completely correct about his being a fraud with regard to his “experience” with bedding women, it’s literally all made up theory. And since I did not “correct” any of the subsequent points after this point, you can verify immediately that I really did not know anything about this guy besides read maybe 10 lines of his stuff over the last decade and concluding he was irrelevant, and secondly, that my dissection of his nonsense post is spot on, despite this.
“Oh, oh! but you say he is sexually unfulfilled and deprived, when he clearly has (or had) sex with a lot of women, you’re just bitter!”
No, young Padawan, pay attention now:
Firstly: PUAs LIE. And Lie spectacularly about their “body count” trust me on this, I looked into the subspecies of “male” that labels themselves as PUAs in some depth. Feel free to use the Search Me button on the right there. (heh… in light of my not bothering to research Rollo at all and then it turns out he was married the whole time he pretended to be a “player” this is kind of hilarious.)
Secondly: Let’s in any case ass-u-me Rollo does indeed still have regular sex with random hotties every week. Even if that were the case, considering by his own supposed “reality” he has been doing that for 30 years or so, you have to wonder… what can he possibly still be chasing? As regular readers of this blog will know, I am no stranger to the female form myself, and went through a lot of women in a short period of time after I gave up essentially on long-term relationships. And after a few years of it, I tell you, I was essentially bored of it. And no, I am not a guy with low T or lack of energy or any difficulty in securing a regular flow of pretty, usually above average intelligence, women to my bed. I assure you, my pointing this out comes from having lived that way and not any kind of misplaced envy, lack of understanding, or inexperience at the “thrill” of a new woman under me. The fact is that only a man that has yet to fill the hole in his soul can continue to behave this way, in the erroneous belief that if he just beds enough women, somehow, at some point, he will feel fulfilled. Don’t get me wrong, there is some truth to the fact that if you become able to essentially pick up women for sex almost at will, it does give you a certain… I am not even sure what to call it, but I guess… level of general life confidence would be it. But in reality it has little to do with how many women you take to bed and more with your attitude when with a woman. There are men that have this sense of confidence innate to them and only marry and stay with one woman for their entire lives, and there are men that may go through some women to realise they have it already. It’s a little like martial arts. There are guys who never take a class but in a certain circumstance will not hesitate to fight back, and there are guys who need to go training for a while to feel strong in their sense of justice, or whatever. The reality is that a man who forever chases sex with an ever growing number of women, is simply a malformed man. He is not, I assure you a self-actualised man, to borrow a Maslowian term. He is like the perennial teenager, still trying to be “cool” at 70. Or if you prefer, he’s like the Boomers, who keep insisting 80 is the new 40, or whatever. And that is no way for a grown man to be.
Third: Remember that point about the Anglos being far more desperate in general for female approval than say, well, your average dago, spic, South American, Greek… oh look… it’s a divide between Protestant and Catholic or Orthodox religions… again. Things that make you go hmmmm, eh?
Are you starting to understand what I mean by deprived and unfulfilled yet? (It seems clear he wishes he was a “player” which he clearly is not, and never was so…)
Guys who don’t fuck spend lifetimes consoling themselves with moral high-ground narratives to explain why they don’t fuck. At least 80% of guys don’t fuck, so there’s a lot of narrative inbreeding and self-congratulatory bullshit passed around among them. This bullshit has been de rigueur for millennia, but in the social media age, it’s an obvious cope. We’re just more aware of it now.
Of course, the best narratives are the ones that make guys who don’t fuck feel good about not fucking while simultaneously making guys who do fuck feel bad about fucking. This disqualification tactic is one of the many forms of bloodless intrasexual competition tactics that 80%er men have consoled themselves with since the Middle Ages. If you can make your intrasexual rival feel guilty about fucking – because God hates fucking for any reason besides making babies – then you have a tactical advantage in the sexual economy. It works even better if you can gaslight a superior sexual rival to believe he (or she) is going to Hell if he pursues his biological imperative to his fullest potential.
