PUA/Game: The Incel Problem Is Clearly One of Perspective

This is really what the whole damn problem is all about. I have a friend who is a Brahmin in India. Really smart, really nice, writer who writes books. Also very handsome. He told me he was a virgin til he married at age 32, and so was his wife of the same age. He said this was just normal in Brahmin families, and no one cared. I asked him if he ever felt inferior, lame, failed, depressed, idiotic, incompetent, or ashamed of being a 32 year old virgin, and he said of course not. I asked him if anyone made fun of him for being a 30+ virgin, and he said of course not, people don’t do that here. It’s not so much the celibacy itself, it is the value you and society place on it. Like so many other things in life. Read some philosophy. Philosophers talk about this a lot. It’s not the thing itself. It is the value that is placed on the thing that mattes. The thing itself has little obvious meaning in many cases. Actually Wittgenstein came around to this in his second book. He ruled out valuation in Tractatus, assuming that humans were purely logical. By the time Logical Investigations rolled around, he changed his mind and decided that meaning or words in language was determined by culture or society and not mathematically via some logic of observing some phenonemon and describing it. His latter position is correct. Most things are relative, spectrums are everywhere you look, and everything’s a grey area. Which is quite a liberating thought, if you dare to believe it. I agree it’s a tough meal. Close your eyes, say the Hell with it, and swallow it whole. That’s how you ingest life’s most painful and resisted truths. You see, people hate grey areas. They hate spectrums. Mostly because people are basically stupid but also because they scare easily, and once you sort of say everything’s more or less up for grabs, you’re tossing the whole universe like a damned salad. Most people don’t want that. They want to be sure about stuff. Even if it’s bullshit, at least they can be sure of their bullshit. Right, wrong, or indifferent, this is what I believe, and can we please move along now? Can you pass the olives, please? So where were we now, remind me? Oh yes, your vacation. Do carry on. I so want to hear about this. Life’s not easy; it’s actually quite difficult. But humans always want to take the easy route, and why not? Life’s doesn’t make much sense, but who wants to live in the terror of a senseless universe but guys like Sartre? No one. We want things to be easy, and we want them to make sense, and facts and truth be damned, we will get what we want. Which is reasonable but sad.

PUA/Game: The Life of Chad: The Story of One Week

These incel guys (and some other blackpillers like the folks over at Lookism – a much more diverse group) do this thing called catfishing women. They put up a photo of a male model and then go on Tinder or Snapchat and see how many women they can get with it. These were all the women that this fake Chad got in only one week. Those extremely flirtatious videos and photos, including the one girl who took a video of her farm, were all sent to him by those 10 young women in a single week. Damn! Look at all those hot young women I will never have again. Oh well. But I still want them. I want them all! Every single one of them!

I don’t want to fuck just one of you. I want to fuck all of you, dammit, every single one of you! – Sid Vicious, Longhorn Ballroom, 1978, US tour.

Jesus Christ. Is this because of Tinder? Because it was never like this before. Even in my Chadly days of yore, it was never this easy. Could this Chad actually have a harem of all ten of those women? From my experience, I would say no. The thing about women is, no woman wants to be “the other woman” or worse, “one of many.” They all want to be the only one.

PUA/Game: Why Are PUA Types So Reactionary?

Sisera: Lindsay, Why do a lot of the PUA types turn to reactionary politics? I mean realistically the only way they might find a woman (specifically, gold-diggers) is if they get rich. But if you’re in your 20’s working a low paying job, aren’t you more concerned about even having money to save in order to get rich and not getting taxed heavily 20 years down the road? So it seems Roosh might sell false hope. That’s why these incel mass shooters visit sites like “PUA hate”. BTW, TRASH is now a favorite on Return of Kings. Check it out.

First things first.

Why do a lot of the PUA types turn to reactionary politics?

I don’t know except the Cultural Left is now completely feministed and cucked as far as men and masculinity are concerned. I mean men are the enemy, masculinity is toxic, gay, bi and trans guys are the greatest thing since sliced bread, on and on. And the Cultural Left really really hate PUA and Game, which to me is insane because all Game is is the Science of Seduction. What the Hell is wrong with seduction for Chrissake? I mean men have been trying to figure out how to get women for millennia now. Check out a famous book called On Love written by the famous Roman writer Seneca. It could be called How to Pick up Girls in Rome in 200 BC. Men have been doing this PUA/Game stuff forever. It’s part of the natural, normal behavior of human men. Back in the 1970’s and even 1980’s, the pickup/Game scene was all around liberal men. Hef, Bob Guccione, Al Goldstein, and Larry Flynt were all liberal Democrats. Almost everyone in the porn industry was a liberal Democrat, and that’s true to this very day. Back then, being on the liberal/Left implied a “libertine, do it in the streets” mindset. Now the Left has been taken over by feminists and faggots, it hates straight men, especially straight White men (though fags can take as many fists up their ass as they want, and it’s all good). The Left is all Sex-Negative Feminism now. It’s #metoo bullshit, the sexual harassment weapon on steroids (the worst weapon we ever gave women), ever-expanding definitions of rape, rape culture bullshit, patriarchy bullshit, insane consent rules that force all straights who want to have sex to act like shy, uncertain virgns. I mean it really seems like the Left doesn’t want us men to get laid at all. It doesn’t even want us to try to get laid, since if we flirt with women, ask for the numbers or for dates or even look a them God forbid, we’re guilty of Sexual Misconduct (What sort of Orwellian nonsense is a concept like that?), Sexual Harassment, maybe Sexual Assault, or Rape, and someone needs to call the cops on us or put a restraining order on us to protect women from our evil roaming eyeballs and flapping lips. Considering that the Left is now so hostile and hate-filled towards straight men, who can blame them for going reactionary? On the other hand, the situation we have right now is that it is the rightwingers of all people who are singing the praises of Sexual Liberation and the Sexual Revolution, and the Left wants to roll the clock back to the 1880’s where we put stockings on piano legs. The Modern Left is the precise opposite of all those things we fought for in the Sexual Revolution, one of the great liberation movements of the 1960’s. We’ve turned into the uptight squares we used to mock and hate. It’s pathetic.

“I mean, realistically, the only way they might find a woman (specifically, gold-diggers) is if they get rich. But if you’re in your 20s working a low paying job, aren’t you more concerned about even having money to save in order to get rich, and not getting taxed heavily 20 years down the road?”

This mindset never made sense to me. All politics is class politics. Low income people should be class conscious. What you describe is the typical phenomenon in the US known as false consciousness. I would like to point out that I have been getting 7-10’s, hot women, even model types, within my age bracket at least, ever since I was 17 years old, and I’ve never had two nickels to rub together. Hell, my girlfriends have been paying my way most of my life. I’m not proud of that, although the gigolo image is cool, really I would much rather have at least been paying my own way. A girlfriend recently broke up with a long relationship with me and she said, “All I got was a cup of coffee and a card!” I can’t put into words what a piece of crap I felt like when I read that. On the other hand, I’ve always Chad or at least Chadlite, even to this day, and whatever the rules of love and sex are for most men, Chad breaks them all. The rules simply do not apply to Chad. He’s the exception to every rule out there, and he’s living proof of Looks Theory and the Black Pill.

So it seems Roosh might sell false hope.

Roosh is obviously a horrible human being. Of course he’s a snake oil selling con artist. All these PUA guys are.

That’s why these incel mass shooters visit sites like “PUA Hate”.

Still in business as Slut Hate. The PUA idiots like the execrable Roosh are selling a fraudulent product called Game, so of course a lot of people who bought the product and got ripped off are pissed. Hence PUA Hate for the victims of the PUA fraud. And by the way, these incels are as bad as Roosh or probably worse. Nevertheless, I feel very sorry for them, and I do feel sorry at all for Rooshbag. He’s one of the most hateable people I can think of.

BTW, TRASH is now a favorite on Return of Kings.

Well, that’s no surprise. They had previously banned for, well, simply being Trash is the best way to put it, but I guess they let him back on. To be fair he’s in his element. Most of the douchebags over there are about as narcissistic as he is.

Check it out.

Better not. Every time I go there I want to smash my computer screen. Monitors are expensive. I can’t put into words how much I hate those people. They’re just horrible, as bad as Trump.

Game/PUA: The Only Reason Men Are Incels Is Due to Their Personality

C’mon, these guys have crappy personalities! They’re awful people. If they were just decent people, they could get women. They think it’s their looks, but it’s not their looks, dammit! It’s their shit personalities, and nothing else. Incels are horrible human beings. That’s why no one wants them. Looks have nothing to do with it. The number one rule of Game is that Looks don’t matter. They are completely irrelevant. As long as you have great Game, you can get as many women as you want. Repeat: Looks has nothing to do with success with women. Go ahead cucks, blame his personality. I dare ya!

Game/PUA: From Alpha to Omega in Four Easy Decades

I finally see now how incels feel because I have virtually become Omega simply due to my age.

I realize that this is just the normal way that life is, but it still hurts. The problem is I still see myself as That Guy. I see young women all the time who would be checking me out, flirting with me, or at least looking at my younger self, and now they act like I’m a ghost. My former life varied from Normie to Failed Normie to various species of Chad. According to one definition of the term, I’ve been Alpha for a lot of my life.

I was also incel for various periods which ended after variable lengths of time. I was actually legendary neighborhood Chad at one point. Other men almost worshiped me like a God. I kept hearing:

How the Hell do you do it? I will never understand how you get all these chicks. This is one thing I will never understand.

Like that. It’s a great way to live. If you can live like that for even one month or maybe even one week, you can just about die happy the next day because you would have gotten everything you wanted out of life.

Fast forward and I am now 60 years old. I am now invisible to 9

All my life, women have been looking at me, flirting with me, smiling at me, going into robot frozen stares at me (Game pro tip: that means you’re making her horny and she wants to have sex with you). I am used to this. It’s just the normal every day.

Well, now that’s gone. All the sex has been sucked out of my world. Almost no woman flirts with me ever, not for one second. Even the slightest bit of flirting that I try is coldly shot down. There is no possibility of sexual anything, even flirtation, in my day to day life. Almost no woman even looks at me anymore.

Sometimes they look at me and smile, but I think that is just to say, “You’re old but you’re normal, so I will smile at you.” Problem is if I go to talk to her after she smiled at me, she often acts outraged. Their attitude is,

How dare you fucking try to talk to me!

You see, I have no right to talk to them, or to talk to any woman, ever, for the rest of my life, I guess. Because age.

I also get these,

How dare you ever fucking look at me, old man!

looks sometimes. I can’t even look at these cunts.

Sometimes I will look at a woman, and she will almost fly backwards like,

I can’t believe you’re even looking at me, you gross old man!

Then if I talk to them, they fly backwards some more like,

You’re talking to me! I can’t believe it!

Probably because I am still halfway normal, and I still have 10

I said my Game is worthless. It is worthless, and my Game is kick-ass, or used to be anyway. But Game without Looks and $1.79 will get you a Slurpee at a 7-11 and not much else. In other words, Game -Looks is just about worthless. I’m so tired of  all the PUA’s:

All you need is Game. Looks are not important.

They’re all fraudsters selling snake oil.

I still date young women sometimes, even all the way down to teenage girls if I get really lucky. I have no idea how I still get teenage girls because it’s impossible to do at my age. Apparently I am violating the laws of physics somehow. Problem is these girls and even young women up to late 20’s end up ending the relationship after 1-12 weeks.

When they end it, sometimes they more or less tell me I am ugly. I am getting told that a lot now. Specifically, they say they are not attracted to me. The painful thing about that is that no woman ever said that to me until I got into my 50’s. They broke up with me for all sorts of reasons, but none ever said they were not attracted to me. And no women who decided not to date me ever said she was not attracted to me. I did hear, “You’re not my type,” but that’s not necessarily insulting.

Like I sometimes date young women, even models. The last one (an actual model, 28 years old) was good for five weeks, and then she ended it, saying I did not turn her on. In other words, I am ugly.

She spent 24 hours in my hotel room recently and even spent the night in my bed. She acted like I was radioactive and went so far to the edge of the bed she looked like she might fall off. I had to go over to my edge. She freaked out and visibly flinched any time I even barely touched her. She wouldn’t even snuggle up next to me or kiss me a bit.

That was literally the worst night of my life. I have never felt so ugly, unattractive, and unwanted. The feeling is so devastating it is hard to put into words.

I hire maids, usually illegal aliens, to clean my place. I always try to seduce them because I am a disgusting pig who generally tries to seduce any woman unlucky enough to get stuck in my apartment. They’ve all been blowing me off, but sometimes I at least get to feel their bodies a bit through their clothes before they start laughing and push me away.

But last spring, I finally had some success! I got one of my maids to take a shower with me (she was homeless).

I told her she needed a shower as she was homeless, and she agreed. Of course it was a ruse just to get her into the shower so I could climb in with her. She went into the bathroom and started disrobing. I went in after her without saying a word. I didn’t say a word, just started disrobing myself. She didn’t say anything but she looked at me outraged like:

I can’t believe you’re doing this!

She got in the shower and I jumped in right afterwards. She protested for a few seconds, but then she calmed down. It was the same attitude:

What the Hell!? I can’t believe you just jumped in the shower with me!

I kept grabbing her the whole time I was in the shower because, well, that’s what you do when you’re naked in the shower with a woman, right? Hey women. Pro tip: If you get naked and take a shower with a man, you need to do some sexual things with him. If you don’t want to do sexual things with the guy, hey, no problem. I get it. But don’t jump in the shower naked with him then!

She kept knocking me away the whole time in the shower, but I did get to bang her a bit for 5-10 seconds, which made it all worthwhile. Then the cunt dared to walk around my apartment naked for two hours! I was grabbing at her the whole time of course because that’s obviously what you do when you have a naked woman wandering about your place, right? She kept pushing me away. After a while she got pissed. I kept grabbing at her anyway. My attitude was,

You don’t want to me grab you? You can put some fucking clothes on baby!

My apartment is enemy territory, ladies!

Finally I caught her shooting speed in my dining room, stark naked. That was it. Out she went.

This whole episode also felt very bad. A naked woman strolling around my place for two hours and refusing to do anything sexual with me. How humiliating!

With a lot of women at stores, I can only have the most minimal conversations. Any time I get into anything remotely personal other than (“Here is my order”), they act weird, uncomprehending, outraged, shocked, disappointed, or anxious, and either stop listening or ignore me. Women ignore me when I try to talk to them all the time now. It can’t tell you how bad that feels.

I can’t look at high school girls at all anymore, and I’ve been looking at them my whole life. Now if I look at them, I get these pure hate looks in return. I have no right to look at JB’s!

I get conversational hard shutdowns constantly.

It’s…deflating.

I so miss being treated like I am attractive by women, women looking at me, smiling, winking, flirting, checking me out, going into zombie stares. I long for that every day, and every day it never happens. I am coming to the horrible conclusion that maybe I am ugly after all. Since age 18, people have been raving over how good-looking I was (especially in my 20’s). It was like everyone wanted me, girls, women, and even men (fags). Now no one wants me. I think I still look good though because a lot of older women say I still look good.

So this is how it feels. This is what being an Omega is like. This is what these poor incels go through every day of their miserable lives, all day long. Fuck. It’s holy depressing as all get out. It would be infuriating too if I did not have my past to fall back on, so it doesn’t make me angry. But I can see how it would enrage a man. I’m just choosing not to get enraged.

I get it. I see why incels commit suicide. In fact, I don’t see how any of them don’t commit suicide. These guys deserve some credit just for hanging in there and carrying on.

And I even understand why they go ER, although of course I cannot support that. It’s amazing more guys haven’t gone ER. I don’t see how there’s only been a few.

People must have an awful lot of self-control.

