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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:

  • Anglos are weird about caring about what women think of them, and,
  • Rollo is full of shit. The detailed takedown below is for those not experienced/logical/clear-headed enough to see why Rollo is full of shit, and I am here to help! [insert sociopath smile here].

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:

  • He is over 50 and not married or settled down, still chasing the ever elusive “high” of some sex with a random “hottie” (but at over 50 I am fairly sure he’ll take whatever bone is thrown at him).
  • He in fact has given up on being “pair-bonded” as the PUAs call it, to one woman. He tries to cover it up with absolutely false bravado and machismo, but it is painfully obvious he is in pain from this. Whether his pain is always conscious or not is not clear yet, self-deception in people like Rollo is over 9,000 and also eleventy.

  • 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.

  • He talks absolute nonsense with regard to “evolutionary effectiveness” because banging as many random women as possible, or, for a woman, even worse, as many guys as possible, throughout human history was only a recipe for absolute disaster and death, and the end of your genetic line. Staying together, regardless of the difficulties, and ensuring the survival of your plentiful children was the only successful strategy, and it still is. The obvious idiocy of his thinly veiled self-justification/rationalisation is clear to anyone with a functioning neurone or two.

“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:

  • Anglos are weird about caring about what women think of them, and,
  • Rollo is full of shit.

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:

  • We live on a world that is decidedly fallen and very far from ideal.
  • Every one of us is utterly flawed in many ways even after we see and realise and accept the truth of Catholicism.
  • Men who have yet even to see the truth of Catholicism cannot, in all likelihood, even begin to see why what are known as the sins of the flesh are even bad, never mind actual mortal sins.

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:

  • Enthusiastic sex
  • Loving, admiring, agreeable, respectful companionship
  • The easing of his life (cooking, cleaning, raising children)

And a man generally provides three things for a woman:

  • Financial betterment (home, comfort, security)
  • Protection (from everything ranging from a violent intruder to changing a tire, to reassuring her about her anxieties and worries)
  • Loving, protective, respectful, appreciative companionship

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.

You might be interested in the following posts:

  1. Sex and Relationship Lies
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  5. Sex Robots with AI: Feminists most impacted.

By G | 4 February 2024 | Posted in Agnostic Christianity, Brain-Mind Functionality, Catholicism, Christianity, Increasing Happiness, Relationships, Relationships, Sedevacantism, Social Commentary, Stupid PUAs

On the Role of Women

As mentioned en passant on a previous post on the infiltrators, a lot of so-called “red-pilled” or MRA (Men’s Rights Activists), or PUA or MGTOW (Men Going Their Own Way [incels for short]), or general inches and embittered “men”, make the mistake of assuming I am “one of them” or at least “nominally” on their side.

And ALL the embittered, acidic feminists, as well as the generally brainwashed females of planet Earth assume I am just a misogynist, EEEEBIL (yes with a B, because they are retards after all) woman-hater, patriarchal, oppressor of women everywhere.

And of course, before we delve into this topic at all, let us say a prayer of thanks to the Saintly Professor Cipolla and his first Law of Human Stupidity:

1. Always and inevitably, each of us underestimates the number of stupid individuals in the world

That there are stupid people in the world is well known. But Cipolla was convinced that we underestimated their number and influence in our lives and in society. He stated that “any numerical estimate would prove to be an underestimate”.

It’s enough thinking, for example, of those people we classified as intelligent but who suddenly begin to behave in a foolish and obtuse manner. Or it’s enough going out to the street to see how many people insist on hindering us, for no apparent reason other than stupidity.

Ave professor, Ave.

Armed with his fundamental concept, let us then proceed to discuss in a little more detail my actual take on women.

Very simply put, it is simply Catholic. As we give respect and reverence to Holy Mary, mother of our Lord and Saviour, without any shame or discomfort as experienced by Protestants, who seem to think to do so is somehow “worship” or “unmanly”, so Mary reflects the natural positive aspects of womanhood in general.

The demonic secularisation of Christianity, also known primarily as Protestantism, has caused incalculable damage to humanity over the last 500 years, culminating (and not yet at the apex) in today’s absolutely insane ideology of madness, where even something as absolutely obvious as the sex of a man or woman is “questioned” by the freaks trying to groom children into their disgusting sexual deviancy.

Since time immemorial, however, every sane and normal human being, yes, even the stupid ones, was perfectly aware that men and women are different on every level. Not just physiologically, but also and inevitably psychologically, because after all, form does follow function and mentality follows both form and function. Their different bodies mean also different ways of being, thinking and experiencing reality. The physical structures of a woman’s brain are also physically different from those of a man, and obviously, this too influences their thinking process.

In broad terms (and it bores me to death to have to explain BASIC statistics to retards, so do catch up if you don’t understand what that three word sentence means) we can say that women:

  • Are less Logical
  • Are more prone to being emotional
  • Respond more to Rhetoric than Dialectic
  • Have shifting hormonal patterns that greatly influence their moods
  • Are more nurturing and less combative
  • Tend to nag and complain instead of resolving issues (because it irritates the men into doing whatever it is… eventually)
  • Tend to want to be “listened to” more than “fixing” the issue
  • Are more verbal than men
  • Are absolutely more solipsistic than men
  • Have a completely different concept of things like Honour, Courage, Friendship, Loyalty, and so on than men do

These are simply observable facts. It really doesn’t matter if you agree or not, if you like it or not, if you understand it or not. the Universe, (and me) really don’t care if you can’t grasp the basic reality placed in front of your nose.

But does the above mean I see women as “useless” or less worthy of men, or that they are somehow inferior?

The ultimate answer is simply: No.

Are women less able than men? Sure, in a BUNCH of things. Pretty much anything requiring physical strength, iron-clad logic (especially under duress) or non-solipsistic abstract thought, they are at a massive disadvantage.

BUT.

And it’s an important but, a feminine woman makes life worth living for a man. Her loving tenderness, her animalistic instinct (acted on in the positive) will produce a sensation of care, love and attention to detail that a man simply would not even think of, but is absolutely able to appreciate and enjoy. The devotion of a woman in love with a man can be insane to the point of self-immolation in a way that goes beyond the rational and conscious self-sacrifice that a man may (and should for the right woman) have towards his woman. They are able to suffer day-to-day grinds that are as detrimental to a man as attempting to be a coal miner would be to a woman. A perfect example I recall that explain this is the one of a Southern Belle recounting the time her husband went to do a shopping trip in a supermarket for the first time. And consider these two had been married a long time and have grandchildren. She said when her husband came home with the shopping, he dropped the bags off then immediately went to his wife and thanked her profusely and hugged and her and told her how much he appreciates and loves her for doing all the shopping for all the years they were together. I laughed when she told the story, and she was of good humour telling it. And it absolutely represents the natural instincts of a man and a woman. A woman actually (probably? Almost?) enjoys going shopping. Especially if not rushed and able to buy what she wants without worrying too much about budgeting (but, conversely, they are also good at budgeting if they are provided parameters). While a man is just as likely to prefer being in a trench in a bloody war than traipse at funeral speed through endless shelves of despair and soul-crushing routine.

Her caring and listening to every little issue her little children tell her about is a necessary and important part of their feeling loved and cared for. Of course, a father too should never ignore his children, but let’s say that my enthusiasm for their showing me their scribbles “art” wanes somewhat at the 14th example. On the other hand, when it will be time to teach them to drive, or handle a firearm, or discuss the Illiad, or the principles of astronomy, or how a star works, and so on, they will find it difficult to have a more enthusiastic teacher than their father. And this balance, this being present in both the day-to-day minutiae, as well as the life-defining aspects, balanced between both father and mother is pivotal in having healthy childhood. It is indispensable. And yes, it is true that statistically, single mothers turn out far worse prospects for their children than single fathers, because an objective understanding of the Universe is gained primarily from the father, and not having a good grasp of that invariably leads you to bad choices in life. But the absence of motherly love can also result in an austere, somewhat desertic, self-evaluation that is not healthy, especially if that man or woman in turn goes on to become a parent.

Just like I do not think less of a man that has no warrior instinct, because he has the soul of a painter, of maybe of a farmer, I do not think less of women for their different skills and abilities. I cannot give birth to a child, nor would I ever want to, and I am infinitely grateful that women can and do this.

In short, when it comes to dealing with the world, it is just, proper and normal that the man leads in this. And leads absolutely in extreme situations. The reason is obvious: A man (if he is worthy of the name) is more objective, is more logical, is instinctively designed to put his family first and himself last in situations of extreme danger or even death. And in general, being non-solipsistic is better able to plan ahead and for the future of his family, children and wife, without being as easily swayed by temporary set-backs, difficulty or hardship.

And it is also just and proper that, generally speaking, if a woman wants a specific set of plates or layout of a room, (as long as certain basic practicalities are not ignored) or detail of their home life to be just so, that she should feel free to have it her way. The exception, of course, is any specifically male space the man has in the house, and/or, the in any way messing with his tools/weapons/workshop/study/books.

Similarly, a child is far more appreciative of the general attentiveness his mother gives to things like the clothes they wear, the school lunches she prepares for them, and so on. While a man’s general attitude is more akin to: Is it snowing? Here is a huge weatherproof jacket, boots and gloves and a hat. So what if it’s bright yellow, the boots are pink and the hat green with a pom-pom? Packed lunch? What, you can’t catch something and cook it over an open flame? What do they even teach you at kindergarten anyway?

The balance between a man and a woman is delicate, but not so delicate as you may think. It is increasingly difficult in the modern era mostly because of the degrees of lies that women have had inculcated in their heads (it’s easier to fool a woman with nonsense aimed at her solipsistic nature inspiring a victim complex, since it uses her own biological weaknesses against her). And of course, men have been lied to as well, using the same “chink in their armour” of “well, just man up”, which in a way is true, however, actually manning up, would probably look more like an armed rebellion that hangs all politicians from the nearest lampposts, rather than a peaceful demonstration about men’s rights that achieves precisely nothing. Instead they try and convince men to just shut up and take whatever new emasculating, humiliation ritual they come up with while convincing women that they are poor, oppressed victims of sexist men.

It’s all lie. Men’s natural instinct is to protect and take care of women’s primary needs. And women’s natural instinct is to nurture, feed and take care of her man’s secondary needs of comfort, peace and tenderness.

A very feminine woman and a very masculine man will feel a natural attraction to one another, but if you think the modern world is in any way conducive to their finding peaceful bliss right off the bat, you’re dreaming. The path to that has to be consciously chosen by both. Held to firmly by the man and eventually understood and appreciated by the woman too. In fact, the natural dynamic between the manly man and the womanly woman, was always a spark-filled dynamic since ancient times. The stories could as easily result in tragedy as in heroic bliss. Perhaps more often tragic in fact, if the ancient poems and legends are to be believed. Even so, the risk, for those men willing to take it, always seems worthwhile to them, it’s just that in modern times, the “crazy” of the feminine woman has risen exponentially and has far more paths to lead down nefarious ends. Which means the man must have all the more resolve, calm and steadiness in all things. A man’s strength lies in his willingness and ability to simply walk away if a when a woman is unwilling to listen to reason. Not as a ploy, not in anger, not as some kind of “game” theory. But simply, as just the truth of life. Hard as it may be; painful as it may be; if and when you have determined what is the ultimate truth of a situation, you are best served by taking the objective course of action that follows from it. Because in the end, that is the path you will be most able to live with in your own dark moments. The Ancients Greeks at Delphi said:

“Man, know thyself.” And they were right. I would add, “And act accordingly.”