Good God. Talk about gaslighting. If you take him at his word, Rollo is saying that fucking, just that, fucking, not procreating, not making children, just fucking, as many women as possible, is what makes life worthwhile. I have met men like this. Several PUAs are like this, and let me tell you, they are absolutely pathetic. They are a kind of Gollum about pussy in general. My Preciousssss they say, obsessed, salivating, masturbating furiously, whether alone or inside someone else, and that is all that their lives revolve around.
He also further blurts out obvious absolute lies, imputing 80% of men in the Middle Ages did this thing: which was about telling you that way to live (that he thinks is the epitome of existence) is a shallow, discivilisational, unfulfilling, unhealthy way to exist, and not live at all, and they did it to prevent other men from having sex with lots of women. This is complete nonsense, since most men in the middle ages got married, did not have lots of partners, and raised children with their wives, and in the Catholic world at least (which was the ONLY Christianity), most marriages lasted literally until death parted them.
According to him, the entire structure of the Catholic Church was set up so the celibate priests could get all the poonani. It’s ridiculous on its face, ahistorical, and frankly smacks of Gollum-like backward rationalisation that would make a crack whore trying to justify her habit blush with shame.
Generally, lesser men cannot openly challenge greater men (men who fuck) in physical prowess. So, more intelligent men who don’t fuck contrived forms of social gaslighting to improve their chances of reproducing. Smarter lesser men have always devised workarounds to solve their reproductive problems. It’s actually one of the strengths of our species. Nothing sparks innovation quite like a man solving his proximate need for sex and his ultimate need to reproduce. And nothing has been more expedient a tactic than convincing a greater man that he ought to disqualify himself from the sexual economy.
According to Rollo, the Gammas have been “successful” throughout the ages at getting Alpha men to not reproduce. Oh, no, sorry, to fuck, for the sake of fucking alone; reproduction be damned. Once again, anyone who has actually been successful with women over a period of some years, can tell you this is absolute bullshit, and it makes me suspect Rollo, like so many PUAs after him, is likely also full of shit about his supposed sexual prowess with women. It doesn’t matter what the Gammas do. Alphas and Sigmas (that are that way inclined, some Sigmas are not) will be with women sexually even if you imposed the death penalty for doing so. And they would still find ways to get away with it. Gammas have never been very successful at anything really, except being annoying, redundant, and getting women to avoid them like radioactive plague. And notice also that for Rollo the sole qualifier of what makes a man “great” is how high his body count is. Truly it is so pathetically ridiculous that it makes me laugh at both the stupidity of it, and Rollo’s own intrinsic amoeba-like existence. And while he wants very much to paint my view of this as some sort of “envy”, there really is absolutely zero of any such intent or reality in my perspective. It is genuinely the somewhat ironic mild amusement one gets from watching a complete fuckwit trying to be clever and spectacularly showing his ass to the world for the fuckwit he really is.
The problem is, guys who fuck are usually too preoccupied with the logistics of fucking to be bothered by the self-loathing moralism of guys who don’t fuck. At least, that’s how it’s been in a post-Sexual Revolution sexual economy. If it ain’t broke, fixing it isn’t even an afterthought. When you watched the now infamous AMOGing scene in The Wolf Of Wall Street where Leonardo Di Caprio swoops Margot Robbie from a trust fund yuppie, you’re really watching the intrasexual combat between a guy who fucks and a guy who doesn’t. It’s how human males lock horns over sexual access in rutting season. The only thing a guy who doesn’t fuck has in his arsenal is his cunning and nerve.
The emphasis is added by me to point out yet again another logical fallacy. The men who are successful with women do not preoccupy themselves with the logistics of fucking at all, beyond possibly getting their maid, sister, or slutty FWB, to change their semen-stained bedsheets from the night before, because they have a new girl coming over. Literally every man I have known that was… well… a “guy who fucks” like Rollo wants to put it, gave his interactions with women less consideration than he did his enjoyment of a film with a good friend, or his sport of choice, or reading a book he was into. The fact Rollo does not know this, again, makes me suspect he is not quite the lady-killer he presents himself as.