I’m not surprised at all that so many of these incels hate women. When you are like this, women more or less treat you like serious crap all the time, 24-7, day in and day out as the years stretch on. Well, after months or years of being treated like crap full time by women…it’s obvious that a man would start to hate them, right? I mean why not? Why not hate people who treat you like crap and act like they hate you? Hate makes hate, right? You hit a man enough times, he might just start hitting back, right?

I think I actually get off easy, as women are still very nice to me if I keep it to “Here is my order.” Some of them even call me by name. A lot of women in stores still smile at me when they see me (except I am not allowed to talk to them). Some will even talk to me casually (except no

I’ve heard that these incel guys don’t even get smiles from women! Good God. How could anyone live like that?

Game/PUA: George Orwell on Incels

The second great evil of a Tramp’s life – it seems much smaller at first sight, but it is a good second – is that he is entirely cut off from contact with women. This point needs elaborating. Tramps are cut off from women, in the first place, because there are very few women at their level of society. One might imagine that among the destitute people the sexes would be as equally balanced as elsewhere. But it is not so; in fact, one can almost say that below a certain level society is entirely male. The following figures, publishes by the L.C.C. from a night census taken February 13th, 1931, will show the relative numbers of destitute men and destitute women: (Figures from shelters, churches, casual wards, and hostels follow) It will be seen from these figures that at the charity level men outnumber women by something like ten to one. The cause is presumably that unemployment affects women less than men; also that any presentable woman can, in the last resort, attach herself to some man. The result, for a tramp, is that he is condemned to perpetual celibacy. For of course it goes without saying that if a tramp finds no women at his own level, those above – even a very little above – are as far out of reach as the moon. The reasons are not worth discussing, but there is little doubt that women never, or hardly ever, condescend to men who are much poorer than themselves. A tramp, therefore, is a celibate from the moment when he takes to the road. Having no hope at all of securing a wife, a mistress, or any kind of woman except – very rarely when he can raise a few shillings – a prostitute. It is obvious what the results of this must be: homosexuality, for instance, and the occasional rape cases. But deeper than these is the degradation worked in a man who knows that he is not even considered fit for marriage. The sexual impulse, not to put it any higher, is a fundamental impulse, and starvation of it can be almost as demoralizing as physical hunger. The evil of poverty is not so much that it makes a man suffer as that it rots him physically and spiritually. And there can be no doubt that sexual starvation contributes to the rotting process. Cut off from the whole race of women, a tramp finds himself degraded to the rank of a cripple or a lunatic. No humiliation could do more damage to a man’s self-respect. George Orwell, Down and Out in Paris and London, Chapter 36. (1933)

From George Orwell to Eliot Rodger, and not an inch of space between them. And speaking of Paris… Plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose, n’est-ce pas?

How Do I Become Asexual or Permanently Freed from Sexual Desire?

There are some drugs out there that will kill your sex drive pretty well. Either that or wait until you are my age (60), and your sex drive will go away on its own whether you want it to or not! Realistically though, some men have gone off to monasteries for this reason. As far as turning off the very physical drive though, good luck with that!

Sluthate, Incels, Etc.

From the Net, a commenter opines on Sluthate and related sites and the incel phenomenon in general:

Chasing women around like dogs and failing at it hundreds of times before one or two say yes – that’s what traditional masculinity thinks being a “real” man is all about. I feel sorry for these angry Omega males. Come to think of it, White Nationalists are some of the biggest Beta males ever, angry too.

Actually I rather like Sluthate. It’s like a PUA site without all the cocky arrogant, strutting roosters, tools, dicks, jerks and especially douchebags who ruin those sites. You can get the same advice on Sluthate as you can on the PUA sites, and actually these poor angry Omegas are much less offensive to me than the jerkoffs strutting around on your average PUA site, who I usually feel like punching in the face. These Omegas are sad, but hey, life is sad. So I can relate. Life’s not supposed to be easy, and it’s isn’t. I feel sorry for those angry Omegas myself. I have had a lot of success with women but there have also been dry spells where I couldn’t get date with God’s help, so I can sort of relate to what these guys are going through. Anyway, most single men are incel periodically anyway. How many single men can get sex anytime they want without paying for it, year in and year out, every day of the year? Hell, a lot of married men can’t even do that. I would say that the natural state of man, at least single man, is Periodic Incel. After all, that’s why men get married. You are supposed to get married in order to get steady sex. If you ask a lot of men and they answer honestly, this is what they will tell you. This is why there is so much pressure on single men to get married: it is seen as the road to lots of sex. Single life is seen as idiotic loserdom: bachelor life = no pussy. That’s not necessarily true, but it does seem to be true that it is hard to get a regular and steady supply of sex year in and year out without buying it if you are a single man.

Alpha Fucks, Beta Bucks

Wow. Some commenters here have ridiculed my articles on this incel phenomenon, saying there’s no evidence that things are any different now than when we were growing up 30-50 years ago. From the article:

Ongoing US research shows more adults aged 20-24 report having no sexual partner than those at the same age group born in the 60s, 70s and 80s.

Ahh, how interesting. But what about those of us born in the 50’s? Oh that’s right. We aren’t having sex anymore! Silly me. No wait! They mean us back when we were young, when I was 20-24 years old. I remember that! The breeze would blow, and I would get an erection. Wait. Erection. What’s that word? I’m not sure what it means. Hang out while I fish out my dictionary and look up the definition, and then I’ll get back to you in a bit, ok? … Back! Refreshed my memory! Now the evidence comes out, and R9k, Sluthate, Lookism, Forever Alone, Elliot Rodger, George Sodini and all rest were actually onto something. Some guys are cleaning up passing home plate, and a lot of others, standing there in the back bench looking stupid with their dicks in the hands, are getting fuck all. I’m not really involved with the young people scene much these days because it’s hard as pulling hen’s teeth to get a woman aged 18-30 to go out with me – or even to get her to look at me for that matter. So I am sort of watching from the bleachers here with my binoculars with the rest of us Old School Guys at the young guys trying to get to 3rd base at least in the Game down below. Pass the popcorn. Thanks! Roissy, Roosh V and the rest of the motley crew are complete tools, and I despise them, but they did manage to tune in to the right station, hear the message and clue the rest of us in. Things are different. Damn. So when does the Beta Uprising start? I need to know so I can duck and cover.

Manlets

This is out of the incel community, where I first heard the word manlet. They make a big deal out of their theory that being short is deadly for men. I do not know. Back in the 1970’s and 1980’s, I knew some short guys and one very good short friend, and they all did fantastic with females. Of course they were both very good looking, and two of them were very hot surfers who were for all intents and purposes Alphas I think this chart is a bit off. According to the chart, I am in the zone where, without a pretty face, I am doomed. However, not one person has ever called me short in my life, and indeed I have had a number of very tall girlfriends, including two who were 5’11 and one who was 6’0. In fact, a recent very good girlfriend who was nuts in love with me was 5’11. So they were all three at least as tall as I am and one was even taller, and none of them seemed to care. But that chart may not be relevant for my generation. Is it possible that this new young generation is even taller than my generation? Are Americans born in the 1990s’ actually taller than those born in the 1950’s? If so, by how much? What do you think? Is being short a liability for men these days? This whole issue is rather sad if it is true, but that poster sure is funny.

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Click to enlarge. Humorous meme mashup on short men.

On Incel Women

Steve writes:

There are also women who are not getting laid or in relationships throughout their 20’s. Yes, you may say they could offer themselves up and get laid easily but they don’t have that kind of personality or the desire for one night stands. There are incel women but they don’t make a fuss about it like testosterone fueled incel men. Men are more prone to rage.

I do not have a lot of sympathy for incel women. Incel men pretty much say they just want to have sex with a woman, period, and their requirements for such a woman are rather low. There is a Reddit sub called Foreveralone Women, and if you go there, you lose sympathy for them very quickly. It is just the typical female complaint of “no good men.” Also I would argue that an incel woman has probably not experienced a lot of rejection by men. I doubt if she has approached 3,000 men and got rejected by all of them. Yet incel men often wrack up huge rejection numbers.

Incel women could get a man any time they want to but only for their pickiness. Lots of women go without sex for long periods of time. I have known women who went without sex with up to 7-8 years and I dated a woman not too long ago who had not had sex in 4 years. It’s quite common actually. Most women going long periods without sex don’t seem to really care all that much. It sort of bugs some of the younger ones, but it’s just not the same thing.

Basically, women can go without; they do it all the time, and it’s no huge deal. Men can’t. Incel is much more painful for a man than for a woman.

The Reality of the Incel Situation and the Benefits of Game

Steve writes:

Like I’ve said before, I feel sorry for these guys. Just like some men are so handsome, many women will like them regardless of game, there are men who have tried a lot and not had success, maybe never even kissed a girl or found a girl who was attracted to them. That is why they resent game and they have a point, in regard to themselves.Its certainly not impossible for them to meet someone but they often have developed a very negative attitude, let their presentation deteriorate and are really down on themselves. They need a different sort of coaching to PUA I think. Something gentler, more encouraging, more realistic for them.

However, a lot of what they say is wrong. They have a distorted view and exaggerate to an extreme when they say that only the top 10-2

The standard PUA line you see on the Internet is utter shit. Although there is good stuff to be learned there and I do go them from time to time learn, those sites are all run by the biggest assholes on Earth and they are very intimidating. I usually can stand to read maybe one article before I want to vomit or smash the screen.

On the other hand, the incel sites are full of some seriously maladapted men. Their main problem seems to be rage. Most of them are mean as snakes and they don’t grant anybody anyway leeway. They seem to attack everyone around them. Also their notions of what an attractive man or woman is are insane. There are women I would call 10’s who these incel clowns insist are 6’s. In other words, these are the pickiest men on the Earth when it comes to women’s looks, and honestly, these are the men who logically have the least right of all to be picky. They can’t get laid with God’s help, but their standards for an attractive woman are worse than a modeling agency. Ridiculous.

Really most to all men could use help or techniques to help them attract, get and keep women. Hell, I could use some myself.

Game Works

I am always reading this stuff to try to up my Game, and trust me, Game works! At least for me it does. It’s not all down to looks! There are times when I am low, miserable and down and just hate the world. My looks are the same as ever, but when I go out with that mindset, I can’t get one woman on Earth to even acknowledge that I exist.

I have no idea what I look like anymore, but I am probably not attractive to most young women. Nevertheless, if I add some killer Game to whatever my looks are, the whole world changes and even high school girls start checking me out. It is the utter opposite of the situation above when I am a ghost.

Nevertheless I think there is some base level of attractiveness above which Game can work and below which all the Game in the world is about useless. Game probably acts as a “force multiplier” and adds (or doesn’t add) to whatever you start with.

It would be nice to have some sites up to help guys get girls that were not run by PUA dicks or incel psychos.

Even the incels say that most of them could get a woman if they only set their standards low enough. Most of the guys on the incel sites say all they want is a looks-matched woman. In other words, there are guys on there who are objectively 5’s and 6’s who say they would settle for a 5+ or 6+ woman, and they can’t even get that. They say the best they can do is a 3. I hear this stuff all the time. These guys could get hambeasts and landwhales, but they don’t want them, and who could blame them?

Take the Black Pill

This is a video from one of the most popular posters on the Robot9000 board on 4chat where the Oregon shooter may have posted before he did his dastardly deed.

I would listen in particular to the section from 14:00-16:00 where he predicts a pre-civilizational future where the top men amass harems of 10-15 women each and the rest of the men get none. It sounds crazy but…

The feminists, the male feminists, the blue pillers, the SJW’s, the Left, almost all women, and quite a few men flat out say that all of these incels are imagining things. There is no Alpha, Beta, Omega, etc. It’s all made up pseudoscience. There is no Game, or if there is, it is pseudoscience that doesn’t even work. All these incels have brought this matter on themselves. The feminists say that all they have to do is bathe regularly, practice good hygiene, get some decent clothes, work out, get a job and act halfway normal and they will find a woman just like that. Their whole problem is a lousy attitude.

Yet there is a very important question at stake here. Has the Sexual Marketplace indeed changed since the 1960’s, 70’s, 80’s and even beyond. I certainly don’t recall anything like these mass incel movements before. We never saw anything like this in the 70’s and 80’s. Sure there were guys who couldn’t get laid to save their lives, but they were not common and everyone assumed they were bringing it on themselves. Of course there were many fat and homely men of all sorts, but most of them seemed to be able to find a similar woman with ease. There was no talk of Chad Thundercock, incels,  Game, hypergamy, PUA gurus, PUA bootcamps or any of that. Now these things may well have existed, but no one was talking about them.

According to the the feminists, the male feminists, the blue pillers, the SJW’s, the Left, almost all women, and quite a few men absolutely nothing whatsoever has changed about the Sexual Marketplace between the 70’s and today. All of these clowns could go get a woman anytime they want to. In other words, they are imagining all of this. They’re hallucinating. They’re making it up. They’re getting all upset about something that’s not even real.

And yet…and yet…I can’t help thinking that the Sexual Marketplace has indeed changed since the 1980’s. I also have a nagging feeling that these poor, lost, forlorn men may well be onto something. I know the Game/PUA guys are onto something.* I am frightened that there is more than a grain of truth to  what they say and on some level, they may be complaining about some real phenomenon that is manifesting itself as a substantially changed Sexual Marketplace. I don’t think they are making this stuff up or hallucinating. And sadly, I don’t think they could get a woman by snapping their fingers either.

Everybody thinks that when I write about this stuff, I am complaining. I’m not. However, aspects of the incel movement resonate with me as a longterm bachelor who experienced the feast or famine of the dating world. I’ve had some incel periods myself and in those times, I can see myself in the faces of these poor sods. But to answer the question, no I am not complaining? Why should I? All indications are that if this phenomenon exists, I’ve been benefiting from it since age 17.

If this is some real new sociosexual phenomenon, I think it might be interesting for some bright minds and scholars to look into it. Right now all the work is being done by amateurs. The scholars are all ignoring the phenomenon and claiming it doesn’t exist. But it would be nice to get at least a conversation going about this subject.

As usual, I have no solutions. It is erroneous to think that life is full of solutions. Most chronic human problems are more or less unsolvable. Apparently most people can’t bear the thought of that, and this is why you always see people going on and on about how to “solve” this or that problem. It’s a delusion, a defense against the painful truth that on a lot of levels, we’re pretty much screwed and there’s not a thing to be done about it.

* I know for a fact that Roissy and the rest of the dirtbag PUA’s are onto something. This “Game” stuff is nothing new. These guys haven’t discovered anything. Sure, they have come up with some nice theory, but there are no groundbreaking new discoveries. I and most of my friends figured out this “Game” stuff back in the 1970’s when I first started dating. It’s nothing but the timeless wisdom of ages that men have always used as tools of seduction and understanding the female mind. Female nature now is the same as it’s been for 2,000 years.

New Incel Site: Lookism

Here.

They are claiming that they are better than Sluthate, but I am not so sure. So many posters there seem angry. It almost seems as if they hate everything. The general vibe of both sites is one of contemptuous hostility, apathy, boredom, depression, hopelessness, futility and I am not sure what else, but it is a lot worse on Lookism than on Sluthate. A vague sense of suicidality lingers over both sites. It seems like they just want to tear everything down to the lowest common denominator, and they don’t see much value in anything. I go there, and I want to leave due to all of the anger and negativity.

If these guys aren’t getting any women, it’s not doing them any favors to be so pissed off like this.

If you want to know why I go there, I am getting really into this Game stuff now. Yes, you can go to standard Red Pill/Game/PUA sites, but the crowd there is so awful that it feels like a punch in the face. I do not like the hyper-aggressive, super-competitive, bragging, ultra-macho, snarky, mean, vicious cockbreaths that infest those sites.