In the end, if a man is simply coherent, consistent and true to himself, I guarantee a woman that fits with him exists in the world, and his chances of getting with her and eventually finding a lasting happiness with her are far better than if he simply tries to modify himself to try to fit with what he perceives is “expected” of him.

Fuck what the “world” wants. Let the world worry about how to fit to truth, justice and beauty instead, while you hold to those things and navigate life by them.

Remember, as Catholicism clearly states, we live in the world, but do not be of it. As a man, it is your duty to live, aspire to, and inspire in others, the virtues of life. Truth, Justice, Honour, Courage, Beauty.

Hold that line, friend.

Hold that line as surely and as absolutely as your Spartan ancestors held theirs, at Thermopylae. And let your stance reflect, and reverberate, and shape history, and inspire men for thousands of years to come, no matter what the specific fate of your individual life might be.

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By G | 14 October 2023 | Posted in Catholicism, Increasing Happiness, Relationships, Relationships, Social Commentary

The Disordered Woman

Over the last few days (and years and years) I have posted various things highlighting several of the very disordered aspects of modern society. I have specifically focussed in various ways on relationships between men and women, and how these are affected by so much of the surrounding nonsense.

I have often pointed out the Satanic nature of feminism (literally, it has purely Satanic roots at all levels, no matter how seductive the initial presentation is), which, of course, upsets feminists, and may rub many women the wrong way even if they are not avowed feminists.

The measure of discomfort a woman feels on reading that feminism is a net evil in the world is directly proportional to her lack of understanding of what it means to be a woman in reality, nature and as God intended.

And if that last sentence makes you even more upset, well, it’s unlikely you will have the mental fortitude to read the rest of this post, or ever learn anything useful about correcting the ills of the world, starting with yourself, as we all must.

In fairness to women, and as I have pretty much always stated, the fault of their disordered attitudes to life, lies in great part with men. That said, however, unless women want to be thought of, treated as, and in fact be, the human equivalent of cattle without any agency whatsoever, they need to take at least some responsibility. Incidentally, I advise they do. A vast majority of men would be perfectly happy to assume women have no more agency than ruminants, but I don’t think that’s the way forward.

So, then, according to me, and a lot of thoughtful men, what is it that women are getting so wrong and should make an effort to improve?

Settle down and let me mansplain it to you. Feel free to imagine me manspreading with a cowboy hat on and a redneck accent if it helps. Hell, if it helps go ahead and really fire up your imaginations and try and imagine me with a mullet and a cigarette. Whatever works ladies, whatever works!

The pivotal error most women have been trained to do, is to stop being women. To stop being feminine, and girly, and pretty, and pleasant, and polite, and dignified, and well-dressed. Yes, in effect I am saying that the pivotal error is that they are failing to act, be and enjoy being, like a prim and proper lady straight out of a 1950’s fiction about what the future would have been like.

Allow me to present to you some imagery that may help inspire you a little to at least understand what I mean. Try and grasp the sense of what the woman in these images feels like and how she feels about herself and her place in the world. Imagine it as something eminently positive even if you have been hypnotised to believe the opposite. Imagine their smiles, whether in drawings or photographs are genuine and happy, not posed or faked. Genuinely try to grasp the sense of this, and, if you like, imagine too, what the men in their lives are and should be like for them to genuinely be that happy and content and internally free.

And in case you think those images are too “dated” for your sense of modern style, then allow me to further help you “update” them in modernistic fashion as envisioned back then too.

You see, you can transpose the imagery, you can change the setting, you can manipulate the exterior and the style, but it is the inner sense of things which is the key.

What no man wants is this:

Or God-forbid, this:

In fact, almost all men, certainly all sane, well-balanced, normal ones, being confronted with this in their home,

Will gladly and regularly put up with this:

which, by the way, is pretty normal and natural for a woman to have and be like. And occasionally, when we deserve it, and as we are humans, we all do at times, even this:

ESPECIALLY, if it is presented in this very feminine fashion, which is indirectly and sweetly, VERY direct.

Now, to the squeals of the beached whales complaining, my ears are deaf, but to those perspicacious females that noted the question above as to what the man in their life should look like and act like for them to be happy to be as mentioned above, again, perhaps some inspirational imagery is in order.

And again, the images above reflecting men, are not supposed to “inspire” a bunch of metrosexuals to take on the airs of such imagery as boxers, mountaineers, soldiers, and random adventurers so as to impress women. The whole point of such men is that they do what they do because they want to. The impressing or not of others is inconsequential to them.

And while the entrenched feminist will continue to squeal like a poked pig that such patriarchal oppression is endemic of rape-culture and toxic masculinity and blah, blah, blah, who cares… it will be essentially because deep down in their core, like the hole at the centre of the Gamma male’s soul, entrenched feminists have a similar eternal void of self, and deep, deep down know they will never be able to snag, keep and be loved truly by such a man. So, just like the gamma male, they rage. And their rage tries to burn down all men, all pretty, feminine women and all nuclear families.

But every woman who has not yet succumbed to totalitarian feminism, deep down, knows she would love to be with such a stereotypical manly man. Stereotypes are stereotypes for a reason. And truly, actual manly men, are happy to treat their wives as their princesses as long as they in turn treat them as their kings. It is a mutual admiration society founded in genuine care for the other above our own concerns.

That is not to say the manly man will not screw up from time to time. Or that the feminine woman will not. Humans ALL screw up. But that is not reason enough to give up on them. God didn’t. Jesus let himself be scoured, spat upon and nailed to a cross while wholly innocent in order not to give up on us. So… be kind to each other.

And as we are only human, and not like Jesus, it is perfectly acceptable to completely avoid feminists, not engage with them, not have sex with them, and most certainly not marry or have children with them. And it is equally perfectly acceptable for women to similarly avoid “male” metrosexual “feminist-allies”, and their spineless, manipulative, weak, PUA ways.

What no woman wants, in keeping with the imagery above for what men do not want, is the gamma male:

Ultimately, cliched as it is, the natural order of things is probably most expressed by Tarzan and Jane.

And the 1981 version of the film with Bo Derek as Jane remains one of the better versions. If memory serves, the point where Tarzan meets Jane and sniffs her is very well done. I think it was the 1981 film version, but it’s possible it may have been the 1999 version with Christopher Lambert as Tarzan.

The man being a quasi savage is fine. Dealing with the world, especially if one understands the reality of things, often resembles something not unlike a fight with wild animals (with apologies to all wild animals who do not deserve to be compared to the parasitic classes of human bureaucrats that infest our lives today), but it is the very femininity of his woman that softens his ways with her, and it is his caring and protective masculine efforts that give her that peaceful sense of security that no matter how crazy the world gets, he will take care of her.

Today’s world has made the acting as a man almost illegal. And the acting as a woman something to be disparaged and ridiculed. The effect is most noticeable on women, as they are far more social animals than men are. But the results are destructive and create profound unhappiness in women above all. Quoting various scientific studies is near useless given that overall so-called peer reviewed studies are fake and irreproducible by over 50% of cases, however, you can find some with actual methodology that is explained (if not verified).

Here is an interesting graph that measures overall self-reported happiness (of both men and women) against perceived freedom. From this site.

The interesting thing to note, if you search a bit and try to get a general sense of all these studies, is that general happiness took a dive for everybody starting around 1990, although the trend had been downward already. What happened in 1990? Well, political correctness really started up quite prominently and feminism began its ascendance on steroids.

The world has made it quite difficult for a man to single handedly go and work and provide for a numerous family of a wife and several children.

And equally difficult for a woman to be a home-maker and housewife without being criticised by her (less happy) “peers” for being a spineless doormat, subjugated to the always evil and perverted desires of her male oppressor (aka husband).

The answer needs to be in a certain evolutionary step women need to take and it needs to be a step they understand and choose for themselves.

Just like men had to learn to somewhat curb their temperament. Because challenging a rude waiter, or a slow one, to a death duel with your sixgun or samurai sword apparently is “rude”. And then they went completely overboard correcting in the other direction and outright banning the challenge to a duel as being all “illegal” and “murder-y”, go figure.

Well, anyway, women need to now make the evolutionary step that realises that the opinions of other women, especially, but other people, in general, are pointless to worry about or lose sleep over. My post on who your critics most often are, is as valid for women as it is for men. Perhaps even more so (with respect to the who).

If it is rare for an efficient and capable man to be your avowed critic (unless you in fact are, mostly an oxygen thief) when it comes to women, even if they are efficient and capable, they are generally worse than men at gaslighting each other as well as critiquing you unfairly or wholly based on their own failings (usually not to your face though). So in that respect at least, the advice given in that post, is valid for women too.

Biologically, it is objectively harder for a woman to be objective than a man. That is just a fact of nature, and trying to deny it is pointless and counter-productive. Because hormones are real and a thing. Nevertheless, assuming that because of it rationality and good logic are therefore impossible, is a lie. Just as men had to evolve to not let their own hormonally driven instincts direct their actions, so now women need to learn the same lesson.

And remember, always, always, always:

Women are not the enemy. Men are not the enemy. The lies and the liars who speak them are the enemy. And you should give them no quarter and no mercy. Expose them, reject them, and have nothing to do with them.

Safeguard the roles nature intended for us and learn them anew if you must (as most of us have to), supporting each other as you do so and learn together. There is no human unit, group, or community, more important, more necessary, more valid, than the nuclear family composed of one man, one woman and their children. All the rest is shadows and lies and meaningless details in the face of that truth.

So come together and know: You have been lied to. Rediscover. Rebuild. Learn. Marry, for life, make children, and reject the world’s lies and fake “rewards”.

Is it easy? No. Of course not. Your own family, especially if you had boomer parents, is probably riddled with divorce, lack of funds, and dysfunctionality at a core level. That’s the reality. So YOU be the start.

You’re like a rootless couple of shipwrecks on a hostile alien planet. You need to first of all get together, realise you need to make your partnership, your marriage, be the core of everything. Without that, you will not survive. Then do all the things that need doing so your children will be able to start off their lives in a tradition that is worthwhile, healthy and gives them the chance to create a solid footing for their own children.

Make that future bright and real, no matter what difficulties you need to face.

Vintage illustration of a futuristic American family on vacation, with the father driving his wife and two kids in a flying saucer instead of a car, 1950s. (Illustration by GraphicaArtis/Getty Images)

And ignore the human wreckage and misshapen mutants that try and tell you you’re wrong, a racist, some kind of supremacist this or that, a hater, an evil, evil, EEEEBIL (yes with a B) toxic male or spineless female.