This is why body count only matters to guys who don’t fuck. Their moral crisis isn’t about their inability to find a virgin bride. Guys who don’t fuck couldn’t give two shits about whether a woman’s ability to pair bond with him is impaired by her body count. All they really want is the kind of sex women give to guys who do fuck but never need the ‘value added’ benefits he had to qualify for to get her to fuck him. You see, the gaslighting goes both ways – outwardly towards a sexual rival and inwardly to convince himself that his purpose is righteous. Moralizing over body count is as much about the guy wagging his finger at women as it is about their indiscriminate fucking. There’s actually nothing indiscriminate about it, but sour grapes and making your necessity a virtue are necessary to make Strategic Pluralism an unfalsifiable sexual strategy.
There is a hint of truth to this paragraph, but it is presented as the only absolute, which, as usual, is nonsense. Most men in general actually do care about body-count for any woman they would consider as a long term partner, and at times even for ones they would consider only for a temporary fling. The fact Rollo does not know this, is a clear indication that he is still at the teenager level of sexual immaturity.
Strategic Pluralism Theory
According to strategic pluralism theory (Gangestad & Simpson, 2000), men have evolved to pursue reproductive strategies that are contingent on their value in the mating market. More attractive men accrue reproductive benefits from spending more time seeking multiple mating partners and relatively less time investing in offspring (guys who fuck).
In contrast, the reproductive effort of less attractive men, who do not have the same mating opportunities (guys who don’t fuck), is better allocated to investing heavily in their mates and offspring and spending relatively less time seeking additional mates.
From a woman’s perspective, the ideal is to attract a partner who confers both long-term investment benefits and genetic benefits (true hypergamy). Not all women, however, will be able to attract long-term investing mates who also display heritable fitness cues (guys who fuck). Consequently, women face trade-offs in choosing mates because they may be forced to choose between males displaying fitness indicators or those who will assist in offspring care and be good long-term mates (Gangestad & Simpson, 2000).
The most straightforward prediction that follows is that women seeking short-term mates when the man’s only contribution to offspring is genetic should prefer muscularity more than women seeking long-term mates.
from Why Is Muscularity Sexy? Tests of the Fitness Indicator Hypothesis
Guys who fuck are usually typified by physique. Usually.
All that theory says is what has been known since the dawn of time. Women want the fittest and most successful male to breed with, and those types of men have unlimited options so tend to make use of them. Also, water is wet.
Much as I despise Destiny, the guy DOES fuck. Maybe not like Justin Waller, Jason Momoa, or Mike Sartain, but he certainly ruts like a feral animal compared to Ben Shapiro. Guys who fuck don’t sit around comparing dick sizes or bask in the glow of the imaginings of the third-party validation they get from filling a void in their souls/egos by fucking. These are tropes that guys who don’t fuck tell themselves to explain why guys who do fuck are fucking the women they’ll eventually fuck because those women ran out of options. The concept of fucking for some ephemeral form of validation is part of that gaslighting I mentioned above.
Here we see a rather convoluted bit of chaff-firing, self-delusion and gaslighting in order to justify and rationalise both to himself and the world, his ultimately meaningless way of existing.
He says guys who have his (supposed) lifestyle do not worry about their image which can be “true” to the extent that some men do not care how their womanising makes them look to other men (or in some cases to women too) or society in general, but they tend to be the exceptions, most Alpha types do care about the way they are perceived, and in any case, they all care at least about what women, or at least any given woman in particular, at a point in time, thinks of them, if only to get them in bed. It is also generally true that men who are successful with women do not tend to over-analyse themselves (unless they are PUAs) but the fact remains there is a deeply unfulfilled part of them, whether they realise it or not consciously, that has quite a lot to do with needing to feel loved, and paradoxically, their womanising tends to almost ensure they are ostracised from that very sensation they crave (consciously or not).