You can also go to PUA gurus’ sites, but those also bother me because I don’t like to read sites written by Joe Cool who’s got his shit together and has life dicked. Hyper-confident, cocky super-optimists get on my nerves. They hardly seem human.

I would actually rather read Game stuff at the incel sites because those folks are mostly just pitiful, and they don’t seem too aggressive or arrogant. Yes, they are pitiful, but they are also humble.

Those of you who couldn’t care less about the subject of male/female relationships might want to leave because this is something I want to explore for a while now. Not just Game but the whole dynamics of male/female romantic sexual relationships, what each gender likes, what attracts and turns them on and even more importantly, what turns them off. How to succeed and blow it with women and why things work or fail.

Women’s minds are all about relationships, so they might find interesting fodder here. Of course, I am mostly interested in how men can get women and not the other way around, but I suppose female commenters can discuss what they like or don’t like in a man.

I have long felt that there needs to be Game for Women or Women’s Game sites, all about what men are like, what we are all about, what we like and don’t like, how to turn us on and off, how to blow it or succeed with us, etc. I know young women who tell me that they have been failing in relationships with men forever, and they haven’t a clue why. At Game for Women sites, women who are having problems attracting or keeping good men around could lay out their situation, and the other women could brainstorm to try to give them some good advice.

I would rather write about this than the toxic race stuff that gets people screaming racist at me all day long. That’s very tiring, and there’s not much to be done about America’s racial problems anyway except maybe quit importing more of the problem. Beyond that, I throw up my hands like I do about a lot of things.

Most societal problems have no real solution!

What Is This Man Doing Wrong?

From here. Very interesting article. What did he do wrong?

Why Hasn’t Game Worked?

Hello everyone. I’m in a unique situation. My purpose in writing this thread is to identify the problem so I can solve it. It’s not to whine or complain. It might seem that way, and if it does, then forgive me, I’m really sincerely trying to solve the issues here.

My situation is that I’ve been practicing Game (not just learning or ‘studying’, but actively going out and doing) for the past ten years. I first found the red pill in the form of David D at the age of 17, and I’m 28 now. For that entire time, I’ve been doing everything I’m supposed to do: I’ve done astronomical amounts of approaches on a consistent basis in all sorts of settings both daytime and nighttime.

I’ve read up on different schools of Game, tried many out, kept a journal of my interactions, reviewed what I did right and what I could improve on, and generally conquered every woman-related fear that I could identify.

My philosophy on Game and life in general could pretty much be summed up as follows: “If you’re afraid of it, all the more reason to go and do it.” I feel that whatever’s blocking me from getting laid inevitably has to do with fear – and so if I keep noticing fears and promptly taking the courage to overcome them, then eventually all of that fear-conquering will lead to improvement in my life.

And as a result, I have almost no approach anxiety. I overcame approach anxiety years ago. I can approach just about any girl in just about any place.

It’s no longer an issue for me. I even used to have friends and wingmen point out the most difficult sets, and I’d approach them just to prove to myself that I wasn’t afraid and to prove that hesitation and fear weren’t the reasons for why I wasn’t getting female affection.

But despite all of the work I’ve put in, I have nothing to show. I’m a virgin with the exception of times I hired prostitutes, which comes out to a grand total of 5 times. I haven’t had sex with any girl who wasn’t ‘working’.

I am not a troll. I am a man who has put in the time and work and courage to improve my life. It just hasn’t worked. And I’m trying to figure out why.

When I heard about Elliot Rodger, something in me changed. Things are serious now. I can see myself turning into him eventually if this problem isn’t solved. I’ve read the first 90 pages of the manifesto, and it’s like reading my own autobiography.

The way he describes the utter hopelessness he feels and the jealousy was like hearing my own story told back to me. The only difference between me and him is that I always believed in the possibility of success, and I went out and took the active steps necessary to achieve it. I put in the work, and I took the risks.

Oh, and I’m not a racist. And I never had any interest in guns. And I played AOE instead of WOW…But everything else, it’s like we had the same life.

I’m currently applying for English teaching jobs overseas, so I can get a girlfriend based on the Murr’kin factor, i.e. socioeconomic status. But I’m concerned that this might not work as well as I expect it to.

I’m concerned that whatever the “issue” is with my Game is going to follow me wherever I go. In another country I’m sure I’ll get dates. I may get hookups. I might even get sex. But it’ll be based on money, status, and nationality – and how long will it be before the girl starts to play me, use me, dig for gold, etc? How long before my lack of skill with women catches up to me?

I want to figure out what the #

So I’ve written a story about my life from the beginning up until the present with a focus on girls and Game. I’m sure there’s a pattern in there, which one of you experts can pick out, and be like “I found your problem!” At least I’m hoping for that.

My story is both inspiring and heartbreaking, hopeful and hopeless, enraging and highly comical, all at the same time. It will elicit mad props in one sentence, pity in the next, and raucous laughter not far behind. I think you will enjoy it.

So without further ado, here it is. Tell me what you think.

I was born in 1985 and had a reasonably happy childhood. There were no major financial or familial disruptions, no poverty, war, disease, or sudden loss. I’m pretty sure that some of my parents’ behavior bordered on abusive, but that can be said of almost everyone in this society.

As a kid, I mostly played videogames and romped around the house with friends – I didn’t care much for sports. People described me as strong-willed, highly intelligent, and cute. I never got into trouble in school (although, looking back, I fucking wish I had!).

I got a lot of toys, and my parents bought me pretty much whatever I wanted within reason. We were middle class, Jewish, and lived in a cookie-cutter neighborhood in the northwestern suburbs of Baltimore, MD.

My interests were mostly of a nerdy nature and involved games and computers – although I was never really identified as a “nerd” outright. I was never identified with any particular subculture. I didn’t really care about fitting in or being popular. I just wanted to have fun and live my life.

All of my friends were male, and I never had any female friends (something that persists up until the present day). But in elementary school, I didn’t care. Girls were like a foreign species; they weren’t interested in the things I liked, and I didn’t see any reason to want to hang out with them.

When I got to middle school, that started to change, as I started to feel attraction and desire for girls. It was in 6th grade that I experienced my first crush: a petite, slightly mousy little blonde with freckles. I had no idea how to get close to her, so I basically just admired her from afar while hoping that fate would somehow bring us together.

I was extremely afraid of the social repercussions for ‘liking’ a girl who didn’t like me back, so I was careful to never show that I ‘liked’ her. Whenever I saw her in class or the hallways, I would look at her as much as I could but would always look away if she looked in my direction.

Eventually I asked one of my gossipy, “in-crowd” friends to find out if she liked me by asking her friends. He did as I asked and inquired with her friends, and he reported back “No”, she said she didn’t like me.

And the result was quite dramatic – the girl came into class the next day red-faced and embarrassed, and everyone was looking at me with a strange look – a combination of laughter, derision, shock, and, “Oh boy, look what you did, you’re in big trouble.” I felt totally ashamed and couldn’t even look at her anymore.

I dreaded the classes that I had with her. Despite this, a few weeks later at the ice skating rink (the popular gathering place for kids after school), I approached her on the ice and tried to start a conversation. She just stared off into space and shook her head, not even making eye contact with me. But at least I tried. Even back then, I was consciously overcoming my fears and taking risks.

In 7th grade, I developed a crush on another girl. This time I learned from my mistakes and decided to ask the girl out directly without going through a third party. This girl was a little bit more outgoing then the previous one, and I had already had several conversations with her in various contexts.

So one day after the bell as everyone was going home, I approached her at her locker and asked her out on a date. She said no. But she was tactful about it at least. I still remember the walk home after that, feeling a mix of both pride and disappointment. I was proud of myself for taking the risk but disappointed that it didn’t lead anywhere. This pattern would become very prominent in the following years.

I don’t remember having any crushes in 8th grade. This was the time when I actually entered puberty. The two previous crushes were of an emotional nature – they were cute, and I wanted to be close to them because the thought of it felt warm and lovey. It was emotional but not sexual because I didn’t have any sexual desires yet.

But in 8th grade I had my first ejaculation, and I started to be attracted to girls sexually. I remember sitting in my seat, and whenever girls would walk by me up close, I would almost cream in my pants just from their presence a couple feet away. I remember running home as fast as I could to masturbate.

My dad was a collector of Playboy magazines, and I started using those. I was both bewildered and resentful of those images. I obviously enjoyed the feeling of sexual release, but I resented the fact that it seemed to be bugging me all the frigging time, and I couldn’t focus on my books and computer games anymore cause the damn magazines were calling me all fucking day!

In 9th grade, I started to become aware that other guys had girlfriends and I didn’t, but this didn’t really bother me all that much. I would have preferred to have a girlfriend, and I made some attempts here and there, but it wasn’t the main thing on my mind. My main interests were computer games (Age of Empires II), fantasy novels (LOTR, WoT), other assorted nerdy things, and politics (I had become a passionate environmentalist).

I did ask a girl to the Homecoming Dance though. She was a friend of my one of my friends, and I sat down to eat lunch with her and asked her to the dance. She declined. I was a little upset, but it wasn’t devastating. I picked up and continued my nerd hobbies. This mindset persisted through 10th grade, which was the final year in which I would identify myself as “happy.”

In the summer between 10th and 11th grades, I played an RPG called Final Fantasy IX on the PlayStation. In this game, the main protagonist slowly develops a relationship with a princess who joins the team and fights alongside him in the adventure. Through their trials, they grow closer to one another, and I felt the first tastes of what an actual relationship was like.

The entire time I was fighting monsters and solving puzzles and watching worlds be destroyed and the very fabric of time and space being bent, all I really thought about was how awesome it felt to be doing it all alongside a really cute princess!

The game is approximately 40 hours long, and I finished it in 4 days, so the intensity was definitely ramped up by that – and when I was finished, I felt a profound feeling that I had never felt before. I kept thinking about the princess. I was in love. I beat the game at 4:00 AM and remember sitting in my chair for almost an hour just bathing in a glow of the most inexplicable, exquisite feeling.

As the sun came up, I went out for a walk around my neighborhood in an emotional state which, looking back now, could probably be described as my first mystical experience. Everything in the world felt new, golden, full of life. I felt love in every leaf on every tree, every cloud, every rock. It was like the whole world was made of love.

I was, of course, smart enough to realize that she was just a character in a videogame. I’m sure a lot of boys would have continued to pursue her through anime and fan fiction. But I was smarter than that. I knew that what I was feeling was the taste of a love relationship, and that I could experience it with a real girl in real life.

The afterglow of this experience lasted for many days. But eventually I started to wish I had a girlfriend to experience this kind of love with someone in real life. I began to fantasize about hanging out with a girl at my house, sitting and talking, going for walks together, watching sunsets together, talking for long hours into the night, bringing her to my favorite activities. I even started to feel a sense of emptiness when I did the things I enjoyed.

They just weren’t the same anymore. I felt like I was missing something. And the more I enjoyed a particular activity, the more empty I felt while doing it. I started doing my hobbies less and less because it was getting quite painful to have a “good time” all by myself without anyone to share the experiences with. I started to dread having fun. All I could think about whenever I had fun was “This would be sooooooo much better if I was doing it with a girl.”

One weekend, my family was paid a visit by some cousins from another state – my favorite cousins! I had always enjoyed playing with them, perhaps more than anybody else. We had all the same interests and got along fantastically. This time, we played a board game together – Settlers of Catan – my favorite board game.

Here I was, playing my favorite game with my favorite cousins, and in the middle of the game, I was overtaken by a profound and crippling sense of loneliness and sadness. It just wasn’t the same. I needed a girlfriend. Nothing I did was enjoyable anymore without a female companion. I left the house in the middle of the game. I took a walk, attempting to process the incredibly overwhelming emotions I was feeling.

It was July, and in the weeks that followed, I felt very lonely. I even started to feel like I was going crazy from lack of female presence. There were no kids in my neighborhood who I knew (most of the neighborhood was strangely inhabited by old people), and there were no hangout spots for kids to meet each other despite being in a large metropolitan area.

Baltimore is like that. I had no idea where to meet girls, so I wanted school to start so that I could see girls again and have a chance to talk to them and find one to be my girlfriend. It was highly unusual – unheard of – for me to actually want school to start.

Summer was my favorite time of year, and I wouldn’t even suffer a person to mention “school” in my presence! They were required to say “S” instead. If a person mentioned “school”, I would correct them and tell them never to say that word. And yet here I was wishing for school to start!

But I wasn’t entirely idle. I tried to meet girls. One night I went to the movies to try to meet them. I knew that the movies were pretty much the only place where people my age hung out during the summer. So I plucked up a friend and went to go see a movie. He didn’t care about meeting girls and wondered why I was so adamant about doing so.

The entire time we were there, I looked around for cute girls to talk to and there weren’t any. It was a wasteland. Where were all the girls? After the movie was over, I did eventually find one pair of girls who had seen the same movie, and I went over and talked to them. I don’t remember what was said, but all I remember is that I left empty handed. When I got home, I cried. I was so angry I threw a garbage can clear across the back yard.

When school finally started, I felt like a kid in a candy shop. At least for the first few days. I soon realized however that none of the girls were interested in me. I was perplexed. I didn’t know what to do. I tried everything I knew of, and nothing led anywhere.

I started to sink into a depression. I stopped doing homework. I stopped doing my hobbies. I couldn’t bear to have fun anymore because the more fun I had, the more aware I became of the lack of companionship while doing it. My favorite activities were like torture. I slowly dropped most of them and dedicated my entire mind, life, and energy to finding a girlfriend.

Around this time, one of my friends met a couple of girls at a club (an underage, non-alcoholic dance club that specifically catered to 15-17 year olds). These girls lived in a town an hour away. I was the only one who had a car, so I drove him, myself, and one or two other friends down to their town to hang out with them.

It was a very adventurous thing to do at the time because the farthest distance I had ever driven was 10 or 15 minutes away in familiar territory. Driving all the way to this faraway town felt like crossing into the great unknown. But I did it and felt very proud of myself for taking such a risk to better my life.

When we got to their house, they had several other female friends over. It was really cool. They seemed a lot more laid back, fun, non-judgmental, and interesting than the people in my home town. My friend hooked up with the girl he had met at the club.

For my part, I was outgoing, social, and funny. My friend was shy, silent, and rather boring – but by the end of the night, my friend had a hookup, and I didn’t. I didn’t understand why. It was a pattern that would repeat itself many, many times from that day forward.

We visited that group several more times, and the girl my friend had hooked up with became his girlfriend. I felt it was smart for me to keep going there because she had lots of female friends. I continued to be funny and outgoing, but for some reason the group started to make fun of me and even bully me a little.

Probably because I was the only single dude there, the only dude without a mate. Single dudes receive more disrespect and derision than any other demographic in this society. I came to learn that quickly.

During this entire year, I took a proactive approach to meeting girls. I didn’t really know what I was doing as I hadn’t discovered Game yet, but I was trying, and I used whatever strategies I knew of at the time. Whenever I saw a girl who I was interested in, I found some way to talk to her. It may have been weird, beta-ey, white-knightey, stalker-ey, and ineffective, but I was trying.

I took my fate into my own hands and went about doing what I could. I even asked a girl to the prom. It was very scary – prom was a big, big deal. I was so nervous when I asked her to go with me. I was so proud of myself when I finally approached her and asked her to be my prom date.

But she declined. She had a look on her face that was like “Um, why are you asking me?” It was like there were two categories of guys, in her mind: Yeses, and No’s. And I didn’t fit either category – I was “N/A.” Not only did she not want to be with me in a romantic context, but the very thought of me in that context was alien to her – it didn’t even make any sense.

When 11th grade was over and summer came around, I occupied myself by volunteering for local political campaigns, for the upcoming 2002 election. I was still a very passionate environmentalist and had even risen to become president of both the Recycling Club and the Young Democrats Club at my school.