They, after all, are evolutionary dead ends. The blind frogs that can’t swim that nature experiments with by the thousands just to have them die off in a genetic cul-de-sac.

Forge ahead and take a picture of the freaks, so you can leave a warning in your photo-album for your grandkids.

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By G | 29 September 2023 | Posted in Catholicism, Increasing Happiness, Relationships, Social Commentary

The Theory of Boxes

A viewer of the interview I did with Tony has prodded me to go on and do a write up on the theory of boxes, with regards to (primarily) romantic relationships, although the model works for pretty much any relationships. But it is most applicable/helpful with respect to romantic relationships.

The interview covered this information, as well as many other topics to do with the brain, the mind, neurology, reality and our ability to perceive it as well as connect with both other humans (including precognition and telepathy) as well as higher divinity (God), and all, as much as possible, rooted in verifiable fact.

But anyway, here is the theory of boxes.

Premises

1. Souls are eternal and are represented by circles in the diagrams below. You can also think of them as floating lights of different and unique frequency and colour.

2. Each soul is unique and is all that is left after we die. And each soul is also always the same size and “importance” to all other souls, as seen from the perspective of the eyes of God. Different souls may well be closer or further away from God, as a result of their choices, but they all have the same starting potential to achieve nearness or distance from Him.

3. The boxes represent aspects of our worldly personality that affect and influence our overall persona we present to the world.

4. Unlike souls, boxes are temporary, can and do change, can be deleted or added to, usually mostly incidentally as we progress through life, for most people, but we can absolutely change and influence them to a very great degree.

5. The more boxes we have, the less able is the true core “personality” or essence, of our soul, to shine through, and instead, the amalgamation of our boxes produces, for the most part, the persona we present to the world.

6. Souls are thought to all be initially good (excepting things like demonic possession, or perhaps souls that are naturally evil exists, etc etc, but this hypothesis is to point out the overwhelming majority of cases, not the odd, one off exception, so such points are beyond the scope of this explanation).

7. Boxes, then, essentially are either neutral, or probably a negative, as the pure goodness of a soul cannot generally be improved upon by a worldly, temporary, state of being. That said, however, the boxes can and do indirectly help the soul evolve or devolve. The more boxes one gets rid of, the more he learns the futility of boxes in general and his soul increases in ability to shine through and affect the material world too. Similarly, the more boxes one accumulates around his soul, the more affected by the material world he becomes, with the consequence that his spiritual and emotional life continue to shrink, making his internal life far more miserable than the external trappings of “success” may indicate.

8. interaction with other human beings is a mixture of the interaction of their soul to the other person’s soul and boxes and vice versa, as well as interaction between their boxes with the other person’s boxes and soul, and vice versa, so we can have a relatively complicated interaction even just between two people, since it entails:

  • Soul A to Soul B
  • Soul A to Boxes B
  • Boxes A to Soul B
  • Boxes A to Boxes B

And the strengths and conflicts of these interactions generally all happen at once and at varying intensities depending on circumstance, context, and so on.

9. If the reincarnation hypothesis is considered (optional) a person that dies sheds all his boxes for a time, possibly remains a “naked” soul and makes choices regarding his next life/lessons and then possibly reincarnates into a new body with new boxes that generally may be quite different from the original ones of the previous life, but also may have some resonance to them. The reincarnation hypothesis is not required for this model to be effective, nor is it acceptable to Catholics, it is mentioned merely because this remains a useful model regardless of your personal belief system concerning reincarnation.

Let’s now look at some basic diagrams to explain various types of people, as they may be described by these interactions.

If you think of the boxes as being partially transparent, then it becomes easy to see, how a person with few boxes, is able to let the radiance of his souls shine through more easily and essentially let that be his persona much more, with all the concomitant benefits of allowing the core part of ourselves that is forged in goodness and love, shine through and affect the world around us.

Some people get along well, and can do so indefinitely, by simply having their boxes line up nicely. This will generally work for people who are really quite shallow in nature and don’t expect too much from life, nor want too much from life. Their spiritual and emotional evolution can be considered “stagnant”, and while it may “work” for some people, including being in a lasting marriage of 60 years, it is, in my view, pretty much a waiting for death. Some souls probably choose or are comfortable with this and that’s fine, we are all different, but my particular soul is not built to exist in that type of long term relationship. This kind of relationship is often quite prevalent in the work-place where employee and company owner get along for the sake of the business and mutual advantage.

Sometimes, of course such relationships do break down, when one or both of the people involved have a sudden shift in one or more of their external boxes that connects well with their partner’s. The sudden falling away or change of the external “contact surface” can be traumatic or simply like a fading cloud of vapour, something that dissipates. At this point, the people involved may realise the person they have been with is really quite different from what they had become comfortable with. This can be because the new box surfaces are too different to fit, or the souls are too different to fit with each other, or a combination.

And sometimes, with the boxes falling away the souls do recognise each other and the relationship can change dramatically, from lover to friends, or long-lost lovers to dissolved and paid for karma (reincarnation hypothesis), or, to from pleasant friends with benefits to new-found and deeply intimate lovers. The possibilities, as always are many and determined by too many factors to identify in detail, but here you can see how those things could go in a number of different ways.

This is usually a marriage that ends in tragedy or bliss.

If, as is my thesis, the purposes of souls is to evolve and come closer to God (which remains true, regardless of if you ascribe to reincarnation or not) then, the removal of boxes is generally a “good thing”. Then, this type of relationship can, absolutely be the most ultimately rewarding to be in. But first let me explain a very important point regarding that “good thing” of getting rid of boxes.

I say that, “good thing” in inverted commas, because in my experience, the removal of boxes can be quite a painful and traumatic experience. Especially when that removal is caused by either circumstance or divine intervention after you have ignored certain signs very stubbornly. The closer to your soul the box being removed is, the more painful the process, since from a worldly human perspective, you may well feel as if your world is completely crumbling down and your very identity and who you are is being destroyed or killed. It can feel as if you are going insane, and in fact, it can make you go insane if you are fragile (usually as a result of other boxes you still have).

So, these kind of relationships are theoretically ideal, and can be so in a variety of ways. For example:

  • The soul recognition may be required just to knock off some difficult boxes from each other, and that is the extent of it. I certainly had this experience with a lovely human being, where we both knew pretty much from the start that we would not be along term thing, but that for then and there, we absolutely needed each other to change our own paradigms. And indeed we did. When that experience had been reached, we left as friends, and later drifted to our own lives, which are really on very different paths.
  • The soul recognition is required to keep you together even as you blast each other’s boxes off each other. This can be a process that takes years of strife and torture as you rage against each other’s “violation” of your identity and force you to change in the name of a love that you don’t always feel, but that does exist as an invisible undercurrent between you. It is this type of relationship that can be the most difficult and that I want to give a few more details on.

The “soul marriage” is a difficult one, and for most people, can be quite the rollercoaster ride. In many instances, perhaps most, the modern world is designed (intentionally) to make this sort of marriage crash and burn. We are too comfortable, too pampered, too easily distracted, too easily pleased with alternatives (illusory though they are), too asleep while we plod on, to deal well with difficulty, sacrifice, and effort.

Where we are meant to be humble we are taught to be proud and stick to our guns.

Where we are meant to listen and be flexible, we have been taught to hold the line and “win”.

Where we are to be kind and loving and forgiving, we are taught to be strict, and authoritarian and punishing, in order to be “respected” or to make or sense of “self-worth” not be “invalidated”.

Where we should jump in with faith and love, we are taught to avoid risk (even when the risk is a good one and worth it). And in any case, we are specifically taught to be incapable of analysing risk from a human perspective instead of a “practical” (worldly, and therefore materialistic, and ultimately demonic) perspective.

Where we are to fulfil our natural roles as men and women we are taught men can be women, that men are toxic, that masculinity is evil, violent and wrong, that females should always be believed and that we are all equal but not. Straight white men are demonised, brutal savages are glorified and forgiven, and goading someone online now, in the Uk gets you 15 months in prison while someone sexually assaulting a minor gets 18 months in prison.

The truth about literally every aspect of what is true, right and just, is completely perverted, in our schools, our supposed establishments of law and order, and every facet of life.

But souls don’t deal in TV commercial and fake news and woke narratives. Souls deal in eternal truths and love. And True Love encompasses Justice and Justice encompasses rules and flexible as we should be, some lines are not to be crossed and consequences should and must follow if they are.

We are now normalising the rape of children, when in fact we should be reinstating the death penalty for such activities.

The mass media is constantly pushing a narrative that, to all intents and purposes is utterly demonic.

And here you are, connecting with another soul and the purpose of that being that as that attraction pulls you closer, your mismatching boxes get splintered, and cracked and destroyed, and you experience pain. And suffering. And drama.

But… if you could just be calm and objective, as you feel your heart being ripped from your chest with a blunt piece of rock like the Aztecs used, you would see, that in that very tragedy, lie the seeds of light. The exposition of your true nature.

Accepting it can be sometimes almost impossible, but much of this lies with us. If we can just stop thinking we are SO right, and our way is the best way, and instead abandon our pain to God, and realise He knows best and He does look after those who Love Him, it helps you calm down, and then you can begin to see the benefits.

But it takes two strong souls to walk this path to the point where you have knocked off enough boxes that you then recognise each other’s souls consciously, at which point, your marriage can truly become bliss.

Until the soul to soul attraction is unconscious, you will continue to suffer. When it becomes conscious, then, a whole new world opens up.

The tragedy is that in today’s world, most people simply do not have the staying power to get to the conscious recognition point.

In some case other boxes dim the light and a person feels so overwhelmed they give up even if they have removed several boxes. Perhaps the change is too much too fast and it causes too much pain that distracts from all the positive possibilities.

Perhaps, both so upset and hurt at the other’s box destruction activity they become unable to see or feel the souls (their own or the other person’s) because their remaining boxes cringe in fear at the idea that they are next, and become more opaque.

Worse of all, when one person becomes conscious of it but the other does not and removes themselves from the equation. These lives can go on to recover somewhat, and even be “worthwhile”, but remain a mere shadow of what could have been.

Keep in mind too that while this model is good and works well, most human beings are masterful at self-deception and most will want to see them reflected in the “difficult but heroic” marriage of souls. When in fact, these relationships are generally not the norm or the main. Nor, necessarily, should you wish it to be the one for you.

Whatever lessons we all need to learn, they are all different, and remember that no soul is more or less valuable than another soul. Our boxes make us more or less valuable in the world in multiple ways for the word “valuable”, but not so souls in the eyes of God.

Fooling ourselves in terms of what relationship we are in or at which stage, is very easily done, and in fact, it may be fair to say that everyone is fooled to some degree, at least some of the time.

There does come a point, however, if you have knocked off enough of your own boxes, including choosing to do so, instead of waiting to have the experience thrust upon you by uncaring reality or a loving God (or both), you can get a pretty real sense of where you are and which relationship you are in.

I certainly have had enough relations, some of which also had the -ship attached, that I think, I have become more able to see them as they are.