But ultimately he ends with yet another nihilist absolute. According to him, such men (as he presents himself to supposedly be) fuck for… just the orgasm I guess. They don’t do it for any self-validation, they don’t do it for love, they don’t do it for procreation, they don’t do it for long term companionship… right Rollo, nice of you to finally admit (if passively aggressively like a whiny bitch) that all people like you do, is really masturbate themselves to death, and it really makes little difference if you do it alone or with a human you empathise with about the same as you do with your no-doubt well-used fleshlight.
It’s intended to get your genetic superior to disqualify himself by contemplating his filling the void of existence with meaningless sex. Meaning plays another big role in the game of guys who don’t fuck. “Meaning” is a container word. It’s a term you can subjectively fill with anything you like. Even fucking if you’re clever about it. Meaning is intentionally ambiguous, and that’s what makes it so effective in being unfalsifiable. As a rule, gaslighting depends on unfalsifiable concepts, but meaning is one of the capstones. Any time you listen to some child on the Fresh & Fit podcast prattle on about how she’s living her truth, you’re listening to a variation of the meaningfulness horseshit.
And here Rollo doubles down on the idea that his life has no meaning. None whatsoever. All there is, is the fuck, for the sake of the fuck, the ultimately masturbationary orgasm for the sake of the orgasm itself, not any other reason. Not self-validation, not self-improvement, not marriage, not reproduction, nope, nope, nope, just the ever omnipresent “fuck”.
Do you see why I compared him, and people like him, to Gollum?
Guys who don’t fuck, like Ben Shapiro and Jordan Peterson, are actually the ones who need validation. Because soul-void fulfillment means confronting the reality that they’ll never enjoy the uninhibited feral lust their wives reserved for the men in their past who fucked. Men who never had to prove their value-added bona fides to fuck the women who would become their wives. Men who don’t fuck live lives of ceaselessly qualifying for a desire they know their wives were capable of with other men but can’t seem to provoke themselves. This is why validation is a thing for guys who don’t fuck – and women who need a Jungian term to explain why guys who do fuck won’t fuck them.
And now he takes the doubled down absolute idiocy to truly stupefying levels. According to him, the men who “fuck” are the be-all and end-all of life, the utter epitome of manly manness. Yes, there is some truth to the self-soothing half-truths and lies men and women tell themselves for not being as successful in the sexual marketplace, but what Rollo tries desperately to shove under the carpet with his tracer-firing barrage at what he considers “inferior” men is the question: What, exactly, are the men who “fuck” better for, or at, in life? And the ONLY thing Rollo keeps coming up with is the purpose of “the fuck” itself. Which is, of course, either ridiculous or nihilistic and pathetic to a suicidal degree. And we know more than one PUA has gone the suicide route too. (And as it happens, Rollo himself turns out to be one of the guys who “does not fuck”, in his own terminology, which according to him, makes him the same as Ben Shapiro. Well… I got nothing, the man is entirely a fraud whichever way you look at it.)
Guys who don’t fuck are the dutiful, loyal, supportive, and nameless husband who Rosehad children and grandchildren with, yet pined for Jack (a guy who fucks) and dropped a priceless diamond to the bottom of the sea in the final moments of her life at the end of Titanic. Hypergamy doesn’t care about the moral crises and ethical concerns of guys who don’t fuck. Validation and body count are just two heads of a conjoined twin. They haven’t gotten the memo that their 20th-century moralism-as-strategy is meaningless in a 21st-century sexual marketplace.
Ah yes. Using Titanic as the masterpiece of philosophy that it clearly was, and making the vapid, stupid, callous, utterly self-absorbed narcissist Rose, the “heroine” of the piece, because she throws away a fortune she could have given to her progeny, in quintessential, wicked, super-boomer format, is indeed, a bold strategy, Rollo! Not a good one, valid or sensible one, but certainly “bold”. As in the same kind of “bold” that would stick his dick in a bar-cutting industrial machinery to “prove his manliness”.