This latter position was extremely prestigious, since I lived in a very left-wing liberal area, and almost every family was die-hard Democratic. I arranged for sitting elected officials to visit the school and organized events in which I wore suits and gave speeches from podiums and was in a pretty “Alpha” position.

There were girls in the club, and girls from outside the club came to the events to see the politicians. But this prestige didn’t do anything towards attracting them romantically. For some reason I was still invisible to them.

When 12th grade was about to start, I contemplated my situation. I thought about why I had been without a girlfriend for an entire year. I couldn’t understand why everyone else seemed to be forming connections with girls and I wasn’t. Everyone except for my group of friends – we were the girl-less outcasts.

There were many subcultures at my school: the JAP’s (the popular kids), the skaters, the goths, the black kids (I’m not a racist, but I couldn’t hang with the black kids because whenever I did, they would practice WWE wrestling moves on me), the goody-goody teachers pets, the nerds, and the Russian immigrants who looked like hitmen at the age of 16.

I didn’t belong in any of those groups – I was “miscellaneous.” Everyone who didn’t have a group was part of my group. I didn’t have much in common with any of my friends other than the fact that none of us had anything in common with anyone else.

And my friends were just as clueless with girls as I was. I didn’t have any positive role models in this area. But there was one key difference between me and them: I tried to get girls, whereas they didn’t really care. They were all of the mindset of, “Girls don’t like us – oh well, let’s play computer games.” But I couldn’t settle for that. I was a fighter.

I came to the conclusion that the past year was just the universe’s way of testing me to see what I was made of. It had been an excruciating experience because it was meant to give me a taste of suffering so that when I finally did find a girlfriend, it would be that much more special and awesome.

I concluded that whereas 11th grade had been crap, 12th grade would be golden. I would find a girlfriend and enjoy my last year in high school with a girl at my side.

But 12th grade went by the exact same way as 11th, except this time I was getting bitter. I couldn’t understand why I had been categorically rejected by the entire female half of the population. I felt trapped with no way out. I kept trying, but the anger of failure was starting to eclipse my hope for success.

When senior prom came around, I didn’t even try for a date because I was jaded, and I knew I wouldn’t get one. I developed an attitude of, “I’m above all this stupid dating shit.” I even contemplated crashing the prom.

I thought about busting into the dance with a bunch of water balloons and throwing them at the people. I was really starting to hate the world. At my graduation, I just sat there, miserable, ruminating on how much I hated all of the spoiled, sexually active sluts and jocks.

And it was in this context that I stumbled across Double Your Dating by David DeAngelo. As soon as I read his long marketing pitch I knew it was for me, and I downloaded his ebooks. Reading DYD opened my eyes up to the whole charade, and I finally understood why girls weren’t liking me.

I was a “wussy.” I was putting girls on pedestals, treating them like queens when they hadn’t earned it and acting hesitant and non-confident. I was thrilled to find out that my looks weren’t as important as I thought they were, and that even a 5’2” socially awkward dork could transform himself into a stud whom women flocked to simply by changing his attitude and developing confidence.

Since there were no opportunities to meet girls during the summer, I bided my time until college began.

The college selection process had been a difficult one. I had no idea where I wanted to go and no idea how to even go about choosing. What criteria was I supposed to use when selecting a school?

I had good grades, scored very highly on the SAT’s, was active in extracurricular activities and  a talented writer, and I could have gotten into 9

It felt like shopping for clothes – it was the same type of mindset. Whenever I walked into the mall to buy clothes, I felt clueless about how to pick a style. There were just so many options, and no one had ever taught me anything about how to find my own personal unique clothing style. So I just bought plain, simple t-shirts, shirts that had funny sayings on the front. Either that, or I let my Mom pick my clothes out for me.

And so I ended up using the same strategy for college – I let my Mom pick. We visited about 4 or 5 schools, and eventually settled on George Washington University in DC. It would be a good choice, I thought, because I wanted to major in Political Science so I could run for congress and save the world.

In the summer before college, I read and studied David DeAngelo’s materials. I went to the mall to practice talking to girls and delivering cocky funny lines. Keep in mind, this was in the era before the pickup arts hit the mainstream – before Strauss’s The Game, before VH1‘s Pickup Artist.

It was so new and unheard of that the line, “Excuse me, I need a female opinion – who lies more, men or women?” actually worked. Stock openers actually got girls interested because they had truly never heard such things before!

When I got to college, I was prepared. I had an arsenal of cocky-funny lines, positive self-affirmations, attitudes and techniques, and success stories from other guys to keep me motivated and optimistic. I felt like I had been given the keys to a secret society, and life would be the polar opposite of what it had been up to that point.

As soon as I arrived on campus, I hit the ground running. I used everything I had learned from David D. I “used my amazing brain to figure out ways to succeed, rather than reasons to fail.” I walked around campus thinking, “I’m the Alpha male. I’ve got the secret knowledge that none of them know. I’m a rock star. I can get any woman. They all want me.” I repeated these affirmations constantly, and I adopted the body language to back it up.

And I was a star. Girls were into me. They were talking to me. Every time I hit them with a cocky-funny line, they would look at me like, “Omg, who are you?”, and they would suddenly start touching me and asking me questions about myself. One girl asked me out and offered to pay for my lunch! In every class, I talked to the girls I was attracted to, hit them with cocky-funny, and got amazingly positive responses.

In my dorm, I was a minor celebrity. My confidence and attitude blew people away, and I was popular for the first time in my life.

But I was afraid to escalate because I didn’t want to come across as “pursuing.” David D taught me that guys aren’t supposed to pursue girls – we’re supposed to just act really cool and let the women pursue US. This led to a sort of conundrum because eventually I had to show some interest, right?

I couldn’t just be cocky and aloof forever – eventually I had to drop some hint that I wanted the girl. But I didn’t know how to transition from one attitude to the other. On the rare occasion that I did, it would totally screw things up. If I showed any interest in a girl, things went quickly downhill. As long as I was aloof, girls respected me and pursued my attention, but when I displayed any interest in them at all, they lost their interest in me.

Hmmm.

Eventually, this process played out with every single prospect, and eventually the novelty of “Mr. Cool” faded, and they saw me as just another guy. I kept meeting new girls of course. Every day I met a new girl, struck up conversations, and built up the attraction.

But I just didn’t know what to do with the attraction. I didn’t know how to translate that attraction into a relationship of any kind – be it sexual, romantic, or even platonic. Not only could I not have sex or romance, I couldn’t even make friends with girls. By the end of freshman year, I had not hooked up with one single girl nor did I have any female friends. I didn’t have any male friends either.

Oh sure, I had acquaintances. I did extracurricular activities and clubs, mostly having to do with politics. Washington DC is a large, diverse city, and there was always something to do. I went to events, rallies, art exhibits. The students I interacted with thought I was a cool dude and would approach and say hi to me on campus.

People gladly sat next to me in the dining hall and ate with me. But they were only into my persona – my David D persona – they weren’t into me. They didn’t even know me. Nobody did.

All I had was my DYD persona, which, like any shiny object, is highly captivating at first but after a while gets old. After a whole year in college, I had not explored friendship, intimacy or sex. At all. I was a loner – even though nobody knew it!

And I was extremely jealous of everyone who was doing those things. I would walk around campus, watching all the couples, wondering how they did it. How could they be so successful when they don’t even know any Game? WTF?

When school was over, I went on an all-expense paid trip to Israel, courtesy of the Jews. For 10 days I rode around on a bus with 50 other college freshmen and sophomores from various schools around the US. We stayed in 5-star hotels, ate banquet meals, had all of our activities planned out for us, and all we had to do was enjoy ourselves.

I was told by previous participants that these types of trips are prime opportunities to hook up with girls. I used everything at my disposal. I built up my skills, took chances and tried my very best to connect with girls.

It all came to a climax one night while we were staying in a Bedouin tent in the middle of the desert. On this particular night, I felt so confident that I just walked up to a girl who was eating, sat down across the table from her and just looked at her without saying a word.

She immediately started smiling and giggling and asking me about myself. We made deep, sensual eye contact. I was feeling like this was it – the girlfriend I’ve been waiting for all this time! I invited her for a walk around the camp, and she happily agreed. I was sure this was it.

And in the middle of the walk, a guy came up to us and introduced himself. He was her boyfriend. They embraced. I didn’t give up though! I hung around, hoping to find out that they were just kidding and she was really single.

But after a while, I figured out that they were a happy couple, and I wasn’t getting any. At the end of the trip, most people who wanted to hook up had done so, even the shy quiet nerdy kid. You know the type – every trip has one. The kid who everyone thinks is sexually hopeless – even he hooked up!

After 10 days, I was back in Baltimore for the summer. I met up with my high school friends, and we went to parties around town. Most of the parties we went to were high school parties – and I thought I had a better chance now that I was a prestigious college student. And I was right – I did get a lot of attention and respect.

But it was just like before – I didn’t know how to translate that into actual affection and intimacy. I kept a journal of my interactions wherein I listed the time and place, the name of the girl, the things I did well, and the things I could have improved on.

I regularly referenced my journal and shared it with a friend who also read DYD (I was the one who introduced him to it). Every party that my friends told me about I went to, and I talked to as many girls as I could. But despite all of this work, summer went by with no success.

Then came sophomore year. I started expanding my Game knowledge into other schools of thought. I started reading Ross Jeffries, RSD, Mystery Method, Juggler, and many others.

I continued listening to David D’s products, and had built up quite a collection of “Interviews with Dating Gurus” CD’s. I was very serious about it all. I continued keeping my journal. I still didn’t have any friends, and I was starting to doubt whether I would ever meet any girls through school.

So I took the next step. I “manned up”, and did something I had been mortifyingly afraid of – I started going to clubs. Clubs were extremely scary to me. I saw them as lawless places where a person could beat you up or kill you, and there’d be no consequences. Like the jungle.

I didn’t have any friends to go with me, so I went all by myself. I bought club clothes, found a hot club with a college night where I could get in, and one Thursday night, I showed up. I was almost pissing myself from the fear. I stood in line and was tempted many times to abort and go back to my dorm. But I stayed and finally got inside.

Upon entering, I saw the most extremely hot, sexy, dolled-up girls I had ever seen in my life. Every girl was wearing a push-up bra. They danced to raunchy rap music. There were go-go girls dancing on the bar. I felt like a little mouse.

But I approached. It was probably the scariest thing I had done in my whole life up to that point. I had no friends or wingmen encouraging me – I was alone. And I did it. After the first approach, I approached again. And again.

After that night, I felt really proud of myself, and I continued going to the same club each week.

Towards the end of the semester, I found the blog of a “community” guy in DC and emailed him. Very soon we were meeting up together and going to clubs together. I had a wingman! This guy was really knowledgeable about Game, and he taught me quite a lot. He brought me to the hottest club in DC, a place called Dream. For those of you who know DC, Dream was eventually renamed Love. That place.

I turned into an approach machine, and I had a lot of very interesting, confidence-boosting interactions there. After a few months, I had pretty much vanquished my approach anxiety.

As I started to meet more and more PUA’s, and they began to recognize me as “the kid who can approach any girl, in any set, at any time, and in any place.” I would dare people to point out difficult, intimidating sets of girls, and I would approach them just for the sake of conquering whatever little bits of fear still remained.

I also did approaches during the daytime. I approached on the campus quad, in the dining hall, in the library, on the campus shuttle, and on the street. I went to frat parties and approached all night. I did it without drinking alcohol. I don’t like alcohol and never have. 99.

I did, however, like a little weed now and then. And I got the idea that if I sold weed, I’d have stoners coming over to my dorm to buy it, and some of those stoners would be female. And I did indeed make plenty of customers, some of whom were female. But none of them stuck around – they just showed up to buy, and that was it. I tried to game them, but it didn’t go anywhere.

I think they might have sensed that I wasn’t a true stoner – I smoked from time to time, but didn’t develop a habit. It was maybe once a week at most. I also tried coke a few times thinking that it would give me some super-heroic confidence with women. But after a few uses, I didn’t really see what was so great about it – it made me more aggressive, but I already had that part down. I didn’t need any more of it. I needed to learn how to connect.

In the spring of sophomore year in 2005, RSD came to DC, and I took their workshop. I met Tyler, Twentysix (Extramask), Jeffy (jlaix), Papa, and all the crew. They were impressed by my dedication and by my unwavering willingness to put myself out there and try things.

They seemed quite taken aback by my revelation that I was still a virgin who hadn’t even kissed anyone yet. I made copious mental notes about the RSD guys’ body language and attitudes.

One funny thing that happened during the workshop: I got to see jlaix develop a crush on a girl he met at the club who happened to be in one of my classes. I saw him get almost to the point of crying over how beautiful she was and how much he felt the pangs of “oneitis” for her. I was pretty amused.

The year ended with no results. That summer, I went to a giant music festival called Bonnaroo. I expected it to be the easiest place to hook up.

I wanted to be sure that I had what it took, so I bought a handful of doses of every kind of drug out there – mushrooms, MDMA, opium, acid, etc, (none of which I had ever tried) and put it all into a little bottle and carried it around with me just in case I met a girl who wanted to do XYZ, so that I’d have it to offer her and could chill with her.

But that plan hit a little snag when I got randomly searched by an undercover cop. He found it all, except for my vitamin pills which looked like MDMA and which I had several dozen of. I’m glad he didn’t find my vitamins, or I might have gotten into trouble!

Upon returning home, I stumbled across a post on some seduction forum by a guy named Stephane Hemon of the website IdeaGasms. Stephane talked about the intersection of pickup and spirituality and had devised a system for fixing one’s inner game based on new-age spiritual principles.

He was a protégé of Steve Piccus and DavidX and advocated a very unique type of game that blended yoga, meditation, the occult, NLP, and good-old-fashioned approach-spam all rolled into one.

He had a girlfriend who was bisexual, and together they went around Montreal picking up girls to threesome and foursome with. The newsletters he wrote about the spiritual principles behind pickup game were very profound, and I started to consider him my main “guru” in the field.

That autumn, my junior year of college, I signed up for his forum and began posting my own thoughts and philosophies. The other forum members were impressed by what I wrote, and I became the most popular poster, second only to Stephane himself, so he made me the moderator of the forum.

I continued to go around my college campus, approaching and gaming girls and writing about my experiences on the forum to rave reviews. Even though I didn’t get any lays or hookups, the people there admired my courage, creativity, and persistence. I had hundreds of people rooting for me, encouraging me, and praising me for my devoted effort.

The following spring, 2006, Stephane invited me up to Montreal to visit him. This experience was one of the most eye-opening things that’s ever happened to me.

I took the train to Montreal, and when I got there, it was like stepping into a whole new world. Montreal was different from any place I had ever been before. There were the most incredibly, reality-bendingly attractive girls walking around on every square foot of every street in the entire city.

Have you ever had the experience where you saw a girl who was so hot that her hotness forced you to reevaluate your entire view of reality? Where you stared at her, thinking, “She can’t be real?” Well, I had incidents like that several times a day. I was completely shocked and stunned by the intensity and sheer neverending quantities of hotness walking around.

Having lived my whole life in the Baltimore/Washington area, I had no preparation for this. I used to think people – humans in general – were gross and disgusting with only a few exceptions here and there. My debut in Montreal showed me that the world outside of my home region is very different. I would never look at Baltimore or DC the same way again.

In fact, I was so impressed and delighted by not just the girls but also the general atmosphere and ambiance of the city that I decided to spend the whole summer up there. After my one week visit was over, I took the train back home, packed my belongings, loaded up my car, and drove 11 hours back up to Canada, where I would spend the following two months.