I certainly have been the one that was fitting perfectly on the surface, only to discover that once that surface changed, the underlying waters were barracuda filled. With some piranhas and blood chum thrown in too.

I also have been in a soul to soul one that, once enough boxes got removed, revealed itself to be based on a deep and lasting friendship, not a romantic life together. And probably many other versions and iterations too.

Mostly they have been soul ones that we both knew were just to get us a bit “cleaner” of various boxes and generally once that was done we parted ways in good terms. A few were oddities that may well remain mysterious.

It usually takes a long time and not a few traumatic life experiences before you can recognise a real soul to soul relationship that is not just based on a passing friendship or the mere removal of boxes, but rather a life-long commitment. And for it to work, the likelihood is that you should probably have few boxes to begin with when you enter into it. Those who do so while still having a lot of boxes, are in for a very rough ride, which can last a long time, and is usually worse at the start of the “troubles” than later down the line.

So, perseverance, humility, patience, and always, connection to God, are your friends, and the way to the light. While fear, distraction, blame, and taking the “ways of the world” or the Hollywood produced narratives as examples of how life should be, are the lies and path to Hell.

I hope my model of the boxes helps you in your quest for true love, peace and contentment.

God Bless every one of you, and may he have mercy on every one of us, miserable weak, fearful, cowardly, irresponsible, selfish little worms that we always are. And may he deliver us from the lies of the world.

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By G | 9 July 2023 | Posted in Increasing Happiness, Relationships

So you want relationship advice, young man…

As I said, y’all gone and picked a weird agony uncle, but whatever… so here goes.

Generics

  • This is mostly aimed at the same 18-24 year old Zyklons I wrote about earlier, but may apply to some millennials and some of the advice even to others. I know most of them are essentially illiterate, but maybe a father, uncle, or older brother that can read will find this post and pass it on to them. Or transcribe it to audio, whatever.
  • It is mostly meant for European descent males. Whether in Europe, North America, Russia, or wherever else they may be.
  • It is mostly meant for Purebloods, who I recommend very strongly breed only with other purebloods. Muties should stick to muties. I have explained why previously, but basically, this is the safest way to ensure that if there is to be a Pureblood continuation, it makes it, and if there are to be some mutants that naturally evolve to survive as a stable future line, that they do so too. It is the way of Gamma World. Deal with it.
  • Your feelings don’t matter to reality, or to me. The sooner you learn that and learn to deal with reality, the sooner you can begin to learn to have your feelings in the privacy of your own home with those who love you and whom you love. And yet learn to be disciplined enough to not let your feelings rule your actions or your reactions. And if you do not yet have a loving home, then guess what; that’s what I’m trying to do here, teach you how to make one of your own.

Axioms

Look that word “axioms” up. Seriously. I’ll tell you, but do it anyway. These are fundamental realities that are absolutely true. Your accepting them as such or not is irrelevant to me, but will make a big difference to how you live your life and if you end up happy or miserable and if you ever get to 99 years old and a decent rocking chair to reflect on your past.

  • Winning is achieved by having a long marriage that produces multiple children who inherit from you all you can manage to create and accumulate for them before you die.
  • The Catholic dogma of no divorce, and marriage being primarily for the production, raising, and education of healthy, strong children is the most correct and objectively successful model throughout the entire history of humanity. Adopt it, regardless of your belief in Catholicism or not.
  • Research what r/K selection models are. Be a K. Raise your children to be K. Avoid r. Teach your children to avoid r.
  • Men and women are not equal, never have been, never will be, and never should be. Statistically, historically, and objectively, those relationships that work best are where the man lovingly leads, and the woman lovingly follows, with mutual respect and due care for their roles. Again, the Catholic model for this is objectively the best, most successful and head and shoulders above every other model humanity has come up with. It produces the most joyous, successful, and happy families, and societies.
  • When I say Catholic I mean, of course, actually Catholic, which today means Sedevacantist, and ONLY Sedevacantist. Do not ass-u-me that Bergoglio, the Vatican or ANYONE that in ANY WAY tolerates ANYTHING related to the Novus Ordo or Vatican II is a Catholic. They are not. If “clergy” they are knowing impostors working for Satanic ends. If laypeople at BEST they are lazy, deceived, ignorants. If you don’t know what a Sedevacantist is, pick up BELIEVE! And read it. It only takes about 2 hours and costs $10. And don’t worry, it won’t bore you with much theology, it’s been described as being written by a “Theologian-Berserker”. You’ll laugh.
  • Your generation has been lied to at a deeper, more fundamental level than possibly any generation before you. The deprogramming will be tough and may cause pain. Do it anyway. Yes, waking up from the Matrix sucks, but reality beats fake all the time. Always. All the history you have been taught is a lie. All the things you have been taught to tolerate are lies and you should not tolerate them at all. The future economic landscape for you is best described as post-apocalyptic. That said, there can be some opportunities in such a landscape if you deal with reality and are flexible. They will most likely not look like “traditional” jobs. Maybe you’ll make your fortune selling heirloom seeds of actual plants. I don’t know, you’ll need to figure it out, things move fast and my focus is elsewhere at the moment. Be aware of the lies you have been told. Peel them back like an onion.
  • NEVER, trust: Politicians, Lawyers, Policemen, Doctors. Do some good ones exist? Sure. Very few and far between, but guess what, they don’t mind you checking their stories out. Because anyone in any of those professions who is not corrupt to the bone, knows without a doubt that most in those professions are.

Alright then, now we got that out the way, let’s start:

The Basics

1. Read the other posts I already linked to above and use the Search Me link on the right to look for similar terms and posts.

2. The objective is to win. You do that by getting to 99 on your rocking chair having avoided jail, gold-digging whores, divorce, death, loneliness and all the shit that clown world will throw at you, and having an army of grandchildren and possibly great-grandchildren, all aware of clown world, armed to the teeth against it in every conceivable way, and happy, and joyous, and themselves going on to conquer more of our God’s green Earth out from under the pedophile, deviant scum that has robbed us of it.

3. You’re bound to fuck up along the way. It happens. Dust yourself off, get up, and carry on. I know what I’m talking about. I bought into some of the lies, everyone does, because we are born on this Earth, which is under the dominion of the Prince of Lies, and it had its impact on me.

Just as a short and very incomplete highlights list:

  • I didn’t even want kids (the world is too ugly!)
  • I didn’t believe in marriage until my 30s and then only as a secular kind of thing (the true spark was still buried deep).
  • With no thought as to how to select a wife except my passions, I picked badly. So: divorced.
  • Then I went through a lot of women as if they were disposable, which is wrong, aside from the fact a lot of them acted very much as if they were disposable.
  • I selected the next wife on secular principles rather than faith based ones and chose spectacularly badly.
  • I only realised having children was a good thing in my 40s.
  • And I went on to have a child with the second wife. The child is the only good thing that came of that, as her true nature revealed itself quite quickly after marriage and exponentially so after my daughter was born.
  • Second divorce. With rather more traumatic and long term consequences, I have partially described elsewhere. As a result I essentially lost access to my daughter for 8 years and for five of those it was pretty permanently. It’s fine now, my daughter lives with me and is an awesome young girl, but we both went through hellish times.
  • It took literally a road to Damascus moment to prove to me that God not only exists but cares about every single one of us personally. Smarter or calmer men have achieved that knowledge by the simple and correct use of reason, even if perhaps with a lower IQ, their steady and reasonable thinking led them to be proper Catholics. Tony has written a few short books that in part describe his journey. This one was particularly enjoyable to read. He was 26 or so when he wrote it. It’s true that at his age I had written The Face on Mars (since updated) but at 26 I was basically spending my time punching people and being punched, having a gun on me at all times, because I worked in what is euphemistically called the “security” sector, and my philosophy of life was mostly limited to contemplating how to best apply Go Rin No Sho and Hagakure to life on this gay Earth I found myself on. The cyberpunk version of a samurai seemed to be the only reasonable way.
  • Even then I only got baptised 4 years after I knew God was real. Because I didn’t particularly care about my immortal soul and my curiosity and lack of concern for myself led me to still work in a “commercial investigator” rather than a “people investigator” for a time.
  • I never saved in my life, as I didn’t particularly care too much about anything like a legacy, as I had not even thought about children until my 40s
  • In this time before baptism, while I did save for the first time in my life, I only did so sporadically, because although I had a daughter, I didn’t know if I would ever see her again before she would be an adult.
  • And I still consorted with women that were beyond wrong for me, and I knew it, but I did so anyway because, I was curious, unconcerned with any damage it could cause me personally, and in part also because I had some compassion. Misplaced though it was. I tried to not judge anyone in particular as being beyond redemption, thinking how wrong I had been about life; my absent knowledge of God for so long. You can wander down some pretty nasty paths that way.
  • Against all odds, I did marry again, properly and in Church for the first time, and we did indeed begin the process of a proper family with children. At the threshold of age 50. And I now have 3 children with my wife, all under age 4. Is it good? YES. But would it have been better if both me and her had our heads screwed on right and had started say 10 or 15 years earlier? Yes. It was impossible for us, and would not have worked any other way than it did, but ideally, yes. Because let me tell you, the energy levels are not the same even if by most standards I am well beyond the average level of fitness. Especially if you have no pension, a farm to try to get up and running, and still need to earn enough to feed everyone because the savings are gone into getting the farm.
  • I don’t have a pension and my “plan” sounds insane to most, as I aim to create a sedevacantist community where I live that can hold its own against whatever Clown World decides to come up with next.

So the point is, when you do fuck up, just dust yourself off and get up again. And keep getting up. No one learnt how to walk without falling over hundreds or thousands of times. So just get up again. And don’t listen too much to the ideas others have about what you should or should not do. Especially ignore the critics that have done nothing of their own lives.

4. Keep away from the big mistakes. The main one is drugs. They don’t lead to anything good ever in the long run. The escape they provide is the biggest lie of all and it only leads you to a place from which there is no escape. They invariably cause damage that is mostly unrepairable, and what damage can be overcome, is not easy to do. They rob you of a real life and they provide nothing that a natural high can’t give you. The artificial, extreme high drugs give you comes with an inverse tax on your body. There is no free lunch and no free high. The depressive stage that comes after the high lasts a lot longer than any high you get and over time becomes a pattern of your psychology.

5. Stay out of jail. Usually that means to mostly not do stuff that can land you in it. But if you did end up there, life is not over yet. Survive, get out and determine yourself to never go back.