Body count only matters to nameless husbands who don’t fuck. It doesn’t matter to anywoman because they would rather fuck a lot of Jacks on a sinking ship than be bothered by the purity (paternity) concerns of guys who don’t fuck. Guys who fuck don’t care about body count because they know women hate guys who don’t fuck, and those guys care about body count.
Again, it is quite obvious that Rollo protesteth too much here, as he has throughout the entire vapid, ageing PUA post.
Rollo is the male equivalent of a post-wall woman who has ridden the cock-carousel so long she is now left on the shelf. And Rollo is the post-wall “bad-boy” (assuming he ever really actually was one at all) who is left with spent cigarettes, a ruggerised fleshlight, wrinkles, and increasingly creeping despair, at the beginning of the end of a life wasted on ephemera.
FINAL UPDATE: As I said right from the start, PUAs lie, and as it happens Rollo lied about pretty much everything concerning his supposed “ability” concerning women, and he advises men to do the exact opposite of what he himself has done, which is to stay married to one woman for 26 years. If he had been the ladykiller he presented himself as, the above vivisection would be absolutely correct, and as it happens, remains so, regarding the fictional would-be Rollo. And since he is an absolute fraud that advises others to go down a path he knows nothing about and leads to nothing good long term, one can hardly imagine anything he has to say is relevant or worthwhile. Even by his own (retarded) “measuring stick” Rollo himself is the exact guy who “does not fuck” that he so denigrates in his post. And yet he also advises against being married. So… what exactly is Rollo, what does he actually have to say that is relevant, or true, or valid?
Right, now after that vivisection, let us return to the original points, which are that:
And seeing what that says about men who chase after women for sex and so on in general terms and in spiritual terms.
First of all, I think the point about Anglos being afflicted by gynæmania is a real thing. The English speaking world of the Anglos is indeed, culturally, regardless of whether British (though these are the epicentre of it) Australian, New Zealand, Canadian, or even the more Anglecised parts of America, tends to be irrelevant, as a people, they tend to be grossly united by the Protestant Zeitgeist and a kind of fear/intimidation/shyness of women in general.
Certainly none of the Catholic countries suffer from this to anywhere near the extent the English people do. And it has been this way for centuries. The writings of Italian travellers to England recounts the same view of things that we Southern European tend to have even today of the English men and the English women.
I believe in part it is due to the nefarious influence of Protestantism, as it is an invariably mechanising of humanity and the minute you do that, the first errors will be with your understanding/handling/appreciation of women, because human females are in a way the very embodiment of the chaos of humanity at its best and its worst, and any reduction at binarium pensierum (binary thinking) will invariably produce vast errors in your model of reality with respect to women. And as such they will become only more mystifying, unpredictable and dangerous for you. The other part is due to the fact that as a rule, the Anglos tend to be a logical and shy people, neither of which quality lends itself particularly well to being easy-going in relation to women, who as a rule are not logical and only pretend to be shy in the company of men, if at all.
For such men, the eventual “ability” to bed a lot of women does in fact begin to become a form of validation for them. It remains essentially a false one, but one they believe in and buy into as much as the people they try to convince around them.
These are the men that despite having slept with a hundred or even a few hundred women or more, remain nevertheless prey to their own desire for women and susceptible to how they are perceived by the women they are attracted to. They invariably appear as what the Zoomers call “cringe” to men who have the self-assuredness internally that these Anglo types seek perennially, and hardly ever find. I have known men that only had two women as sexual partners, the first was their wife and the second also their wife, after the first one died, and yet these men would have zero problem genuinely attracting almost any woman they set their eyes on, and they would do so free of the anxiety and self-doubt that plagues the supposed ladies men with hundreds of notches on their belts.