For two whole months, I hung out with Stephane, his girlfriend(s), and his students/followers. I lived in his old apartment (since he had moved into a new one, and still had 2 months left on the lease for the old one) for free, the same apartment where his infamous Intro to Female Ejaculation DVD was filmed.

I went out to bars and clubs, walked around the Plateau-Mont-Royal, chilled in Parc Lafontaine every day, and continued my herculean approach regimen. But after all was said and done, I got nowhere with girls. I didn’t even get one date. I got feedback from Steph and the forum guys, but no one could figure out what was going wrong.

I had to return to DC to finish up my last semester that fall. I had amassed enough credits to graduate a semester early, and the prospect of languishing in Baltimore until further notice filled me with dread, so I planned to move back up to Montreal as soon as my exams were over in December. And that’s what I did.

I’m not sure how I convinced the Canadian border patrol to let me through with a car full of furniture – I guess it was my absolute dedication to succeeding at this. I got an apartment in the Pointe-Saint-Charles neighborhood not far from downtown and continued my quest. I saw Stephane and the IdeaGasms guys less but occasionally hung out with them.

I ran into some problems though, mainly the extreme cold weather and the fact that I was an illegal immigrant who didn’t speak French. I couldn’t find any work. And the Quebecois girls were just not giving me the time of day. As soon as I approached them, they would pretend not to speak English – even though I could tell they were bullshitting. I got very lonely, cold, and depressed.

One night I went out for a midnight walk in the park (something I do very frequently), but it was so cold I began to get hypothermia and almost fell asleep. I almost died. I wasn’t ready for a Canadian winter.

And on top of all that, I had a falling out with Stephane. I publicly questioned the efficacy of his techniques on the forum, and he responded by immediately banning me – the moderator – and refusing to talk to me.

I responded by calling him a cult leader, starting an ex-Ideagasmers forum and writing articles about his deceptions and cult-like personality. At this point there was nothing anchoring me to Montreal, so after a month, I came back to Baltimore. This was January 2007.

The entire year of 2007 was uneventful and depressing. I got a roomshare in Baltimore and continued hitting the bars and clubs, but anyone who knows Baltimore knows what that’s like. Having just returned from Montreal, it was like going from a Porsche to a jalopy.

I cried a lot that year. I got kicked out of the room I was renting for reasons that were never explained to me and got another room. I was kicked out of there too, again for reasons not explained, and then decided to move back to DC. I couldn’t afford anything in the city, so I lived in Prince George’s County…and it sucked.

I went into the District two or three times a week to meet girls and expanded my hunting grounds to Adams Morgan and U Street. But nothing happened. I had no girlfriend, no sex, and no friends. I was completely alone.

In January 2008, one year after leaving Montreal, I was invited to visit Tampa Florida by an ex-Ideagasmer on my ex-IG forum. I flew down there for a week and hung out with this guy and his two female housemates who, needless to say, were quite attractive.

Just being in the presence of attractive girls on a regular basis was such a relief; it was like I was reawakening out of a dream (or more like a nightmare). That combined with mid-winter Florida warmth and sunshine gave me the hint that I should maybe move down there. It’s something I eventually acted on – although not quite yet.

That Spring 2008, I had a genius idea. I decided to become a certified yoga teacher! I had been taking yoga classes since college, and I liked it. It made me feel good.

And best of all, everyone knows that yoga classes are filled with attractive women bending over and contorting themselves into all kinds of shapes! It made perfect sense. If I become a yoga teacher, I’ll have automatic guaranteed access to attractive women, and I’d be in an Alpha-like position to boot! Scooooore!

So I took a 3-week intensive training course at an ashram in the mountains of Virginia. When I was done, I was a certified yoga teacher and began looking for positions teaching in Baltimore. I found a studio that was willing to hire me and began teaching.

But much to my chagrin, the client base was almost all middle-aged married soccer moms. I don’t think there were any single girls who came in. I taught throughout the summer and fall until the September 2008 financial crisis hit, and the studio lost clientele and went out of business.

A few months later, one of my friends invited me to come with him to Miami where he was investigating a medical school to possibly attend. I rode down there with him and spent a week in Fort Lauderdale, which is about an hour from Miami. We stayed in a very upscale area and spent most of the time chilling on the beach.

We also went to the famous Miami Beach where for the first time I saw female attractiveness on par with Montreal. I still prefer Montreal girls over Miami girls because the former have more feminine energy. The girls in Miami are extremely shapely and show a lot of skin, but their attractiveness is almost totally on the raw, physical level – they’re just hot.

But they don’t have that aura of femininity that the French girls have. A French girl can walk by me, and I feel her like a cool breeze, quenching the fires of my sexual frustration just by her mere proximity. Whereas a Miami girl is just hot and makes me desire her but not much else.

Nevertheless, the Florida sunshine coupled with the copious hotties on the beach reawakened my will to keep on fighting. I started to seriously contemplate moving down there.

2009 rolled around, and I wanted to move to Florida, but I didn’t have any job prospects. My friend the medical student decided to attend school there, but he wouldn’t be moving in until the following year. So for most of 2009 I just kind of got really depressed and started smoking weed more regularly since there wasn’t much else to do.

I visited Montreal again in June and spent about 2 weeks there staying with some friends who I knew from the Ideagasms days. It was a pleasant relief to be in the amazing ambiance of Montreal once again, and I resumed my attempts to connect with girls there. I went around to all the parks just like I had done 3 years before. I went to the bars and clubs.

But something was different this time. I no longer believed in my ability to succeed. I went through the motions, but I wasn’t really confident that anything would happen. I did it just to say to myself, “I’m doing it”, so that I would feel like I was working towards a goal, but I didn’t really think it would succeed.

I started going to bars just to sit and watch the girls rather than approach and talk to them. I still approached when I saw one that was particularly attractive and/or my type or when I was feeling a spontaneous breath of confidence. But I had very little faith that it would go anywhere. I wasn’t “afraid” to approach. I had long since conquered the fear. I just didn’t see the point in it.

In September of that year, I attended a hippie lovey gathering in Asheville, NC and was very impressed by that little town and its culture. I started to appreciate the small town vibe blended with the progressive thinking. I was dreading the prospect of another winter in Baltimore, so I said fuck it and moved down to Asheville.

I rented a room with some people I knew from the festival and started trying to fit in there. But it didn’t work. I don’t even know why. I love nature, mountains, forests, and hiking, and that’s what everyone’s into over there. But for some reason I still couldn’t make any friends. And the girls, despite being homely hippies, still didn’t want to get with me.

My strategy there was to meet people through activities rather than from spam approaching. I still did a lot of cold approaches in bookstores, crystal shops, drum circles. But none of it worked. I was empty handed and came back to Baltimore after a month or so.

In the fall of 2009, I had an…iiiiiiinteresting experience. I attended the Free Spirit Sacred Sexuality Gathering, a large, famous gathering of pagans and alternative-lifestyle types that takes place every fall on the banks of the Susquehanna River in Maryland. I saw “Sexuality” in the title, and figured it would be a good place to figure out just what the fuck was wrong with me, why I was still a virgin at the age of 24.

But when I got there, I was greeted by a dominatrix in leather directing me to my parking spot, jokingly threatening to whip my bottom if I didn’t find the space. Umm, yea.

Much to my chagrin, the vast majority of the attendees were BDSM people. I saw folks walking around the campground in bondage gear. I saw a lot of extremely obese people, some attaching clips to their nipples and having their partners pull on the string. I saw people whipping their subs right out in the open. Eww.

I felt disgusted almost immediately. But I stayed. I stayed for the entire 3 days. Why? Because there was a chance, just a tiny chance, that I might find someone who could help me with my sexual drought.

Not everyone was a bondage person – there were some normal sexually adventurous people there. I went around to the various workshops, meeting people, sharing stories, learning new things, and hoping for the best.

And in the midst of this giant sexual gathering, nobody played with me. After three days of enduring the sight of naked leather-clad obese sex slaves and listening to their screams all night, I came out of the experience with nothing to show for it.

Then in February 2010 I traveled to Costa Rica to take a TEFL course to become an English teacher. I spent a month and a half in San Jose, the capital of Costa Rica. I wanted to learn to teach English so I could move to another country.

The thing that impressed me the most about Costa Rica was the number of lingerie shops in the mall. In one mall, the main mall in San Jose, I counted 9 shops devoted solely to lingerie. I wanted to move there just for that. Also there were nice beaches and stuff. And volcanoes. Yay.

I visited all the sites by myself, and I was miserable. I climbed a volcano where I could see both the Atlantic and Pacific Oceans from one spot. It was the coolest place I’d ever been. But I was miserable because I had no one to share it with. Just like when I was in high school, I couldn’t enjoy anything fun because the fun only made my lack of companionship all the more stinging.

I asked other tourists to take pictures of me beside the crater, as I was planning on using the pictures to look cool on Facebook or on a dating profile. But when I looked at the pictures later, I couldn’t use them, because I had a look of pure misery and bitterness on my face. I ended up deleting the pictures because there was no use for them. They didn’t say, “I’m adventurous and worldly” – they said “This sucks, why am I here?”

When I returned to Baltimore, I began training as an AFLAC insurance agent. I passed the Maryland insurance test and began selling. But I didn’t make a single sale because I didn’t believe in the product I was selling. I don’t believe in insurance. What the hell was I doing?

Summer went by, lonely and depressing. For the first time, I started having thoughts of suicide. I started seeing a therapist. I visited Montreal again, this time bringing a friend. I had been telling him for years how cool the place is, and he finally got up the adventurousness to come check it out for himself. We went to the bars on the Plateau, and he met a petite little Frenchie and hooked up with her. Yay for him. Why could he do it, but not me?

By this time, October 2010, my Florida friend had moved into his place in Fort Lauderdale, and I decided to make the move. I packed up my things and drove down there and moved into a spare room in his apartment.

At first it was pretty nice. It was such a relief to be out of the shithole cuckoo’s nest of Baltimore. I felt a sense of hope again, like I had a fresh start. I wasn’t depressed there. I started regularly approaching girls again. I had always been an approacher even in the most depressing periods.

But now I was once again doing it with regularity and motivation behind it. I got a job working at a Quiznos but found it incredibly boring and draining. Just then, my friend informed me of a tutoring company that he had done some work for and forwarded them my resume. Pretty soon I got the job and was traveling around Broward County Florida tutoring elementary and middle school kids in math, reading, and science.

After a month and a half, my friend got tired of me living with him and asked me to find my own place. I stayed at a hostel for a few nights, where I met a group of Brazilian exchange students (college-aged).

I regaled them with my version of the Brazilian national anthem which I had randomly learned a few years back (don’t ask me why), and they thought I was awesome and amazing – the most funny and entertaining American they had ever met. Being with the Brazilians was like a constant, never-ending, childlike laugh fest. With hot girls.

They found themselves an apartment where they packed themselves in, 7 Brazilians in a two-bedroom, which comes out to 3.5 Brazilians per room. It was 4 girls and 3 guys, and the girls of course got the beds, while the guys slept on air mattresses. Obviously.

And the apartment building was filled with Brazilians, all from the same exchange program. There were so many Brazilians in this apartment building, that whenever I visited them, I referred to it as “The Brazartment.”

I looked for apartments on my own and found one that was kind of far away from all the action. It was quiet, but I had to drive over 30 minutes to get to the beach. I got kind of lonely there. And since I was feeling particularly adventurous, and didn’t feel like spending a shit ton of money on an apartment, I got another genius idea. I asked the Brazilians if I could move in with them.

There was a slight problem though. “Where will you zlip?” they asked me. (translation: “Where will you sleep?”) There was no space in the apartment. So I used my creative skills and came up with the idea to live on their balcony in a tent. That’s right, I lived on the balcony. Well, it was more than just a balcony – it was more like a rooftop which their living room opened out to. It was fairly large.

And it overlooked the Atlantic Ocean, which was only 2 blocks away. So every night, I went to bed with the sound of waves, and every morning I unzipped my tent door to see the sight of the sun rising off the sea. It was a pretty good deal. I felt like it matched my sense of adventure and spontaneity.

But the female population of south Florida was another story. They were not impressed. When I told them about my living situation, they looked at me like I was some kind of bum. I lived there for 5 months, and during those months I was friendly, social, employed, and was running Game like the good ol’ days.

I talked to girls on the beach. I talked to girls in the bars and lounges. I talked to girls in the parks. I talked to girls in the Brazartment. I talked to girls everywhere. But no one was interested. I was invisible.

It was around this time that I discovered a blogger by the name of Roosh Vorek. The things he said made total sense to me. It explained why I was suffering so much – I was just in the wrong place! There was nothing wrong with me – I was doing what I needed to do. The problem was the culture around me. I started to seriously consider permanent expatriation.

But I wasn’t ready to give up on the USA quite yet. I reasoned that Roosh was right about the East Coast, but there had to be better people in other parts of the country – particularly out west. In the spring of 2011, I left Florida for a road trip that would last 4 months and cover over a dozen states.

I visited Montreal one more time (this time visiting Quebec City and points north – some of the most beautiful country I’ve ever seen in my life), and then headed out west. I drove straight out until I reached Kansas City, spent some time there, and then made my way out to Colorado, Utah, Arizona, California, Oregon, and Washington.

I had no plans – I just went wherever my intuition led me. I arrived at the Pacific in San Diego, and then slowly made my way up the coast, stopping for a few days at every major city and town. LA, Santa Barbara, Big Sur, Santa Cruz, San Francisco and Berkeley, Palo Alto, San Jose, Mendocino and Sonoma, Arcata and Eureka and then over to Mount Shasta.

Then I made my way into Oregon, staying in Ashland and Portland and then on to Seattle. I was going to visit Vancouver BC, but my passport got stolen in Portland. For 4 months I lived in my car and traveled with the wind. I was looking for a fucking place to live that wasn’t a shithole. I was looking for a new culture, a promised land. I was looking for a girlfriend.

I believed that there was some amazing, open-minded, slightly-hippieish-but-still-hot girl, living somewhere out in the West who was my soulmate, and I could find her if I just followed my instinct. I spontaneously befriended random people. I camped on the sides of mountains. I slept inside my car while parallel parked in towns and cities. I used couchsurfing. I did wwoofing. I searched on the internet for events and parties, gatherings and get-togethers.

I took baths in lakes and streams. I explored the redwoods, the deserts, the mountains. I went back down the coast again to Hollywood and the hills surrounding it. I drove the Boulevard and Mulholland Drive.

I went to Santa Barbara and walked the streets of Isla Vista, the same place that would later become famous because of another lonely, frustrated guy in a similar boat as me. While in Isla Vista, I remember sitting in my car watching all the hot sorority chicks and their boyfriends walking past me, brooding over how much I hated them for having lives of sex and pleasure…not knowing that there was another dude thinking the same things, probably no more than a few blocks away and videotaping himself thinking it.

I started heading back east again, first to Arizona. I played around in the canyons and red rocks. Then New Mexico, where I thought Santa Fe and Taos were really cool towns. I met a lot of cool people, but just didn’t have anything to anchor me anywhere. I continued on to Austin, Texas.

Then Louisiana. By this time it was getting late in the autumn, and it was too cold to be anywhere up north. I continued on to Florida, then made my way back up the coast back to Baltimore. I was out of money and needed to stay with my parents again.

A couple months later, in February 2012, I went to Israel again to live on a kibbutz-like farm dedicated to sustainability and permaculture. It turned out to be more of a Zionist indoctrination camp than a permaculture education program. I wasn’t comfortable staying there, so I left and wandered around the country thinking that my “roots” would come into play and that I’d be able to connect with people there.

It didn’t exactly work. It just made me want to get the fuck away from Jews. One of the places I visited was the Galilee, and I stood in the spot where Jesus supposedly fed all the people with the two fish. I started to wonder if maybe my plight was so deep and hopeless that only Jesus could save me. I thought about becoming a Christian.