6. Learn to control your feelings and your passions. And if some do rule you, try to overcome them over the years.

7. Since the aim is to win, which means to get to age 99, on your rocking chair, surrounded by grandchildren, possibly great-grand children and knowing you left your own children enough of an inheritance that they can later build on and pass on to their own children. That means you need to find a wife if you are a man, or a husband if you are a woman, anything else is a lie and ends nowhere good, and make children with them. Live a long life together, as happy and pleasant as you can make it, while raising strong, positive, capable children that will make for excellent adults who will in turn go on to have successful marriages and families. Since that is the aim, where and how you find your wife or husband is not as important as how you treat and act with them. Most women will follow the man they think they are in love with. Few women will actually know that they are really in love with a specific man. Most women will believe themselves to be deeply in love with any man that gives them three consecutive orgasms each time they have sex, every day in a row for a week. Most men, are usually better able to discern when they are actually in love with a woman, but they too can be confused by plentiful and imaginative sex. The thing is that in a relationship that is based on secular principles the sex is extremely pivotal, and the relationship will not last long if the sex is bad or lacking for at least one of the two. But sex takes on a different quality when the focus is family and children and a shared religious faith. It is still an important part of a relationship, to be sure, and one that is in every way superior to the merely secular aspect of it, but it is not the central pivot of it. And even for those of us that may be more demanding in that department, it is relatively easy for a wife or husband that is indeed family oriented, to satisfy their partner as long as they have a modicum of imagination and functioning libido. Since the focus is the overall harmony of the household, the act of procreation is in any case not a chore, for either the husband or wife, but rather, part of the creating of harmony between them that literally creates their family.

8. Keep the above in mind when you consider the ubiquitous amounts of pornography, fake romance narratives you are constantly fed in films and TV shows, random hook-up culture, and jaded, black-pilled attitudes. (((They))) want you degenerate, lonely, disconnected, depressed and despairing of any hope of finding anyone to have a good life with. That is what they want. Beat them. Beat the odds. Win.

9. Save by buying land you can build on, in a good location, or property. Add to it as you can in your 20s and 30s and 40s. If I had done that I would be retired and able to spend even more time writing, playing with my children or doing whatever I want, instead of busting my ass every day (at least I am still doing it more or less on things I choose rather than are chosen for me). Build tangible assets and raise your children to manage and grow your assets so that they can leave more of it to their own children. And teach them to defend it from predation and warn them of the parasites of society.

10. Be reasonable and charitable with the weak and those who deserve it, but be ready to drop it all at a second’s notice and become merciless and implacable with the evil ones. We are in the current shit-show planet we are because weak men allowed it to get here. Don’t be one of them. I try to be a reasonable and charitable person most of the time, but woe betide anyone who tries to harm someone I love or acts in certain unjust and unacceptable ways in my presence.

That’s all for now. If you have specific questions leave a comment or ping me an email. Comments are preferred as the lessons from them may help others who read them.

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By G | 8 March 2023 | Posted in Believe, CE 1, CE 2, CE 3, CE 5, Face on Mars, Increasing Happiness, Reclaiming the Catholic Church, Relationships, Relationships, Sedeprivationism, Social Commentary

Why PUAs suck. And always have sucked.

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.

 

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By G | 15 February 2023 | Posted in Catholicism, CE 1, CE 2, CE 5, Christianity, Fighting SJWs, Increasing Happiness, Relationships, Relationships, Sedeprivationism, Social Commentary, Stupid PUAs

Who says you can’t turn a party girl into a good wife

It’s quite surreal to see my wife put on some rap song to make our new 2 month old daughter fall asleep, which she does, while she sings along to it.

She literally knows the words to just about any song that comes on. Then she modifies them for the new circumstances.

Tom Jones’ Sex Bomb becomes:

Wet Bum, Wet Bum,

You gotta wet bum,

And you-can-count-on-mummy-when-you-need to-clean-it-up

Wet bum, wet bum,

You got a wet bum,

But your mama’s gonna clean it up

If you know the words to the original and the tune, you’ll see it works.

N.E.R.D. ‘S Lapdance becomes:

Oh baby you want me?

Oh baby you want me?

Oh baby you want me, well you can get this boobie juice here for free!

And Fuck the Pain Away by Peaches is almost unchanged:

Sucking on my titties like you wanted me, wanted me, wanted me all the time.

Check out my chrissy behind

And here she is rapping away to Vanilla Ice, which, astonishingly makes the baby fall asleep.

You can hear her laugh-smiling as our daughter begins to fall asleep

I mean, she did work as a Promo Girl for a nightclub in Spain and again in London, where the basic idea was to entice people into the club, and/or get them to spend thousands on the same crappy drinks you could buy at literally less than a twentieth the price at an off licence (you’d think men only, but you’d be surprised).

It was a classy affair, not like she danced on the bar in skimpy clothes the club sold, and that she also customised herself with scissors so the customers wanted not just the same club logo shirts and hot pants they sold, but the ones that looked like hers.

Tequila shots and fast moving scissors with strobe lights and the club’s theme song playing at deafening level:

It’s gettin’ hot in here (So hot)
So take off all your clothes (Ayy)
I am gettin’ so hot (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
I wanna take my clothes off (Oh)
It’s gettin’ hot in here (So hot)

You probably wouldn’t immediately assume this is where you’d find the right girl to get baptised as a hardcore Sedevacantist Catholic with. Then get confirmed, married, and make three children in 5 years with her. It would have been four but she miscarried the first. Finding myself doing a baptism on her belly at home, when she thought something was wrong, and holding her hand and later holding her, in the hospital, when it was clear the baby was gone, thankfully after only about 6 weeks of pregnancy, is not a feeling I’d wish on anyone, but we found out after it happened that it’s quite common, even if people don’t talk about it much.

From party girl things, to changing nappies, making play-dough, taking them to the park, reading them stories, teaching them the alphabet and how to count, and playing them music and teaching them nursery rhymes, cooking for us all and feeding us and packing all their toys for the beach or worrying about them all having the things they need to run around like the little savages they are outside, even though she’s given up on making them wear shoes. I still harbour hope on that score, but then I do tend to take on impossible projects.

It’s not for everyone, the path that she and I took. As wild as she was, it’s probably inevitable that she could only be with someone like me, that surpassed her own transgressions and wildness, though, opposite to her, always clear-headed, which in a way might be worse.

But the fact is, that the first day I met her, I had a surreal experience that cannot be explained to others, but remains true nonetheless.

She was working as an estate agent by then, still wild every weekend, and it was in fact a Friday when I met her. I’d arranged with an estate agent to see some apartments and taken half a day off work. I had called the guy a few days before to make sure he had a good selection of places. He had assured me he would get keys for all the suitable properties.

I was earning decent money now and wanted to move to a nicer place and leave behind the small apartment I had lived in with my Italian wife, briefly, before we split up a couple of years earlier, and eventually divorced. I called the guy again just before I left work to make sure he had the keys, since, as a freelancer any time off I took I didn’t get paid. He assured me he had all the keys and he would meet me outside the Wapping tube station. So I went. Got there… no one. I called the guy up to see if maybe he was running late. In a bored voice he told me he wouldn’t be coming today because he didn’t have the keys. I told him where he could put his keys and hung up. Directly across the station was another estate agency. I could see through the window that the only guy in the office was playing solitaire on his desktop. I could actually see his screen.

I went in and said hello and that I wanted to view some properties.

“Oh I’m sorry, I’m too busy right now, could you come back later.” It wasn’t a question and his glazed-over eyes returned to the screen.

“Yeah, I can see. Real busy.”

I left and decided my afternoon was shot anyway, so I may as well enjoy a walk. The area had a certain organic charm that is not too common in London, and despite it being early November the sun was out. As I walked along the cobbles I saw another estate agency in a pale yellow face brick building with the entrance being a diagonal that cut off the corner of the building. As I approached it I could see through the big glass window most estate agencies have a young woman sitting at her desk. She was stunning even at this distance, but I purposely looked away. I was here to find an apartment. I wanted to move. I didn’t want to be distracted by yet another pretty girl. It’s not like I was short of them anyway. But this one, she would be hard to ignore, so I looked away. Inside were other people. I’d just go the the blond man I could see sitting at another desk, and not even glance at the pretty woman. I’d not taken three steps into the place and realised the guy was as gay as a pink flamingo in a chicken coop. As I approached him he did that whole, look at you up and down thing in an obvious and obvioulsy gay way. I gritted my teeth and said “Hi, I’d like to see some apartments”. That’s how badly I wanted to avoid the girl. I hadn’t even snuck a peek to my right. He gave me the once over again, then waved in the direction of the same young woman, “She’ll look after you.”

Dammit. I tried. Really tried. Well, ok. Never mind. I can focus on the apartment, no matter how hot she looks.

“Hi, I wanted to see some apartments.”

She looks up, her eyes are brilliant blue, transfixing if I was a weaker man. That slightly bored, slightly dismissive, slightly lazy look that Estate Agents worldwide seem to have crosses her pretty face, and she says:

“What… now?”

Fuck this! Must have crossed my face in that instant.

“Yes, now.”

Without batting an eyelid her demeanour changes, she springs up, she has on a white blouse and faded jeans with black high heel shoes.

“Oh, okay, I think we have a place here, close by, let me get the keys and I’ll show you.”

She walks us across the road and leads the way up a flight of stairs. I can’t remember if it was already inside the apartment or on the way to some internal door to it. She opens doors, shows me rooms. Says what they are. I don’t speak. When we are done she leads the way back down the stairs. I am not trying to see it. I just do, she has a frilly white edge on her knickers. They are so close to the edge of the jeans waist I see it.

We step back outside in the sunlight and she asks, “So, what do you think?”

“I have no idea, I don’t even know how many rooms it has.”

She turns to look at me, but calm.

“You’re quite distracting.”

She doesn’t flinch. “Oh. Thanks.”

She keeps quiet a bit, as we walk back towards her office, then she says, “I think there is another place you’d like, but I am not sure if I can get the keys.”

I stay quiet again.

“We can try.” She poses it as a question with her eyes, so I nod.

She makes a call, she can’t get the keys, because they are from another agency that they sometimes work with, but she drives us on to the place anyway, then speaks to the security guys at the concierge desk. The poor bastards don’t stand a chance. She smiles, shakes her head, comes up with some story about how she had the keys but someone else at the office hasn’t returned yet and could she borrow the spare set to show her client the property. They happily hand the keys over, managing not to drool when they both smile like small children just being shown a huge candy.

She shows me this apartment that has a view over the Thames. It’s good. I like it. I say ok. but I want to get away from her now. She is distracting and I want to put my mind on other things. I don’t want to be doing that dance again with yet another pretty woman, plus she’s English, she looks beautiful, it’s true, but that’s probably it. I mean she’s smart, fast on her feet, but no, I want to stop doing this pussy-hunter thing, at least for today. I just want to move apartment and get a kind of clean slate. So I move away from her, heading for the door, I want to get out of here and away. She doesn’t follow. She stays looking out the big window at the river below us. Forcing me to turn and wait for her by the door.

“Seeing this,” she says, without turning to look at me, “doesn’t it make want to leave?”

I am taken slightly aback by her unusual and unprompted question.

“…Leave…London?”

Now she turns and looks at me. “Leave everything.”

And in that moment, when she turned to look at me, in one fraction of a second I got a flash-forward. I had flash-forwards a few times before, at least twice it saved my life. The image of a snake coming at me from behind, to bite me, and another time of someone at a concert running up behind me with a knife in-hand to stab me with. Both things would have happened if I had not acted on this image, premonition, flash-forward, call it what you want. But this was different.