For me, discovering I was able to get women to have sex with me successfully, was not self-actualising in any way. It was more like discovering I had a natural aptitude for fencing, or skiing. A kind of pleasant surprise about something I never really gave much thought to one way or the other. And a good part of why I was successful has very much to do with the fact that that is pretty much how I treated it, not because I wanted to pose as such a person, but because I am such a person. And I cannot with certainty say what makes a man that way or not. I think at least some of it is genetic, but life experiences probably formed in childhood also has something to do with it.
And if I had to give it my best guess, I would say it is probably mostly due to whether your relationship with your parents, and primarily your father, was honest and direct and loving or not. The English sense of “logical detachment” I think is ultimately damaging to children, which is why the entire Anglosphere is a fucking mess of feral youfs with no sense, no honour, no dignity, or discipline to speak of, and increasingly illiterate at that.
The more instinctual and visceral love of an Italian father, who may well kick your ass, literally, for some small or even wrong reason, but who would unquestioningly jump into a harvesting combine to save you, is a far healthier way to be raised than the cold logic of the Anglo-Saxons. And instills in you a profound sense of self-assuredness that I think nothing else does. And that sense comes through to women like a lighthouse in the dark, whether they are aware of it or not consciously (mostly not).
I hope this explains the reason why some men, regardless of how many women they have slept with, ultimately remain on some level… uncertain. Doubtful. Unfinished. And women can in fact sense that.
Now, let us get to the concept of fornication in general and so on, which in fairness, was the topic that Adam was trying to cover, and to which, my extremely long preamble above is merely introduction to give you my context.
On Fornication
First of all, let me state unambiguously that yes, in an ideal world, the way that the Catholic Church says we should behave, both as men and women is indeed, the best and ideal way. No question. I unreseveredly agree.
That said, being as I am Catholic, and being as I lived like a heathen for at least 43 years of my time on Earth, and given that I made no attempt to resist temptations of the flesh in that time, I think I can say with some authority that:
So, if unmitigated fornication is the equivalent of a blind and deaf man walking towards a cliff-face, how can I possibly begin to even make him aware of this truth? The temptations of the flesh after all are not a fairy tale. They are very much real, and they certainly never felt bad or sinful to me when I indulged deeply in them, nor, do I expect they feel that way to the average 20-something or even 30-something year old male that is “finally getting some!”
And while Adam and people like him, including Catholic Priests and Bishops are absolutely correct that it is a damaging thing, it’s not as if I had not heard that sort of preaching when I was indulging deeply in fornication and then some.
And my reaction to it all was usually, something like, Eh, poor bastard isn’t getting any and he either doesn’t know what he’s missing, or maybe would like, much as the feminists, everyone to be as miserable as him.
And I expect any young man that has got this far (if any have) in this long post, is probably thinking the same thing, and they also do not have a counter-example as a reference frame. Not one they have lived certainly, because that counter example you only get once you are married, and fully committed to one woman, and she is to you too.
It sort of feels like a lie. Oh, don’t you have any fun now, boy, you just wait and just take the ONE sweet, and only that one, for the rest of your life, and trust us, it’s better this way. With all the bullshit you have ingested by age 20, and your at least seeing some of it (if you are not completely retarded) one can hardly be blamed for thinking this too is a massive lie.
And because I am Catholic, and because I have also the example of my own life, and the awesomeness of a real priest that Baptised, Confirmed and presided over my Marriage, and had the benefit of his wisdom and kindness, I also understand that fallen as we are, erroneous as we are, mistaken as we are, we are not necessarily evil or shunning God. We are just wrong. Badly, desperately, tragically, sadly, wrong, but mostly just wrong, not intentionally evil. And we are sad, weak, feel unloved and uncared for by anyone and we try, like drowning rats, to scrabble some sense of worth and love and kindness, wherever there is any illusion we might find some. And so we make mistakes.
And most of you reading this who are unmarried will be in the midst of those mistakes, and I am not here to chastise you, or rain thunder and fire and brimstone and judgement from God on your weighted and desperate heads. Far from it.