After two months of wandering around the “Holy” Land, my parents were getting enraged at having to keep sending me money, so I came back to Baltimore.

I saved up a bit, and then went to Hawaii. I worked on a farm there, doing wwoofing, but it turned out to be the most militantly feminist, male-hating place I’ve ever been. I felt like an indentured servant. I didn’t like the north shore of Maui at all. It was like being a black dude in the south.

The racism (from native Hawaiians) and especially the misandry from the white people were so incredible I couldn’t stay. I assumed all of Hawaii was like that, and I didn’t have money to go around exploring all the islands anyway, so I came back home…again.

In the fall of 2012 I started using a dating site called FilipinoCupid.com. This was a major turning point for me, because it was the first time I had ever experienced positive attention from women. The girls on there were so sweet, and talked to me like I was a human being. I decided to go to the Philippines. I did so in March 2013.

It was like having the entire fabric of reality turned inside out – everywhere I went, girls were approaching me! They were asking me out! They were coming over to my table in the food court and asking me why I was alone! And these weren’t prostitutes. I can recognize a ho, and these weren’t. They just live in a culture where men’s needs are actually important, and a man all alone by himself doesn’t make sense.

In feminist America, a man alone by himself is a good thing – it means he’s not having sex with women, and that’s good because he’s atoning for thousands of years of brutally oppressing women and therefore his frustration is a good thing. And also heterosexual sex is rape.

But in the Philippines, men are treated like people, and celibacy is recognized as the painful, suffering condition that it is. I actually had sex. Twice! No, scratch that… three times! Two of them were working girls, and one was a girl who I had met on the website.

But it didn’t feel right. I wasn’t sure how to tell if it was real or if they were only trying to scam me or gold-dig. One girl who lived in another part of the country and who I had been talking to online for over a month, asked me to send her a cellphone in the mail so that we could talk.

A red flag went up, but I figured hey, it’s only like $25. If I get scammed for $25, I can live with that. So I sent her a phone, and sure enough, the very next thing I got was “Omg, I just got bitten by a rabid dog, I need $1,000 for medicine.”

And I didn’t even have the money to be gold-dug. I was almost broke. I was hoping to land a job teaching English or something like that, but Filipinos already speak English. There isn’t the market for it over there. So I ended up exploring another island and some mountains, and then went back home to Baltimore…again.

I considered going to another Asian country to teach English. But I had no idea which one to pick. I’ve always been attracted to Japanese culture…but then again, China’s really cool too. Or how about someplace tropical like Thailand or Vietnam? I couldn’t decide.

So I said, “Alright, I’ll go home and think about it for a while. I’ll meditate on it. Eventually I’ll get some profound insight on what country will be best for me, and then I’ll apply for jobs there.”

It was spring of 2013, and the weather was wonderful, so I decided to go and work on a farm an hour outside of Baltimore. A hippy farm. It was great to be in nature in a serene and bucolic setting. I really enjoyed that part.

But the hippies pissed me off so much. They were so misandrist. I remember a big butch lesbian loudly proclaiming that the next time she has to wash somebody else’s dirty dishes, she’s going to start “pulling off testicles.” She said it in front of everyone, and no one thought there was anything wrong with that.

I thought about saying “The next time I have to deal with misandry, I’m gonna start shoving broomsticks up vaginas.” But I assumed that would get me kicked out right then and there, so I refrained from saying it.

Nevertheless after 3 weeks, they decided to kick me out anyway. I’m not sure what I did. My theory is that I simply displayed masculinity, and masculinity wasn’t tolerated (in men) in that place. I believe that’s why they kicked me out.

Since I had sold my car before going to the Philippines and was without transportation, I decided to get a scooter. I bought a 50cc TaoTao, and called it a motorcycle. I started riding around town on my “motorcycle” and felt like a total badass!

Living in Baltimore, however, there was nothing to do. No social events to go to, except for yoga and yoga-related activities like kirtans and things of that nature, all of which were solidly feminist circles. There was nowhere that I could go to interact with normal, non-feminist people. The choice became one of two things: hang out with feminists or be alone.

So I chose to be alone, and I went forth into the wilderness. I set up my tent in the forest near my parents house, and lived in my tent from June 2013 onward. I used their house to shower and cook, but otherwise spent all my time in the forest next to a great big tree with 5 symmetrical trunks that looks like a temple.

I started to commune with the tree, with the spirit of the forest, asking the great mother Gaia earth goddess to help me, to guide me. I meditated. I prayed. I cried out to the universe to tell me what the fuck I was doing wrong. I asked for friendship. For a social circle. For guidance on what country to teach English in. Anything.

I became more and more miserable being alone. I needed companionship. I needed someone to talk to. I needed friends.

I became more and more miserable being alone. I needed companionship. I needed someone to talk to. I needed friends. But everyone in the whole fucking city was a feminist (or a black-and-white-stripe wearing hipster who I find repulsive). I was starting to go crazy from isolation. Who could I hang out with? Who would hang out with me? And that’s when I got my next genius idea: I called the Mormons!

I called them up and got two missionaries to come visit me in the forest. They were really nice and friendly, and the best part about them is that they weren’t feminists! I decided to go to church that Sunday and meet the whole Mormon crowd. For the next few months, I hung out with Mormons, and they were my primary (only?) social outlet.

As far as their beliefs…well…let’s just say I’m not so sure about the golden plates. Dum dum dum dum dum! But boy was it a relief to hang out with people who didn’t see me as a second class citizen because I have a penis.

Eventually I started to wonder if I should actually become a Mormon. We started talking about baptism. I saw myself joining the church, serving a mission, spreading Christia- I mean non-feminism.

And I got scared that I was getting carried away, and possibly making a rash decision based on loneliness and desperation, something I might later regret. I thought maybe Baltimore was playing tricks on my mind. I decided I had to get out immediately. I decided to put the Mormon thing on hold and think about it in a more neutral context, a more healthy context where I’m not lonely and desperate.

But I didn’t have the money to go anywhere for any length of time. I wanted to say goodbye to Baltimore forever and not have to come back at least until I had the stability to make it only a visit and not have to live with my parents. But there were no countries where I could survive on a budget of $600 (all my savings). No countries except one…

India!

I knew lots of people who went to India and lived in ashrams (yoga monasteries) for only a few dollars a day – sometimes even for free. I figured I could stay there and get some relief and not have to worry about shit and take some time to evaluate my situation and figure something out.

And hey, ashrams would be filled with people who are open-minded, spiritual, highly adventurous…and some of those people will be female! A perfect chance to meet someone.

So in October of 2013 I hopped on a plane to India. At first I liked it. It was very fun and stimulating. The food was amazing. But the heat started to get to me. I took the train up north to Rishikesh, the “world capital of yoga”, which is in the mountains and cooler. I stayed in ashrams.

I went back down south, I traveled to a few different areas, but fuck, I just want to fucking get laid and I can’t take this shit anymore what the fuck is going on why the fuck am I in India what am I doing and where are the fucking girls at and why can’t I fucking get a girlfriend or even a female friend or a friend of any fucking kind, what the fuck is going on??????????????????????????

After 3 months, I ran out of money and began to starve. I found some nice Indians to take me in and let me stay in their house until I could come up with some money. I got a loan from my parents and came back to Baltimore…again…in February. Now it’s June, and I’m really reaching the end of my rocker here. I’m still hanging out with the Mormons (my only social outlet), who are probably the only reason I haven’t killed myself by now.

Last week I read the manifesto of Elliot Rodger. I really feel like his life was the same as my life. After all is said and done, we both got pretty much the same results. I put in 100,000 times more work than he did.

I took the red pill. I approached like a machine. I did over 1,000 approaches in the span of a year in college in the prime of my youth when I had all my hair, a decent wardrobe, and a universally recognized “bright future” ahead of me. Now I’m bald (probably from all the stress and lack of physical touch from women) and have no societal “place”.

I’ve done a grand total of 3,000 approaches (maybe more) throughout my career, and the only thing I’ve gotten from it is 3,000 pieces of evidence that no matter how hard I work and how many risks I take, I’m still not going to succeed. I almost wish I had never approached and never learned game because at least that way I’d still have hope that I could succeed if only I were to try.

3,000 approaches and not a single girlfriend. Not a single lay. Barely even a kiss. It’s like I’m just invisible. What the fuck is going on? Please, somebody, help me.

I’m ready to start teaching English in China or someplace in Asia, but I’m afraid that it’s only going to be my socioeconomic status and not my personality that they’re attracted to.

I’m concerned that I’ll be able to get dates but no physical affection – or if I do it’ll be short-lived, and girls will be dumping me left and right for the hotter, more sexually experienced English teacher in the classroom next to mine. I’m worried that I’m just “running from my problems”, and that they’ll just follow me wherever I go, be it China, Thailand, Ukraine, Brazil, or wherever.

Somebody please, tell me what I’ve done wrong. I put in the work.

Roosh likes to call people trolls for complaining about their situation and not doing anything to fix it. But I have done stuff to fix it. I’ve tried everything. I’ve gone to the ends of the earth. I’ve experimented and braved fearsome situations and put my reputation and even my physical safety on the line all in the name of conquering fears so that I’d be better able to attract women.

I did the work. And I want to know why it hasn’t worked.

Please help.

Sincerely, Daniel

Why Hating Womanizers Is Preposterous

First of all I want to say that there are two types of players, womanizers, playboys, or polygamous men out there.

You ask most people and they will just say something retarded like all guys like that hate women. And that’s not completely false. Or it’s obvious that they don’t care about women very much because they are so cold and callous. And once again, that would be partly true. But the reason why I think people are morons is that they are half-right most of the time.

But half-right doesn’t cut it. When you are half-right, you have not adequately explained the situation. Further, you are claiming a full truth that is actually more of a half truth. That is a philosophical error. Truths should be the best explanation of the facts, as we see them now, in most cases, most parsimoniously. Few truths will be 10

If I wanted to know about womanizers, I suppose I would ask my mother, the smartest woman in the whole world. Also her generation is so much wiser than these later generations of women that it’s not even funny. I think feminism with its endless lies has really done a number on modern women to where they can’t think straight and simply do not understand the world.

For the longest time, since I was a teenager, my mother has been telling me her theory about this type of man. She said there are two types.

The first type pretty much hates women or at least acts like it, as they spout a lot of misogyny. Typical advice from these men is that the only way to deal with women is to treat them like shit. Also all women love to be treated like shit anyway. And if you don’t treat them like shit, you won’t be able to deal with them well.

A think a lot of players get cynical about women because they see the good and bad sides of women. A man who has dated say hundreds of women has started to learn quite a bit about the gender, if he had his senses turned on and was taking notes. The problem is that after you date hundreds of women you end up with a lot of experiences, good and bad. You have a whole universe full of some of the greatest experiences on Earth and a whole universe full of some of the most awful experiences you could imagine. They’ve seen women at their best and at their worst. It’s the good, the bad and the ugly.

Also they really understand women. And when you really understand them, you figure out that women are not sugar and spice and everything nice. There is a dark side to women as there is to men, and it’s not pretty at all. It’s ugly as all get out. What probably happened with a lot of these men is that they saw so much female bad behavior and had so many bad experiences with women, that they just don’t think much of women anymore.

About their notion that the only way to deal with women is to treat them like shit, unfortunately, this works because a lot of women are susceptible to abuse. And abuse works. It’s lousy, but it works. These men have grown callous and hardened.

Examples of misogynistic womanizers abound. The world of porn is full of sadistic, often dangerously misogynistic men who like to brutalize women. Male porn stars are always beating up their wives and battering them. Linda Lovelace’s porn husband beat her all the time.

In the PUAsphere, we have Roosh, Heartiste, a lot of the guys at Return of Kings, and Redpill on Reddit as examples of the misogynist type of womanizer. Now why men who hate women that much want to spend so much time around them, I have no idea, but they do.

My mother said there is another type though. This type really, really loves women, as she put it. Most people don’t realize this. Often this type was very close to their mothers, sisters, girl cousins or maybe even aunts. They often hung around girls more than boys at school. In college in beyond, you often saw them socializing with women more than with men. If you ask these men, a lot will tell you that they hate men, and they only like to hang around females.

So there is definitely a type of womanizer who loves women like crazy and can’t get enough of them. Because they love women, women pick up on this, feel comfortable with them and like these men. This makes everything work a whole lot better.

You might be surprised, but guess what? Women really like men who love women. If a man loves women, women can pretty much figure it out via energy flow, mindreading, intuition, etc.

Then my mother said, “They don’t treat them very well, but they do love them.” Most people will tell you that sounds insane on the surface, but actually that explanation works very well, and my experience in life has taught me that that explains the facts perfectly.

They keep doing studies on the dating sites. The 80-20 ratio keeps coming up over and over. Feminists say that the 80-20 ratio is a great big fat lie, but they keep finding it in study after study. For instance in a recent study on a dating site, they somehow ascertained that 8

A study of STD’s in the Black community found that a lot of the women were being infected by a small group of men, maybe 2

Now on dating sites, the top 2

Alpha: The top 2

Beta: This is the mass of men, and there is nothing wrong with being in this group. Almost all men are in this group. Betas are simply men who are found attractive by some of the women some of the time. That’s it. Nothing more and nothing less. Why is this a bad theory? What’s wrong with it?

Omega: These are men who are found attractive by almost none of the women almost all of the time. They are totally rejected by women. Why is this concept false? Do we deny that these guys exist?

Also note that on that dating site, 8

However, life for men who are found highly attractive by women can be grand indeed. You would not believe how easy these guys have it.

Bottom line is women and girls are pretty much throwing themselves at these guys all the time, and these guys are supposed to “Just say no.” Well, men don’t do that. Men don’t “just say no.” That’s not in our vocabulary. If women and girls are throwing themselves at these guys all the time, why are they scumbags for going for it? That’s like letting a kid into a candy store, telling him he can take all he wants for free, and then calling him a thief when he does it.

Mostly back when I was younger (best of all in my teens and 20’s), before I turned old and ugly, females just threw themselves at me a lot. I didn’t even approach all that much. I wasn’t chasing females much because there was simply no need to.

They were coming to me instead so all I had to do was sit back and reel in lines when the fish came to bite. There was no need to “prey” on women (and some of these guys do that), especially vulnerable, wounded, weak or easy to fool ones because I never liked to do that anyway as it always seemed so sleazy and also because there was never any need to.

At the time, most of my friends were women and girls, and I spent most of my time hanging around with them because I liked their company and I like women a lot more than I like men, about whom the less said the better. People talk about friendzoning being horrible, but it usually wasn’t for me.

At age 18, it got rather bad because I was just getting friendzoned and it was like “friends with all, lovers with none.” This situation feels very bad, does a number on your self-esteem, and I do not recommend it.

But with me, Friendzoning has been a lot different. For some odd reason, women would only stay friends with me for a while, often a few months, before they would simply try to seduce me. They didn’t seem to be able to be just friends with me. I have no idea why that is, but that’s how it was, and I still cannot be platonic friends with women very long because my female platonic friends try to seduce me to this very day!

Also if you are lucky, your female friends are a great source of new females. My female friends and even relatives were always more or less throwing their friends at me.

“Hey Bob, you know my friend Laura? She says she wants to go out with you. She really likes you, and she wants you to take her out.”

And sometimes I would even get specific instructions from my female friends on what they wanted me to do to their friends. It was:

“Hey Bob, I want you to go out with my friend Sarah, ok? She says she really likes you. She told me to tell you that she wants you to take her out. So you want to go out with her?”

“Sure.”

“Well if you do, I really want you to fuck her because she’s never been fucked and I want you to be her first one.

So sometimes my female friends would fix me up with their friends with specific instructions to have sex with them. They would tell me that they were going to check up afterwards and I better follow through on having sex with her friend otherwise they would be very disappointed.