I saw her in the now, but also in the far future, the same, the same distance between us, but old now, and with a hat on I think, and yet, her. Always her. The brilliant blue eyes, and smiling at me, which she wasn’t doing right now, not that way at least. A smile complicit of many years together, a love between us that encompassed all the insane, strange, beautiful, ugly, scary, things of our life and the ones we had lived through together, and between us, four lights, each a child, I could not say if male or female or what they would look like, just a kind of floating light, like disembodied souls to come. Her face, both beautiful as the here and now and also as the old and wrinkly. Like my own would be in that time, but still her. Always her, and beautiful even then, in old age.

It all happened in a tiny sliver of time, but it had within it, as if compressed into a laser bolt of information, years, decades, a lifetime. It was like a sledgehammer to my entire nervous system.

Years of karate in a hard dojo, other martial arts, and living and working with a gun for over a decade, meant my face didn’t show anything, but inside, it was as if I had taken a punch. One of those that makes you see blinking lights.

“Do you want me to show you the gardens?”

I nodded. Didn’t trust myself to speak for a second or two.

What the hell was that? Who is she?

We go outside and we look at the gardens laid out like a simple but tasteful patchwork of paths and trimmed hedges and reddish-brown face brick. And I get another flash. This one a memory. From about ten years earlier. I dreamt of this place. It makes no sense, but occasionally I have had dreams of something that eventually happens in the future. Sometimes I also have very vivid dreams with a really complicated plot that end, and then years later I have another dream that picks up where that one left off, like a kind of part II to a film. And being here, in this place, now I remembered the dream. This place, which I had never been to before, ever, for certain, was exactly as the dream I had. And I remembered that in the dream there was a statue of some old man, or Troll type thing, that said Old Father Thames on it. It was in the corner of the garden, you couldn’t see it from here. I asked her if she would just wait for me for a second, as I had to go and check something.

She said ok and I ran off. I went to that corner, and there it was.

Father Thames Statue

I knew enough about myself, because I had had premonitory dreams before, and flash-forwards —though usually only in life and death situations— that I knew I wasn’t crazy. Well, probably not anyway. I walked back. Calm now. Not even curious, just surprised. And she was waiting for me. Brown jacket zipped up now as the sun was going down and it was getting colder. A white scarf framed her smiling face with her impossibly blue eyes. And then I knew.

Oh. Ok. She’s the one.

And she was. Though it would be more than ten years later before we got together properly.

We had a very brief, half-drunk, half-night stand, a few months later, then invariably her, or me would end up with some person or other. She’d come close then pull away again and I told her repeatedly to either get in and find out or leave me be. But over the years she would always eventually get in touch again. Then I had a daughter, and I forgot about her. That marriage ended in spectacularly dramatic and ugly fashion. Then she had a daughter.

In 2016 I moved from London and was working in Venice and Kazakhstan, and flying all over the place, and we started to text each other on Telegram. Just philosophy and life stuff. I was on my own mostly, with an off and on again quasi-relationship with a woman that was probably possessed, and her own relationship was basically collapsing.

In 2017 I moved back to London and she helped me pick out furniture for the new apartment I was renting. She was on her own again.

We went to dinner. We kissed.

Then she disappeared for three days, as she usually did. I didn’t call or text her, I kind of knew how she was and I was tired of the ten year old dance.

She called after midnight one night.

“I tried to not think about you.” She said.

“How’s that going?” I asked. I was sitting at my dining room glass table, it was round and not very big, on the 16th floor, the view of the Thames and the lights below me. I had a tired hint of a smile on me. I wasn’t tired because of the late hour.

“Not good.” She paused a while. “I can’t stop thinking about it.”

“So? What you going to do about it?”

“I don’t know…”

“How long have you been doing this? You come close, then you pull away, then I tell you to get lost, then some weeks, or months, or years pass, then you get in touch and we do it all again. Aren’t you tired of it? I am.”

“Well? So what am I supposed to do? Just move in tomorrow?”

“Yes.”

She laughed.

“What you got to loose? Do it. Let’s find out once and for all if this thing is something or nothing. At least we’ll know.”

“Ok then.”

“You’re moving in tomorrow?”

“Yeah.”

We both laughed. I told her I’d get a roast for lunch.

I expected her to just come for lunch, maybe spend some time. Talk. Maybe more. Maybe not. It was fine. I liked time with her, I was never bored talking with her. And she was easy to look at.

I got the roast, started it late because I knew she was always late. But today she wasn’t. She called me from downstairs, asked if I could help her bring some stuff up. I said sure and went down.

She had brought her daughter, her travel cot and a bag of clothes and toiletries.

I laughed.

We both assumed she would leave after a couple of days of hanging out together.

She never did.

Like I said, it’s not for everyone. Our story sort of reminds me of the film Payback, with Mel Gibson. In the last scene, he’s missing a couple of toes, killed all the bad guys, got his money and as she’s driving them away, he says:

“We were going for breakfast. In Canada. We made a deal. If she’d stop hooking, I’d stop shooting people. Maybe we were aiming high.”

And yet, here we are, and it works for us.

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By G | 13 February 2023 | Posted in Relationships, Sedeprivationism, Social Commentary, Stupid PUAs

Wives for Zoomers and Millenial Purebloods

First some ESSENTIAL BACKGROUND

Believe it or not, if you want to position yourself in the best way to get an actual wife, knowing some history helps more than a little, so I strongly suggest you don’t skip the links in this section. At least investigate a few of them.

If you’re a Millennial, you might want to read this post first to get a general idea of where we are. Zoomers could do worse than reading it too, though to a certain extent it applies less to them.

In case you are not yet clear that you have been lied to at every level, you may want to also see this Video as an introduction to the topic. On Kurgan TV I have a whole series, that I will be taking up soon again just on the lies of history that you have been told.

And if you are one of the few in these generations that can read, then I strongly suggest you read The Face on Mars as a single volume it has probably the most densely packed information about the real history of mankind, which is absolutely more fascinating than any fiction you may have thought of or seen on screen. And it covers a lot more topics than just the artefacts on Mars.

Base Assumptions

1. Purebloods and Mutants

I will continue here assuming you are a male pureblood, non-vaxxed and want to create a worthwhile future with a similarly unvaxxed, pureblood woman. This may not be true of all of you, and insofar as this is not the case, the advice will still generally be good and useful but may need some adaptation for your specific condition. For example, if you are vaxxed, I advise against getting with a pureblood. This is not just some kind of “elitism” on my part. There are two sides to every situation. If you are a pureblood, then you are, in Gamma World terms, a Pure Strain Human (First, Second and Third editions. Do not venture beyond this unless you want to try playing an RPG in woke-diversity-filled-radioactive ponds of slime) and the Vaxxed are the first generation of Mutants. This is not a joke, it has now been proven beyond any doubt that the vaxxs alters your DNA (something that those of us who actually looked into mRNA always knew). This is a permanent thing. The children born to Vaxxed parents are 2nd generation mutants as their DNA is different from the one of purebloods.

If you assume that I am advising the vaxxed to not breed with the purebloods merely because I am a hater and wish ill on the mutants, you are wrong. I advise this for two main reasons:

First: If the Vaxx is a sterilising, death jab, then purebloods are the only ones that will be able to continue the human race, in the main (but see below). And we should give them the best chance to do so untainted by the genetic modifications that come with reproducing (and apparently even just being intimate with) vaxxed mutants.

Second: Life tends to find a way. If you have not read the original Jurassic Park book, then I recommend it. it’s a great read and it covers in some detail how life really works in the wild. What this means is that at least some of the vaxxed will have bodies, mutations, or ways their DNA adapts to and perhaps integrates with the mutagenic serum they injected. Those mutants that survive, should try to breed with and be with other mutants. If the WEF globohomos managed to really pollute the whole Earth with their mutagenic substances in the food supply, the water and even the air we breathe, it may be that purebloods will become extinct and the only “humans” that survive are in effect the mutants. As such, they should begin to try to form the various DNA lines that will survive and have adapted to a totally toxified planet.

In short, by letting the mutants stick with the mutants, and the purebloods with the purebloods, I am saying we have two separate and distinct lines of possible continuation of humanity, regardless of the intent of the WEF globohomos. I hope that clarifies this point.

2. Preparing by Playing

If you want to play Gamma World, the links above take you through to where you can buy them. But if you want to get a game that more accurately describes the current situation, and is in fact very funny, to play with your friends I will recommend my own RPG, Surviving the Current Zombie Apocalypse and it’s companion Module 0.

While you may think these Role Playing Games (RPGs) are just a waste of time, I assure you they are not. Modelling the world in a way that becomes a game is literally how humans learn skills. Playing through a fun evening of Zombie Apocalypse RPG you will develop some level of social awareness and team work, but you will also be learning to solve problems. Problems that can be very closely modelled to real life, as it happens. And playing out various potentially informative scenarios in your game will develop a certain attitude of mind that becomes accustomed to find a way instead of giving up. Why do you think the world militaries game-play different scenarios? It’s not for fun. It’s because it provides useful information for the real theatre of war to a degree. So if you can model reality and have fun, why not?

3. The Goal is to Make Children

While the modern world as we find it today in year 3 of World War III is a scary, uncertain place, the fact remains that the world and the future, belongs ONLY to those who show up for it. I have written a 4 part series of posts on how to ensure you actually WIN the generational fight against the WEF Homoglobos. You can find the various parts here: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, and Part 4.

OK, About that wife then!

Alright, now that I have overwhelmed you with too much information, too many posts to read, too many books to buy (more reading! Gasp!) And generally made you realise life is a big job and you being a Millennial you have probably already called 911 with an anxiety attack, exhaustion, and offended feeling, let us begin the process of how you actually find and keep a woman that is going to make a decent wife.

Well, in part I have already answered this in this video and this one.

Those two videos, taken together with the information above, should already be putting you in a decent place.

Reading

If you really want to have a strong edge when compared to your peers however, you really do need to read. I am sorry but reading really is a must. For a number of reasons:

It focuses your mind and teaches you persistence. Attention spans have gone form hours and days to seconds thanks to mobile phones, distractions and drugs. A man incapable of focussing like a laser for hours and hours at time effortlessly has really zero sex appeal for any woman worth marrying.

It exercises your imagination. And while I am no fan of Einstein, he did say a couple of true things, I mean, he probably plagiarised them, like most of his work, but still: Imagination is more important than intelligence.

It teaches you things at a neurological level. Because stories is how human beings passed knowledge from generation to generation for literally hundreds of thousands of years, our DNA and brains are built to gain cognitive functions from stories. Reading is a way to learn.

As to what to read, if you really want to gain some of that hard man mystique that women love, there really is no substitute for it other than learning physical things, like Martial arts, how to woodwork, play an instrument, do a sport to competition level, and so on. However, you would benefit from reading by gaining the correct mindset to help you make those activities easier for you to begin and then to continue with until you are very proficient in them. Oh, and whenever possible buy actual physical books. Not only will they survive an EMP strike, but it also means you are more likely to read them than just another file on your phone. Here is a list of books that are absolutely inspirational for a man:

God’s Battalions – Read this before The Crusades so you have a broader context, because you are going to want that when you read The Crusades.