I was one of you. I walked your path deeper and longer in the swamp of godless life than most. So, young man, if you will, after this very long set of words, take a seat near my camp-fire and let me tell you a story and may it help you navigate your own swamp, and may it be shallow and brief.
So you are fornicating. So you may even like a girl you are with and be boyfriend and girlfriend, and you may even be thinking how it would be nice if it will last. Or maybe you’re so infatuated with the sensations of sex that a new girl every week or every day or two, or whatever, is intoxicating and draining all your thoughts and actions, wallet and testicles. Whatever the case may be, listen to this and think it over:
What do you want for your life? What do you want to think about your life when you are 99 years old and on your rocking chair and you can see the grim reaper finally walking towards you? And you’re fine with it and smile at him even, recognising that this supposedly terrible and fearful boogeyman is nothing more than a tired and misunderstood boatman, taking you across the veil (or the river Styx if you prefer).
Do you think you will be pleased reminiscing over your 287 sexual conquests, aided by your printed out spreadsheet in large letter format, because your eyes are no longer what they used to be? Playing out the sex tapes on the projector of your study to remember better what you did or felt or what they did? Or who they even were? Do you think that will warm your heart as you face the final journey?
Or your sporting achievements?
Or your financial ones, absent children and grandchildren to leave it to?
Tell me, young man, what do you think will make you able to face the final boatman with serenity and peace?
I’ll tell you what it is for me now and what I hope it will be for me at 105, but I say only 105 because I started late, otherwise 99 would be perfectly acceptable to me too. And yes, I know I’d be lucky to get there.
It is the idea of my children grown up and married and with children of their own, and doing well, and if God grants me the energy and the fortune to do so, the idea of leaving them as much as I possibly can, to make their lives and those of their children good ones.
It is the idea of watching my grandchildren and possibly even my great-grandchildren (hence 105!) running around nearby, screaming and making noise and playing joyfully and laughing full belly-laughs and thinking my sons and daughters and their wives and husbands are good women and men who will be with them to the end of their days and help them raise the next lot of joyous Crusaders for God, Truth and Justice, as my family line has done since the literal original First Crusade.
Now you may have a different religion from me (because you’re still young and stupid, heh, heh, heh) but I don’t think it changes the equation. I don’t think it changes it at all.
And here is what else I think. I think if what I just told you is NOT what inspires you, is abhorrent to you in some way, then I hope very much it’s only because, as I said, you’re young, and really fucking stupid, and you have bought in to a lot of Boomer-era lies, And I sincerely hope you grow out of your mental retardation.
And if not, if that is who you really are, then fuck you. I hope you die young and rid the world of another noxious creature that only spoils the Earth and everything on it. And I’m not talking about climate change, you fuckwit.
Now, if you get the impression that I am a kind of bastard for an old man, I would say, fuck you at the “old man” I can probably still kick your ass at 54 if you are in your twenties, depending on some factors, but that aside, yeah, I am not the most pleasant human being. I don’t like humans much because mostly they are weak, and because they are weak they lie. And they lie a lot. They lie to themselves first and then to everyone else around them. And the lies cause the harm. They cause ALL the harm. Which is as the god of this world wants it. Because this Earth is under the dominion of Satan. And no, young man, I don’t give a shit if you think “The Devil” is a superstition. He is more real than the heart-attack all the poor imbeciles that took the genetic serum are probably facing in the not too distant future.
Oh, and this is just a side note, but listen up: The Earth is NOT Flat!
And if you think it is you are a stupid bastard and I really don’t care what happens to you and with a level of stupidity that high it is definitely a better thing if you do not pass on those retarded genes at all.
Back to my story, now.