And sometimes I would get a girlfriend(s) and females would see me with new girlfriend and then come up to me and try to get me to cheat on her.

“Hey Bob. Who is Lori? Is that your girlfriend? Are you guys close? Why don’t you go out with me too? Would Lori get mad? Anyway, you should be with me instead. I am a lot better than Lori, she’s no good. I’ll be a better girlfriend than she is. Try me, and you’ll see.”

So even when I got a girlfriend and tried to be monogamous, females would keep coming up to me and tempting me to cheat on her. They knew I had a gf, but they did not even care!

They would say,

“I know Tracy’s your girlfriend, but you should go out with me anyway, Bob.”

“Ha ha ha! You want me to cheat on Tracy? She will not be happy about that, you know!”

“Who cares about Tracy, Bob! She’ll never find out ! Anyway I bet I’m better in bed than she is. You should dump her and go with me instead!”

So when I had a girlfriend, other women would encourage me to be a cheater.

Even when I had a girlfriend, I stayed close to my female friends, who typically could care less that I had a girlfriend now because they kept trying to fix me up with all their friends!

I would say,

“But what about Rhonda? I am supposed to cheat on Rhonda with your friend Joan. She will kill me if she finds out.”

“Who cares about your girlfriend! Hell with her! She will never find out anyway. Here, go out with Joan, she told me she wants to go out with you. Joan’s better looking anyway. Rhonda’s cute, but she’s not as cute as Joan. And Rhonda’s a bitch! I hate the way she treats you. Joan will treat you way better. She hates Rhonda too.”

So my very own female friends were always encouraging me to cheat too.

I could go on and on here, but you get the picture. For a lot of these guys it is absurd to hate them. They have females after them all the time, and they are simply taking them up on their offers. These guys are evil users, predators, criminals, scum, etc, why? Because they refuse to “Just say no?” But why should they just say no? Most men won’t do that.

It is like if people were walking up to you handing out $100 bills all the time and saying,

“Here you want this? I think you are a really cool guy, so I am going to give you this $100 right now.”

Well you take the bills most of the time, right? ”

“Hey, thanks for the $100 man, you sure are nice.”

Then the people who gave you the bills would yell at you for taking them.

“You bastard! You just took that $100 from me. You are a user! You used me for $100! You ripped me off! You’re a criminal! You’re preyed on me! You’re a predator!”

You would say,

“You want it back?”

They would say,

“Nope! Keep the $100! But you are an evil man for taking it! You’re a predator scum! You used me like an object! You should have been a good person and just said no! You realize you are hurting people by taking those $100’s? You hurt so many people!”

You would say,

“LOL how do I hurt people by taking free $100’s? You guys are idiots LOL!”

He would say,

“Because reasons bla bla bla!”

Well you would just laugh and say,

“Screw you idiots! I am going to keep on taking $100’s, you lunatics! You give me $100’s for free and then you yell at me for taking them and say I should have just said no ! Haha! How stupid you are!  I don’t care if it ‘hurts people’ LOL! Who cares! Just give me your $100’s people! About those people I hurt by taking the money, hey I promise I will pray to Jesus for them!”

Another Incel Goes ER (Elliot Rodger), Shoots up College, 10 Dead, 7 Wounded

Breaking news right now:

Another young man, reportedly an incel like Elliot Rodger and George Sodini, has conducted a mass shooting. This shooting was done at a community college. He wandered through hallways shooting at everyone he saw. Cops came and he shot it out with him. He lived for a while after he was shot, and then he died. It is not yet known if he was killed by the police or his own hand.

The shooting happened at Umpqua Community College in Oregon at 10:38 AM this morning. 7 people were killed, including the shooter, and 7 more were wounded.

The shooter has been identified as Chris Harper Mercer, age 26.

He hung out on a 4chan site called Robot9000 or RK9, which is where a lot of young men who feel they are being passed over by society hang out and attack what they call “normies.” Normies are well-liked and well-adjusted young men.

They often make posts talking about how much they hate normies. There is a strong incel undercurrent with the site similar to PUAHate where Elliot Rodger hung out. Mercer appears to have been some sort of an incel. After he posted his warning telling his fellow Robots not to go to school in the Pacific Northwest tomorrow, a poster said, “Instead of doing that, why don’t you go talk to a woman!”

He, like many RK9 posters, fashioned himself as a Beta. Apparently “normies” may be the Alphas who are getting all the girls and fun. There is a lot of talk about a “Beta Uprising,” which is some sort of violent uprising of the male Betas against the Alphas who oppress them and the society that supports it. Mercer may have talked about and predicted this Beta Uprising.

“Going ER” is Internet shorthand made up by the SlutHate crowd which means “going Elliot Rodger” – for an incel to go on an Elliot Rodger type shooting spree. There is a lot of talk on Sluthate about who is going to be the next poster to Go ER. Here is the Sluthate post talking about the shooting.

Mercer made a post yesterday on R9K predicting this shooting, but no one did anything about it. However, people make threats on 4chan all the time. They come so often and usually don’t amount to anything so no one bothers to do anything about it. Also users say that finding threats and investigating them is the job of the police, not the posters.

After the George Sodini shooting and the Elliot Rodger shooting, I predicted that there were going to be more of these explosive outbursts by incel males, and I was right.

The Whole Purpose of Redpill, Game, PUA, etc.

Swank writes:

A 48 year old woman cheated on him.

Oh no.

Who cares?

Why would he possibly care?

For 18 years of marriage, his wife was a cold fish in bed and refused to do anything even slightly kinky, either oral sex (giving or receiving).

A RETARD.

And he didn’t always have status. The article states that he struggled financially for years.

But sure, the exception disproves the general rule I guess.

Hang on a second. Swank says all a man has to do is get some status, gain 20 pounds, gain 10 pounds of muscle and find someone with similar interests and then it’s home free and he can say and do whatever the Hell you want to.

Swank say this guy had no status.

He was a millionaire. He owned his own tech company. He lived in million dollar home. How is it that a millionaire living in a million dollar home is struggling financially? And he wasn’t struggling financially his whole life. His sex life sucked from the start. He simply did not turn on his wife. Why? She was turned on by other men instead, other than her husband. Why?

She was in league with a bunch of other cheating wives who were all cheating on their “lame husbands” with “studs.” Why did these women see their husbands as lame? What was wrong with them? What did the studs they were cheating on have that their husbands lacked? Why did these women see their harems of studs to cheat with as Alpha fucks and their husbands as Beta bucks? Here the dynamic is obviously working.

Swank cannot answer any of these questions.

Liberals cannot answer any of these questions.

Feminists cannot answer any of these questions.

All of them just mouth stupid platitudes.

Feminists say nice guys aren’t nice (not true), and that’s why women hate them. This is a flat-out lie and is an example of classic female self-deception that they have deceived themselves into believing is true.

Feminists say, hey incels, all you have to do is get some clean clothes, shower and bathe regularly, brush your teeth, practice good hygiene and have some halfway decent social skills and you are home free! The babes are just going to fall right into your damn lap. You think that’s going to work?

The whole purpose of Redpill, Game, PUA and all the other more or less evil bullshit is to try to figure out why the Hell this is happening. Why are the husbands seen as lame? What makes them lame? Why are these women not turned on by their husbands? What are the husbands lacking? What could the husbands do to make themselves more attractive? What did the studs they were cheating on have these these husband cucks did not have? What was it about their boytoys that turned these women on?

Are there other groups out there that offer men relationship advise on how to maximally meet their needs and desires in relationships with women while keeping things on as much of an even keel as possible much of the time and having a minimum amount of stress, drama, chaos, negativity and relationship downtime and crisis as possible that are maybe not as evil as the Game, PUA and Redpill? If so, fine, bring them on. A morally grounded relationship guide for men would be a great thing.

One problem is that the typical groups you go to about this stuff are full of women and feminist men and they give flat out horrible advise to men who are having relationship troubles.

Let me give you an example. In Reddit/relationships, a husband walks in on his wife down on her knees sucking two men’s cocks. The guy goes to R/relationships. What advise do the women and feminist men have? Get therapy.

Get therapy!

Does that sound like good advice in the circumstances? Come on.

I am having a hard time seeing why these movements are so evil. Why do the feminists hate them so much? Because it means we men are catching on to women’s bullshit and games and trying to outsmart them so they can’t con us, manipulate us and screw us over so much? Is that why? Because men are wising up, learning women’s tricks and how to beat them at their own game? Feminists are furious that we are catching on to women’s scammy manipulating bullshit, figuring out how to deal with it and coming up with a bunch of scammy manipulative bullshit of our own to throw their way so as to confuse them.

That’s really what it’s all about, isn’t it?

Oh no! The men are catching on! We can’t have that!

Before we women were fighting a ridiculous one-sided war against unarmed men who declared unilateral ceasefire. It was a massacre. The men were getting creamed. It was all good.

Now the men have walked away from the table, stockpiled weapons, broken all of our codes, completely infiltrated our forces with spies and double agents, and are now fighting back with some weapons that are so brand new we women can’t even figure out how they work!

Oh no! A fair fight!  A woman’s worst nightmare!

Types in the Manosphere Part 2

A very nice site called Gunlord lists the various components of the Manosphere. In this piece, we will examine five of the sub-movements – Aspies, Men’s Rights, PUA’s, Child Custody Advocates and TFL’s or Incels. Aspies: Supposedly think even non-Aspie men are women-lite. Not sure what this means, but apparently women are just too emo for Spock-type Aspies, and even non-Aspie men are way too emo for these stoic and rational STEM types. Never heard of one of these sites, but it has no appeal to me. I have no idea of their politics. Men’s rights: The MRA guys. The Men’s Rights groups are fighting for equal rights for men, which on the surface seems pretty weird. A lot of these guys, like Paul Elam at A Voice for Men, are pretty misogynistic. His comments section is even worse. One wonders why men even need equal rights, and the notion that we live in a Matriarchy instead of a Patriarchy is a bit bizarre. Sure, feminists are pushing women way past their demands for equality, and they are making some pretty lunatic demands that are starting to impinge on the type of world we men want to live in. But at the end of the day, MRA guys just strike me as silly. They are fighting for something that doesn’t need to be fought for (men’s equal rights) because it already exists. Politically, they are mostly Libertarian. PUA’s: These are the much-maligned pickup artists. PUA’s  try to teach men “Game” in order to help them get women. At first this seems reasonable, and men have been doing this forever. I remember the How to Pick Up Girls books on sale in the 1970’s. There is a famous classic Latin book by a Roman author called On Love that is really How to Pick Up Girls 2000 years ago. Some of my friends bought these books and said they had good advice that worked pretty well in real life. Obviously there are tricks of the trade. The wildest womanizers are not just regular guys. They have a whole fancy bag of tricks that they regularly use to seduce and bed woman after woman. If you want to be a playboy, “being yourself” won’t cut it. You’re going to need a toolset, and many of these tools straddle the fence of morality. The problem is that what they teach you in Game is how to be a tool and an asshole. How to treat women like crap. How to more or less date rape women. How to fight against a “bitch shield” which seems rude. When I get a bitch shield, I walk away from the cunt. These guys hammer away at it with a battering ram like cops at a locked door. A lot of the tricks are sleazy, disgusting and downright dishonest. I would not use these immoral methods no matter how many women they got me. A gentlemen, even an aging roue, should set some limits on his degeneracy. At some point, your behavior is so low that you are a scumbag. I am not interested in being a scumbag. PUA guys think being a scumbag is man’s highest calling. These sites also engage in hypermasculinity where they all try to be more “Alpha” than everyone else. The PUA message is, “All guys need to become Alphas.” Except that will not work because in most societies, only maybe 1 These sites have a very aggressive, super-macho air to them with a heavy atmosphere of misogyny, homophobia, aggression, hostility and even menace. When you read the comments sections, you might think you are at a Rapists Convention. They are full of contempt for male pussies, wussies, wimps, manginas and “Betas.” Hating Betas is particularly dumb as probably 7 The biggest PUA guys come off like super jackasses, and reading them is very cringe-inducing. PUA politics is not discussed a lot, but when it is, they tend to be Libertarians, although one of their biggest leaders, Roosh, is a fairly progressive guy. Child custody rights advocates: These guys want to reform divorce and custody laws. As you might guess, they are all divorced and have kids. They lost a lot of money in the divorce, and the bitches won’t let them see the kid(s). These guys are often middle-aged and they are some of the angriest men in the whole Manosphere. They are on a jihad against their Wicked Witch of the West wives who really do represent all women. These men like to go to jail voluntarily instead of paying child support and litigate endlessly in the courts. A few of them have staged events such as public suicides on courthouse steps. Such pathetic idiots, lauded as martyrs, are the heroes of the movement. This group of men is so angry at women that it is actually frightening to be on one of their forums. Threats of violence are common, and a lot of them collect weapons. This is a community of very angry older, often middle-aged, men who are two steps away from going postal. Politically, Republican Party to Libertarian. Incels or TFL’s (True Forced Loneliness): I have already been over these types before in previous pieces. These poor sods are probably too upset to have any sort of politics at all. Eliot Rodger, famous incel mass shooter, was apparently a liberal Democrat, not that that means much except that their politics is probably all over the place and not very important anyway.

Do Desire for Women and Hatred for Them Go Together?

Steve wrote:

…not that desire of women and hatred of them usually go together.

You know, I went to that PUAhate site that was famous due to the Eliot Rodger case. There were all these incel guys screaming and yelling and complaining about women. They had a right to complain as women were treating these guys pretty horribly. They would go and get a new job, buy new clothes, buy a new car, go to the gym, do all the crap you are supposed to do to get a woman, and it was all to no avail. No woman would even look at them. There was the usual, “They only like assholes, they don’t like nice guys.” Then they would post pictures of these porn stars and beautiful models, and they would be drooling all over them like wow I sure would like to fuck that! I was thinking, “Wait, I thought these guys hated women?” I told a friend of mine about that and he said, “Well, that’s just normal. All guys are like that.” “Like what?” “Well all normal guys pretty much hate women because of how they act, but then on the other hand, if they are heterosexual, they are also horny as Hell and they want to fuck them really bad.” So there is that desire for women going together with hatred for them thing. Personally, I would prefer to get outside the misogyny thing as I think it goes nowhere and is not productive, adaptive or helpful and it’s a lot more fun to love them than to hate them. But I get where misogynists are coming from. Misogyny is not mysterious, unfortunately.

Robert Stark Interview with Me on Eliot Rodger

This is a transcript of my interview with Robert Stark about the Eliot Rodger mass shooting case. I decided to make the transcript because the audio quality was so awful that it was very hard to listen to. I really like the way this interview turned out. We talked about a lot of great things and I think it is very interesting. I believe a lot of you readers might like to read this transcript, and I think you might get something out of it. So feel free to dive in and comment if you wish.