The Crusades, Of Iron Men and Saints – if you can afford it get the leather-bound version. I have read thousands of books and this is in my top 3.

The Great Siege of Malta 1565

That’s just three to start you off.

“Oh but I don’t care about the Crusades… I’m not even Catholic…”

It doesn’t matter. Trust me. Read those books. And begin to grasp what being a man means.

Doing

In no particular order:

  • Take up a sport. Martial arts is best if you want the fastest route
  • Take up a physical skill. Anything from woodworking to Rock Climbing, to playing guitar, whatever, learn stuff you can do with your hands.
  • Either take up an activity where women are plentiful or frequent such places. Yoga gyms are better than nightclubs. So are book clubs, though it’s unlikely you will find many 20 year olds. Church of course is a good place, especially if it is a real one, though many women there will be spoken for, the larger families may well have unmarried daughters.
  • Talk to women. Ask them out on dates. Learn to speak and interact with them. You can’t get married if you don’t learn how to do these things first. This does not mean speak only to the women you are attracted to. Talk to all women. In fact, be able to talk to all people. The more you are able to interact with other humans, in general, the better. It’s a skill, like anything else. Learn it. And no, there is no way around it, so stop bitching, just get to it.

Future Aims

You know what they say, if you aim high, you might not hit your target, but if you aim nowhere, you certainly won’t hit anything.

Now, trying to have a very specific list of things you must achieve is not good either, focus on the broad picture. Find a wife, have children, buy your own home, that sort of thing. And of course, if you have ambitions, put them on there too, but sometime life takes a turn. I would have liked a 70 foot trimaran with an all female crew at one point, but it didn’t pan out that way, and I also never really tried very hard for it, because in the scheme of things, it wasn’t all that important, and I don’t miss not having achieved it. Having a wife and children I came late to as far as adding them to the list, but I sure made it here eventually. In between I never had many set goals except maybe to explore and learn and find out strange things, and I have done a lot of that. The down side is that I was 50 before I bought a house.

So, if you start off knowing you want a wife and children, begin now and prepare, work, save (but read that four part post on how to win, because saving today is probably not the best move long term) so as to position yourself to have that home, and that self-sufficiency, and the skills to go with it. There is no reason you can’t carry on learning and doing even after you are married, and so you should, but get a headstart.

Control Your Delusion Bubble

You know how women want a millionaire that is 6’2″ and has 8″ of pleasure to give them daily?

Yeah, it’s not ideal, but ladies, here, try this out to get a reality check.

And guys, here is your version.

Above all, whatever you do, whatever you are, don’t be a gamma.

You now have enough information to seriously no need to ask any questions for a few years. Now get out there and find your wife to be and make plenty of babies.

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By G | 7 February 2023 | Posted in Social Commentary

High IQ and Relationship Problems

While I assume this post will have generally good interest, the reality is that in practical terms it applies to less than 1% of the population, and that’s best case scenario, because I will be talking about high IQ problems, meaning for IQs of 130 plus.

There are several reasons I wanted to this for some time, and this is really only a general introduction scratching the surface and presenting it in a broad spectrum way to set the general parameters. There are many details of this topic which are quite fascinating. I will only be covering the larger issues one with a high IQ generally encounters.

Some baseline points

For full disclosure, I need to point out that my own IQ score was measure twice when I was 26. I scored 157 on the first test, which was an official one but I had taken rather lightly, more out of curiosity than any wish to score particularly high. I do not recall the name of the institution, but neither test was with MENSA. I genuinely thought there must have been some mistake or the organisation might not have been serious. I therefore signed up with a different one that was recognised, again, it was not MENSA, but again, I do not recall the names, this was almost 30 years ago and although my results were relevant to me at the time, as a spur of the moment thing that took a couple of days, I never appreciated the importance of IQ in many contexts of life, so it was never something I ever gave much notice to until much later in life other than noting the results. On the second official test I really wanted to do well and unlike the first one, I applied myself. I scored 152. I put this down to the fact that generally in life I have noticed that when I just try my hand at something I initially do better than when I try to do well. Later, with practice, I will eventually outdo my initial performance, but this pattern has repeated itself many times in my life with all sorts of skills, from physical to intellectual and there is good science to back up the idea that with a more relaxed frame of mind, one achieves better performance. As a result, averaging the results I get a rounded figure of 155 IQ. I have not tested again since and I don’t really care to. I expect my IQ may have dropped a bit since due to the various stresses I have bene under for years and advancing age, etc. but in any case I will use that number as a guideline because it does represent my experience in life and since I am in any case in a tiny subset of humanity, my experiences, while anecdotal and obviously covering many other factors and variables, remains, I believe, relevant to the issues of relationships with people with high IQ.

IQ does matter

IQ has been linked to all sorts of things, like better income, longer life span and so on, across cultures and counting for income, race, culture etc. IQ studies have been going on for a long time and the factor known as g is indeed relevant in many spheres of life. Socially, the best IQ is from about 110 to 130. Beyond that, people become less able to interact with others and their existence can be lonely and difficult in many respects. Try to imagine how you would feel surrounded by what to you are essentially functional retards. The normal routines almost everyone is happy with a mind-numbingly dull to you and the entire system is built to gear for the average people by far. Barring some specific unique interest or skill one develops in what is effectively an intellectual solitary confinement, your opportunities for social happiness can be greatly limited. Which doesn’t mean every miserable, lonely, socially maladapted person is a genius. Most are absolutely not. And in any case, if you are smart enough, you should usually be able to find a way to survive without slashing your veins.

The IQ gap

It has been demonstrated quite conclusively that when there is an IQ gap of 30 points of more, the lower IQ individuals cannot follow the reasoning of the higher IQ individual. In the case of a sub 70 IQ person and a normal 100 IQ human average, the lower IQ person does not really question the 100 IQ person’s ability. they simply accept it as a kind of “magic” that the other person is capable of and there is usually not huge difficulties in having general relationships that can include work and other general social gatherings. Though I do not mean to be offensive, there is a sort of analogy between a 70 IQ and 100 IQ person, where, both being honest people, they can have a perfectly reasonable relationship. At least as far as concerns work, as long as nothing beyond the 70 IQ person’s ability is required. I certainly had that experience in my life several times when I lived in Africa. While an intimate relationship of this nature would prove intellectually non-stimulating and probably tiresome to the 100 IQ person, there are, I think, more instances of this being possible, especially if the lower IQ person is the female and the 100 IQ person is the male.

When you begin to have a 130 IQ and try to have a relationship with a 100 IQ person, it will be a lot more difficult. Especially if the 130 IQ person, as I was, bought into the idea that, ok, sure I am smarter (because it’s obvious) but if I explain something to you, you too can get it. This tragic error assumes IQ is basically a function of education or knowledge. It’s a common mistake because the global narrative leans that way hard and has done for decades. Well, it turns out IQ is not a knowledge issue (data). It’s an ability issue (processing power). There are some calculations and so on that a lower IQ person simply cannot do when compared to a higher IQ person. The frustration for the high IQ person is only matched by the desperation of the lower IQ person in their not being able to bridge that gap.

In short, for intimate relationships to have the best chance to work, it is clear that two things must be true. It is best if the man is the higher IQ of the two (since this in any case how nature distributes intelligence), and the gap between them must be less than 30 points, as having an IQ gap at the higher ends of IQ can be quite traumatic for both sides. Especially when neither is aware of the existence of this issue.

Male/Female Distribution of IQ is not equal

In general, women tend to have a lower minimum/maximum distribution of IQ than males, as the diagram below shows.

To put it bluntly, women are more numerous in the lower IQ range than males. As the image above shows, by the dime you hit only one standard deviation (15 IQ points) above the human average of 100 you’re at about 2 men per one woman. By the time you are looking at 3 standard deviations (so up to about IQ 145) the ratio approaches 9 men to 1 woman.

At this address, you will find a frequency of IQ table, but it is not divided into males and females.

I reproduce here only the section from IQ 155 to 140.

I have taken this specific link because it is the least “flattering” for my IQ level of 155. Normally, the 155 IQ is deemed to exist in about 1 in 10,000 people. At this level the ratio of men to women is actually above 10 to 1, but in order to try and average out things to make it as realistically fair as possible, and countering the 1 in 10,000 by using one in 8,000 or so I would say that to say there are 10 men for every woman at the 155 IQ level is probably correct. Keep in mind that 157 IQ is about one in 13,000, so at this level, a single point can make a big difference, which is normal for edge of the bell curve distributions, as the sample size is tiny.

This means that a 155 IQ man that wants to find a 155 IQ woman to be in a relationship with, on average, can only find one such person in 100,000 women of the relevant age.

Some Data Points we can Conclude

  • It’s hard to find a smart woman. I once figured out on the back of a napkin, literally, while at work, in London, what the chances of finding the ideal woman were. I only used two criteria: Looks, which was important to me at a physical level. I never had what I called the “mystic click” with a woman if I was not physically attracted to her to a certain high degree. And the women that achieved that physically were usually quite rare and generally accepted as being beautiful by the very vast majority of the male population. Having taken the time to walk through central London every day during my lunch break for several years, and noting for myself the frequency of woman that I assumed was physically attractive to fit the category, and be very broadly speaking in the right age range, which I placed at about 20-25 years range total, from a few years older to quite a few younger, I concluded that out of 100 women, it would fit about 10 at the most optimistic and probably more like 1 or 2. I also figured that since there was only about 1 in 100,000 women at my IQ level and that the right age range was probably no more than 1 million, in a city of 10 million, that meant there was probably only one woman that fit that criteria. If I dropped the IQ requirement to one in 10,000 then there might be 10. But that, of course, said nothing of their personalities. Only looks and IQ. It’s a good thing I am an optimist. And I figured the prospect of working my way through all the pretty women was an arduous task, but one I would devote myself to. Someone had to do it!
  • It’s hard to find a pretty woman. If you’re looking to be with an 8.5 or better, you’re going to struggle unless you have some attributes yourself that put you in the general target range. This is not IQ related, but it reduces your number of prospective life partners considerably, if, like me, you’re unfortunate enough to get that mystic click only with women that on average we can consider a 9 for most men (some will see her as a 10 and others only as an 8 or so, and in any case, after a 9 the “ten” is very subjective and not really relevant, at least for me).
  • Minimise the IQ gap to 25 points or less. If your IQ is 155 or so, the minimum IQ you should try to get with is about 130. That way the IQ gap is not there yet, as it’s “only” 25 points. Now, as it happens 25 points is quite a lot, BUT it at least allows the woman to be able to follow your reasoning process IF you are able to explain it patiently and moderating it for her emotional responses and patience/time in that moment. Which, I assure you, is an acquired skill. One you need to acquire by sweating blood if your patience score is in the negatives, like mine generally is. Returning to my example above, at the 130 IQ range, there is generally about 3 men to every woman and about one in 40-50 people have it, so we could say one in about 150 woman will have it. Using the one million women in London example, there are about 6,666 women of 130 IQ (a devilish number to be sure). And I can crank my looks thing, right up to 1 in a 100 and hey, there are a whole 66 or 67 of them I can find. Great. Of course, they will invariably be married, have a boyfriend or three and possibly already be mothers, though that last is probably less likely since smart women have difficulty finding smart men too. While pretty ones have their pick of men, smart and pretty ones, tend to become extremely skittish. First because they are used to all the lies, deceptions and so on that men will use to bed them, and secondly because very often they can see through those deceptions. Therefore the level of “shit testing”, to use a PUA term, they try on you will be stratospheric in nature.