So, if you agree with me so far, then you also must realise that you get that kind of old-age satisfaction only if you make children and raise them well. And this means finding and marrying a woman that will also want to be with you until one or both of you die and raise children together. No matter what difficulties you will both face. No matter if you are so fucking stupid one day to fuck your secretary, or hire a prostitute, or become a heavy drinker, or make a bad business decision and lose your shirt. And conversely, no matter if she is so fucking stupid to spread her legs for the sexy postman, or her co-worker, or the neighbour, or she becomes a heavy drinker, or more worried about what the neighbours think of you and her than looking after her husband and children, or she splashes out on stupid shit and drives you to the brink of bankruptcy.
So is it easy to find such a woman? No.
Is it easy to stay married to such a woman, delightful as she might be? No.
Will you come across things in life that will hurt you in ways you never imagined, and that would seem to make leaving her a better option? Yes.
More than once? In all likelihood, yes.
And will she come across such things? Yes, without shadow of a doubt, and probably even more often than you.
And if you are thinking right now, Well Old Man, this is a really rosy picture you’re painting for me, what the fuck do you want me to do, and is the light at then of the tunnel also an oncoming train?
I say this to you:
Firstly fuck you twice for the Old Man again, you wet behind the ears know-nothing. Secondly, it’s not rosy. It’s just how it is, so you know what you’re facing. Forewarned is forearmed as they say. What I want you to do is immaterial. It’s what you want to do, or not do, that matters. Realise whether you pick something, or pick nothing, you’re still picking something. So choose, and choose consciously, because at least then you got no one to blame but yourself.
Oh, and yeah, in the end, the light at the end of the tunnel is always an oncoming train. Sometimes it’s got a boatman riding up front. Smile and run at it, because fuck the train. Live like a man and die like one too if need be.
So now you might be thinking, Ok Old Man, so how do I find such a woman?
And I say to you, firstly, fuck you three times for the Old man. Secondly, unless you have uncommon good luck, unless God for some reason decides to send you an Angel in disguise as a human woman, most likely, you cannot find such a woman walking the Earth today.
Young man stares blankly at me.
You have to build her.
Young man says: What?
You have to build her, boy. You find one that is as close as you can find to a finished product, and I sincerely advise you to find one that is in your category of looks. If you are a 7 don’t try and stay with a 9. You’ll be so worried about keeping her that you will fuck up a myriad things and she will end up fucking your “best friend”, the neighbour, your boss, her boss, and if you did marry her, she will take the kids and your house too when she inevitably divorces you.
Take your time in your courtship. Learn who she is and pay attention to what she does and how she acts in various situations and feel free to almost totally ignore whatever she says she is like. You can really only go badly wrong if you believe her when she describes all her good qualities. Pay her words no mind. Observe her actions instead.
If you feel you have enough to work with (at least 51% good is a minimum) then begin to go about leading by example. Do NOT request of her efforts or sacrifices you are not willing to exceed. And yes, some things are not comparable on a like for like basis, because she is a woman and you are a man, you can no more give birth or breastfeed your child than she can write the alphabet in the snow when urinating, and don’t think the one is equivalent in value to the other, but realise that as a general rule, women can provide three things to a man:
And a man generally provides three things for a woman:
So do your part and gently show her the way, so she feels better about herself, as women invariably do when they begin to act in accordance with their God-given, biological imperatives, that have been subverted by lies for the last hundred plus years or so.
That’s about it, boy.
And if you are still wondering where this puts you in the fornication scale, well, to not put too fine a point on it, according to the Church, until you marry and commit, your fornication is going to send you to Hell. So I would hurry up and get to finding that woman as quick, yet also as careful, as you can. And try not to get hit by a bus until you get married to her and repent and foreswear your heathen and fornicating ways, you miserable sinner.
And if you have any brains at all, about now, young man, you might be having a little smile at the apparently hypocritical, arrogant, bastard, old man in front of you.
And fuck you four times for the Old Man.
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By G | 4 February 2024 | Posted in Agnostic Christianity, Brain-Mind Functionality, Catholicism, Christianity, Increasing Happiness, Relationships, Relationships, Sedevacantism, Social Commentary, Stupid PUAs