Ok then. Let’s now look at the imponderable relationships!

All of the above was to give you a general background in some terms and familiarise yourself with gross numbers. Which if you have been paying attention, explains why despite its popularity, this post really applies to a very tiny subset of the population. If you want to do some stats:

At 155 IQ male and 130 IQ female, the percentages are 0.012% and 2.28% respectively. Multiply them by each other to give a general incidence of them ending up with each other and you get a probability of 0.027%

This is a bit wrong because generally smart people will tend to congregate with other smart people, as pretty people tend to congregate with either other pretty people, or at least wealthy ones, but then there are many other variables to account for, so as an overall method it’s probably fine.

So this post, in a general best case scenario applies to less than one third of one percent of the planet.

Throw in some other things like maybe only being with a pureblood and limit the couples to those of child-bearing age and this can easily become something that applies to less than 1 in 10,000 couples.

Now let’s look at the problems that can and do arise in such a situation.

1. Both will have found their own ways to navigate the planet of the apes and very often, those ways will be unique to them.

Great right? Not so much, since both are absolutely convinced, through bitter life experience, that their way is best. And they are right. Their way really is usually best as far as their individual lives are concerned. Their experience is not wrong. But it is also not really that relevant when faced with another person of their intelligence. Here, the trend will be the higher IQ male making the lower IQ female feel set upon, disrespected, and “oppressed”. She has navigated countless idiots doing things her way and now here is another moron trying to tell her you can indeed get showered, dressed, put on make up and still look hotting 25 minutes, yes even if you have long hair and he is bald. Idiot. What does he know. And time is relative and not really important anyway (because everyone forgives a hot woman that is 30 minutes late, but no one forgives a man for doing it). The issue here is made far worse if neither knows about the IQ gap and such issues. Even when they do know, the woman is (rightly) not emotionally ok with being treated as some kind of second-class citizen on the basis of IQ. And she is absolutely correct in this respect. Those people who think IQ is the “all that” of humanity are in fact, functional idiots. I don’t even rate IQ as in the top three things a human being has to have to be classed as excellent. I’d place, honesty, a sense of honour (related but not identical to honesty), kindness and an ability to love deeply as all far more important than IQ. The trick here is for both to do something very difficult.

The woman has to accept that IQ is a thing, that her husband is indeed smarter and usually knows best. AND at the same time, she should not feel she has to prove herself in this regard, not feel “stupid” she should not hesitate to ask for clarifications, but, important point, to do so, not in a confrontational way, but rather in a “please explain that to me” way. It’s hard. The female ego screams against this.

The male has to accept that his wife may not immediately see his way of doing things as “better” and he should take the time to explain it without being:

Dismissive

Sarcastic

Impatient

Missing steps in the explanation but not putting the ones not required to be put in because they are obvious to her too

It’s a pretty tall order and the only way most men manage it is if they remember that from time to time, and not as rare as he might think, his wife’s way of doing things will not only have specific advantages, but might even be better overall. So take care with this aspect.

2. The unstated assumptions are killers.

Although this is true in most relationships, in high IQ relationships these will be hidden landmines. The natural assumptions high IQ people make are opaque to most other humans, because their brains work on a different level. But that is not to say that two intelligent people will have come to identical conclusions. In my meeting and talking with people that are of my same IQ or thereabouts, including smarter than me, I have found that a considerable amount of time is required, especially if they have different cultural backgrounds, to establish their ow jargon/language even if both speak the same language perfectly well. The assumptions, unconscious rules, and axioms one 150 IQ person will have made in his life are not ever identical to the ones another 150 IQ person has made. Yet both operate on them unconsciously in their day to day lives. When someone that is of that level of intelligence makes a statement you assume is completely wrong or retarded, pause. Because chances are you are not understanding their perspective and the language they use is made up of the same words you use but their meanings are different. An example might suffice. When I visited Vox Day at his home once, we briefly talked about Jordan Peterson, and he said that Peterson was an intelligent man. I paused. I thought Peterson was an idiot, because ultimately his life ideologies and aims are insane. But it was Vox who had taken the time to examine exactly and specifically why this was so. I couldn’t care to do that. It was obvious to me he was nuts and therefore could safely be ignored. I asked what he meant and he explained that in order to construct such an elaborate (though insane) model of reality one had to be intelligent. He was, of course, correct, and probably using the word “intelligent” more correctly than I do. To me intelligence is synonymous of effective, which, of course, is not how most people use it. But to me, saying someone is effective does not describe in any way whether they are also intelligent or not. As I do not value Intelligence without effectiveness, to me, real intelligence is that which is also effective, not only smart. But not having explained this, would lead me and Vox to have very different labels for various people around the world.

Now imagine having this kind of language/assumption with your wife or husband, that is, someone that you are intimate with, and therefore usually do not have the presence of mind to pause and consider how they mean a specific common word or phrase, because after all, you have been sweatily naked with them and more; you’re hardly going to pause and think “how do they mean ‘intelligent'” because you’ve assumed, due to the intimacy, that they are a kind of extension of yourself.

So she says her friend is really smart and you think she’s a moron and you say so and lo and behold, before you know it, you’re arguing about how disrespectful you are of everyone she knows and you are telling her this wouldn’t be an issue if she didn’t have morons for friends. Or vice versa, you tell her about your buddy who just made a million bucks investing in blue widgets because he’s really smart and figured out blue widgets would be a thing, and she says he’s a creep, which you think is irrelevant to the point you’re making and besides, why is he a creep? Because maybe you didn’t notice he was leering at her whenever your back was turned, but she noticed it a mile off because she is used to getting such attentions from men.

3. Not knowing about the IQ gap and IQ in general is going to make everything exponentially harder

As a very high IQ person your experiences in life are akin to living on planet of the apes. Except the apes look like humans. After a time, you see the same patterns of mental retardation (to you) that passes as perfectly normal (to them). After enough time and interactions, you will naturally reduce the patterns to very large ones. And in the event that a disagreement occurs with another high IQ person, you are liable to place them in the ape category out of habit, instead of noticing that the issue, in this case, is of a totally different nature and category even if it might superficially appear to be one you are used to seeing in the ape population.

4. A high IQ woman will be disappointed by men in her life a lot and is liable to have had a number of failed relationships behind her, especially is she is pretty.

This will tend to make her jaded in the worst cases, bitter, resentful and even spiteful. Especially if she is unaware of the IQ issue. She will tend to see men and dishonest simpletons, because, in a word, to her, they are. And in general they are. She has met men that are manly and look good, but can’t keep up with her intellectually. She will likely have had a few failed relationships with such types and assume these “alphas” are all so much ado about nothing, except maybe bedroom acrobatics. She will then have tried to go for the smart ones, but often these beta types are smart but useless with women and faced with a smart and beautiful one will tend to lose their spine and try to accommodate her every wish, thus quickly losing any sexual chemistry and natural male-female dynamic of attraction. Fairly soon, she will think herself doomed to having to choose between, one of two types: the good looking, but dumb and really headstrong, one, which means he has some male attributes she finds naturally attractive, but he will make decisions that she can see a mile off are bad and will not correct himself because he’s a headstrong type, which is attractive, in someone who is more successful than she can predict. Not so much in one who isn’t. Or, alternatively, a smart weaker man that will always be the model of good behaviour towards her, probably provide well for her, but eventually, sexually comes to have less appeal than her vibrator. Whether it be her rabbit or Pedro the pool boy. Which is why, often, apparently wealthy and beautiful women, married to physically unimposing men, can and do cheat on them.

All this means that even when she meets that man with no name, Clint Eastwood type, gunfighter, with a genius, steel-trap mind, and a horse-cock, she is going to be skeptical, she will second-guess herself, doubt herself and because she can’t see what and how you think, she will naturally assume you’re lying, or dishonest, or not all you’re cracked up to be (in her own mind) and any tiny error (which all humans make) or incongruence (real or imagined, through correct processing or erroneous one) she spots, will become for her a likely source of “proof” that you’re really an underhanded, greasy liar, merely intent on trapping her with an unwanted pregnancy. Or whatever. Which is fair enough if you are some kind of narcissistic psychopath, but is a real drag if you’re actually on the level.

5. He’s going to be exhausted of female drama and next a woman like he changes socks.

Assuming the man is not a nerd type high IQ, that is, he is high IQ AND he uses it to integrate himself sexually into the ape society regardless, he will have been through a pretty high number of women, because, absent the monkey features, and if he is impatient and smart, he probably can get together with most women that interest him and has. And in most cases he will find their shit-tests idiotic and unnecessary, their conversations borderline soporific, their interests pedestrian, and their inability to even follow his conversations when he discusses (in excruciatingly slow ways for him) even those things that interest him the drop that makes the glass overflow. So he can easily dismiss a woman that might have had the requisite attributes simply because he might not immediately take the time to work through whatever drama she might cause him (they all cause some) and it falls into a specialised version of the “unstated assumptions”. On the other hand, a woman that catches herself and honestly disassembles her own drama with logic and reason is certainly going to catch his attention. Unfortunately for him, some pretty women, are adept at doing this too as an art form of theatre, while hiding their real narcissistic core. Which is why even geniuses that have been around the block can and do end up married to vicious harridans intent on picking his carcass clean.

In Conclusion

So there you have it, ladies and gentlemen. I know that a post of this nature is a bit like complaining about how difficult your life as a billionaire is, but the pain is real!

My general advice, especially to smart men, is to not focus as much on the looks if you care to have a truly intellectually rewarding lifetime partnership with your wife. And to smart women, the same, really, and look, you can train a man to please you sexually, it’s a turn-off to do, I get it, but if you grit your teeth through it for as long as it takes to train his brain to do the things you want, and then a bit more to teach him to take the initiative too, after that, you can “forget” you did that and just let him be the sexual lead in bed again.

To both, patience is a virtue, and not just, as I always said, an excuse for the witless.

And if you’re as undeservedly lucky or blessed with divine grace as I have been, to end up married to a woman that fits both your criteria of beauty as well as brains, well, I sincerely hope this post helps you both navigate the storms, because the world certainly needs a lot more smart, beautiful, non-genetically modified humans to take it back from the demonic forces that have come to the fore lately. So get busy making babies and make sure you stay together through everything and anything, until, hopefully at a very advanced age, death do you part.

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By G | 5 February 2023 | Posted in Social Commentary

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