Robert Stark Interview with Me on Eliot Rodger

Robert Stark: We were discussing this Eliot Rodger guy…for me, I live in Santa Barbara, so this was local. However, I believe that this was not just a local event – it was nationwide. When you first heard about this in the news, what was your initial reaction? Robert Lindsay: A friend of mine came to me the next day – Sunday morning – on the Internet, and he said, “There’s been another shooting.” He wouldn’t give me any details, but then I went and looked it up, and at first I didn’t know much about it, so I didn’t understand what was going on. I just figured it’s another mass shooting, and I didn’t really understand why. Then, over the next few days, the reasons came out because he sent in his manifesto. RS: For a person to go out and shoot random people, or total strangers…well it would be one thing if someone went out and harmed someone who they knew they were angry at, but to go out and shoot random people, I think someone would have to be pretty mentally tormented. RL: I really get tired of hearing the attitude that all these people are mentally ill, and we need to treat the mentally ill better. They say, “The problem isn’t guns – the problem is crazy people.” But the thing is – these people are often not mentally ill at all. You don’t have to be mentally ill to grab a gun and try to shoot as many people as you can. RS: I totally agree with you – I said mentally tormented, not mentally ill. Mental illness is something you are born with. Someone could start off relatively normal, but they could drive themselves insane. I think there is a distinction there. RL: Well, that is exactly what this guy did! I read his manifesto, and up until age he was 11 or 12, he was rather shy, but other than that he was very normal, very happy, very sociable young boy. He was pretty healthy in his head as a young boy, and he just got more and more unhealthy as life went on. RS: Yes, what he had was high-functioning Asperger’s Syndrome. But high-functioning Asperger’s Syndrome is not like schizophrenia. A lot of those people could function and be productive in society in the right environment. You read his manifesto. At what point in his life did he go from having a relatively normal childhood to where he ended up at? RL: I think it all started at age 12. And it got really bad at age 13 and on into 14 – that’s when it hit him really bad. He got far gone from age 11 to age 16. He turned into a completely different person. RS: Would you say it was because of the bullying in middle school? RL: Yes! That’s what did it. And he couldn’t be popular. He was popular up until age 11 or so…that was the first year of middle school. In that year, it was ok…and the girls were nice to him. In elementary school, there were certain requirements to be popular, and they were not hard for him to live up to, but then it started changing. Now it wasn’t like this when I was in 7th grade, but in 7th and 8th grade for Eliot, it was all about the guys who are liked by girls – the guys who are popular with the girls. And the girls were only hanging out with some of the guys, certain of the guys. The girls were all flocking to a few of the guys – the Alphas or whatever. When he first started junior high, he was pretty popular, but after a while, all the popular kids started shunning him and making fun of him, and all the girls started ridiculing him. People were tormenting him, every single day, all day long. He would have to hide in a corner of the hallway until the hallways cleared, and that was the only way he could even get to class because people would run up to him and throw him into the lockers, or they would run up to him and steal his books out of his arms, and he would have to go chase them. They’d call him “faggot” and “weirdo.” RS: Do you think it is worse today in that regard than when you were in high school? RL: Bullying wasn’t that bad when I was in high school. But middle school was crazy! I wasn’t one of the ones who got bullied all the time. I got bullied to some extent, but…I was one of the bullies too. It was bully or be bullied. I wasn’t one of the real popular kids, but I wasn’t one of the rejects either. I had a lot of friends! But I wasn’t one of the cool kids, that’s for sure. But I wasn’t so dorky that all the cool kids were beating up on me. The only ones who were beating up on me were these totally scummed out sociopath types. This one guy who hated me…we actually had a fight, a fistfight in the 8th grade. But then I had a whole bunch of friends who were my guys, and they weren’t losers, but they weren’t the popular kids either. They were cool people. I hung out with them, and they were my buddies. I had this great big wide circle of friends. And then we tormented the geeked out guys. I would get together with one of my friends, and we would torment one of those nerdy guys. RS: If you remember the Columbine shooting – was that the main reason that shooting happened? RL: I believe the shooters were bullied. There was not a whole lot of bullying going on at my high school. There were a few guys who were totally geeked out – I mean insanely geeked out. They were the biggest geeks in the whole school. They were so geeked out that if you saw them walking across the quad even from 100 yards away, if you’d never seen them before, you would say, “Whoa! What a geek!” You know? These guys were like circus freaks. RS: What’s the deal with Asperger’s anyway? People keep using the term to mean anyone who is introverted. RL: Yes, that’s really wrong. If you have any problems connecting to other people, if you have any social problems such as social phobia, if you have problems talking to people, problems relating to people…they automatically say you have Asperger’s! And that is completely wrong, 10 RS: So what are the actual symptoms of Asperger’s? RL: I don’t know! I mean…they’re weird, yes. But they are weird in certain particular ways, and they are introverted in particular ways. I think maybe I met one Aspie in my whole life, but I wasn’t able to confirm that he was an Aspie. Well, he was weird; he was weird as Hell. I mean really, really weird! He…acted like a robot, and he seemed mean and angry and cold. If you tried to talk to him, he wouldn’t even answer. So…he just seemed like a jerk – the biggest jerk you ever met! An antisocial person – he was just hostile! But apparently that was just his extreme introversion. If you got him to talk at all, he would talk like a robot. And that’s really weird because you don’t often meet people who act like that. I mean you meet people who are shut down. You know how men sort of shut down their feelings? You know those guys who get into the macho thing, and they get this sort of monotone? Well, that’s one thing, but this guy sounded like a machine! He sounded like a robot. And one time one of the fluorescent lights in the library went on the blink, and it started blinking on and off. You know how those lights go? They start flashing on and off, going Buh Buh Buh Buh Buh? It’s a little bit weird when those lights do that, sure, but this guy totally tripped on it! He was staring at with a blank stare on his face like he was on acid. You don’t normally see people tripping on a flashing light like they were on acid. He was…entranced by it. And that’s an autistic symptom. Now, whether he was happy or not, I don’t know…but he functioned well enough…He was a computer genius, and they hired him to work on the computers in the library. Later he was going to college and had his own apartment. But he was a really schizoid type guy – he didn’t relate to other people at all – a real loner. I think he was an Aspie! I haven’t met any others, but that one I met was weird as Hell. RS: With Eliot Rodger, people are saying he is a psychopath, but I don’t think that’s necessarily true. RL: No! Absolutely not. I don’t believe it because – let me tell you something. Up until age 11 or 12, and maybe – maybe – even afterwards, he was a relatively normal kid. There are some signs of pathology, but most kids are pathological. You notice over and over, reading his autobiography, how much emphasis he places on whether or not someone was kind and goodhearted and loving and nice. Over and over, he compliments people – for instance, he would say, “My teacher was very, very kind. She was a nice person.” Psychopaths don’t say that! RS: I think with Eliot, if he were brought up in the right environment, he had the potential to be a basically decent and productive member of society. RL: Well, there are guys who are about as Aspie as he was…and they do all right. RS: You know, some people with mental illnesses…like schizophrenia…can be extremely violent…but in general, people who are on the autistic spectrum are usually pretty peaceful. RL: Ummm, yes, but if you talk to people who know them or live with them…some of these guys have gotten married and have kids…they have these things called meltdowns on a fairly regular basis, and it’s like a temper tantrum for adults. It’s just…part of being an Aspie. RS: I think the problem is that because they are unable to express themselves, that rage is bottled up like that. RL: Their rage supposedly comes from frustration because they are pretty much frustrated all the time. They can’t read other people, and other people can’t relate to them, and there is this total miscommunication going on all the time. They are constantly having their needs thwarted. And people who have their needs thwarted all the time get pretty angry…as we can see in the case of Eliot Rodger! RS: Regarding rage, Eliot had a number of incidents. In one of them, he went to a party near the university… RL: Yes, initially he tried to talk to some people, but they weren’t really talking to him. Before this, he would go to parties sometimes, and he would always get all isolated…standing up against the doorway or the wall, and everybody else would be talking and socializing and smoking dope and drinking, and Eliot would be all isolated and alone and no one talking to him, and after a while, he would start to feel weird and leave. But this time, he went up to some people and started talking to them, and I guess it didn’t go very well, and then later he saw some Asian guy talking to a hot blond, and it really pissed him off. He decided to be really macho – he thought being macho would make him cool. He tried to be an Alpha. He walked right up to both of them, and he burned the guy, insulted him and pushed him aside, and then he got in next to the girl. And then both of them – the Asian guy and the blond girl – said, “Whoa! I think someone has had too much to drink!” And they got away from him. Later on, he ended up on the lawn, and everyone else was having fun, and he was all alone on the lawn feeling like an idiot. The party went on, and Eliot ended up upstairs on the balcony, and I’m not sure if people were making fun of him or not – I don’t really know – I think they were just ignoring him. But he started getting angrier and angrier, and…I guess it was a 10 foot balcony? I don’t know, if you fell from it, if you would get real hurt? I don’t know what was on the ground below, if it was grass or maybe a lawn. Apparently you could push people off this ledge pretty easily. He tried to push some of the girls off the deck! And a bunch of the guys got really mad, and they started pushing him too, and there was a pushing and shoving match…and they…pushed him off the deck. And I think he broke his ankle? RS: He said he got really hurt, and no one would help him. RL: Well, what do you expect? Everyone at the party hated him! He started walking away, and the people next door were having a party themselves apparently in tandem with the people who were having the party where he was at. Apparently they knew what had happened, and they started yelling at him, calling him “faggot” and “idiot.” I am not sure what happened, but a big fight ensued between Rodger and these guys, and…he got his ass beat by these guys. He got beat up. He got a broken leg. At some point as he was walking home, a girl helped him, but then he hobbled the rest of the way home. He was laid up with a broken leg for some time. RS: Another thing that happened was he saw this couple on the beach, and he got some orange juice and sprayed super soakers on them. RL: No, it was at a park, and it wasn’t a couple, it was a whole group of young men and women who were having a blast on a Sunday afternoon. He was watching them, and he started getting more and more angry, so he went and got a soaker and some orange juice, and he came back, and he started spraying it all over them. The group got mad, and they chased Eliot. He ran all the way back to his car and jumped in his car and took off. RS: The other thing about him was that he was mixed race himself, and he particularly disliked mixed couples. RL: Actually…he doesn’t talk much about that. I don’t think he had a big complex about that. RS: I think that in the PC media, being a racist is the worst thing, and his racism got a lot of attention in the media… RL: Well, first of all, the media keeps saying that he had a complex about being Asian. Not really true. In his early years, he had a bit of a complex about being Asian because he wanted to fit in as all his friends were White, and those were the people he was trying to fit in with. RS: Did he feel that he was looked down upon by Whites? RL: I don’t think so. They probably treated him better. White people treat minorities better if they are part-White. You see, nobody will ever admit to it, and I get called racist all the time for saying things like this, but let me tell you something! A Black person who is half-White will be treated a lot better by White people than a Black person who is all Black. A HAPA, a half-Asian, half-White, will be treated better by Whites than a full-blooded Asian. The more White you have in you, the better White people treat you. That’s just the way it goes! It’s a simple fact! White nationalists probably would not agree with this, but the truth is that on some sort of a basic level, White people will respect someone who has a lot of White in them. They love the person for that… RS: I think because he was Whiter than some people…he saw an Indian guy and then a Mexican guy and then a Black guy and then a full Asian guy, all with blond White women, and he hated seeing that. His attitude was, “Why is it that these inferior races could get a blond White woman and I couldn’t?” RL: Well, you see, the thing is, everyone is saying that he had this big complex about being Asian, but…there are only a couple of references to that in the manifesto – when he was younger – but I think that at some point, maybe around age 12 or 13, he completely buried this aspect of himself. He just stuffed it – down into his subconscious. He repressed it. And from then on, he simply saw himself as fully White, as a White man, period. RS: So was the issue that he felt that the White girls didn’t view him as a White man? RL: Noo…noo…he just…saw himself as a White man! His attitude was, “Hey, I’m White!” And he does look White. In his videos, he looks like a White guy. A lot of times, you cross a White and an Asian, and you end up with a…White! You cross a White with an Indian from India, a often, you end up with a White person. White genes are pretty strong. They’re not as recessive as everybody thinks. Either that, or there are some genes that are even more recessive than White genes. RS: So you don’t think the racial aspect of it is an issue. RL: No! He doesn’t even look Asian. And he identified as White. And he looks White. RS: Ok, so why did he get so mad when he saw some interracial couples? RL: Well. He saw himself as some sort of budding White nationalist! He saw himself as, “Hey, I’m White, and I am a superior man,” and he thought Asians were inferior. He thought Asian guys were geeks and dweebs and idiots and fools. And he thought Black guys were complete animals – lowlifes. RS: Yes, he made a big deal about how he was descended from British aristocracy… RL: He was. RS: He saw himself as better than other people. RL: Yes, a really big part of him is that narcissism – that he needs to feel better than other people. That’s his main pathology. And probably that more than anything else caused his rampage. If you want to blame anything, blame his narcissism. RS: He fluctuated between having very high self-esteem and having very low self-esteem. RL: What do you expect? Do you understand how narcissism works? I don’t know if most people understand how narcissism works. In narcissism, we see these peaks and crashes. It’s either they think they are the greatest person in the whole world, but if they are ever reminded that they are not the greatest person in the whole world, then they might crash and think they are the lowest worm that ever crawled the face of the Earth. It’s either one or the other with these people. They can’t be regular. He either has to be king of the world, or he has to be lowest slug you’ve ever seen. Some people think that deep down inside, narcissists have very low self-esteem, and in order to compensate for that, they have to create this huge ego. See, basically, what people are trying to do is – they’re trying to be normal. They are trying to get to that zero-state. They are trying to get to that…norm. They are trying to be ok. So when the narcissist is thinking, “I am the lowest worm that ever crawled the face of the Earth,” he’s -100 on an egotism scale. And you see…the farther down you are on that scale, the further up you have to go to be normal. So if you’re -100 on egotism, you have to go to +100 to feel normal. If you think you are the lowest slug on the face of the Earth, you have to think you are King of the Universe in order to even feel normal. You see? Someone who just feels a little bit inferior would only have to feel a little bit superior to feel normal. I think people are trying to achieve the norm. And the more down you feel, the more up you have to be to get to that norm. And that’s why you see this bizarre fluctuating self-esteem in the narcissist where he’s like I am the greatest man that ever lived or else I am absolutely worthless. RS: There’s a theory that he saw himself as the absolute gentleman, and when he saw girls with guys he viewed as lower than him, he thought those guys as obnoxious brutes. RL: Well, yeah! That’s the whole nice guy thing. The feminists and the anti-PUA/Game people on the Net are going crazy over this nice guy thing. They refer it as nice guys (TM). And they are all saying that in truth, nice guys aren’t really very nice! Well…macho alphas who get all the women – they aren’t very nice either, are they? But the whole line is wrong. Nice guys are nice! That’s what they are all about. And the attitude of the Manosphere is all about “nice guys finish last,” and the biggest assholes – the Alphas – get all the women, and the nice guys get the leftovers. We have heard all these things many times before. Obviously, there is some truth to it. Now, I’ve been a nice guy my whole life, and I’ve done pretty well with women, but on the other hand, I’m not a real nice guy. I’ve been told that I look like a sexual threat, and that I give off the appearance of someone who was experienced…with women. RS: Don’t forget those serial killer glasses. You got rid of those. You got new glasses. RL: Well…it’s not so much that women don’t like a nice guy, but more that they like a guy who has a sense of danger. RS: Well…but Eliot turned out to be pretty dangerous… RL: He didn’t look dangerous. He looked harmless. He keeps calling himself a mouse over and over in that manifesto of his. He says, “They treated me like I was a mouse…I felt like an insignificant little mouse.” So this is really a classic case of some guy who feels completely inferior – who feels like a mouse – and in order to compensate for that, he has to feel like a king…like God! He felt so low that even being King of the World wasn’t enough for him…he had to become God! He became God. I am God, destroyer of worlds! RS: His fantasy was becoming a dictator and putting all women in concentration camps…and starving them to death while he watched them die… RL: And in the end, he did become a God, did he not? Right? Wasn’t he  that night, when he was shooting people…wasn’t he God? Who can take your life away, Robert? RS: Yes, I see what you mean. I see what you are getting at. RL: Only God can give life, and only God can take life. And you know, I have talked to people who told me that they liked to fantasize about killing people…they told me that they were never going to do it, but it was sort of fun to think about it…and when they thought like this, they felt huge, 1000 feet tall, like God. RS: You don’t have to answer this, but have you ever fantasized about killing people? RL: Yes, of course, sure. Yes, I have. You know, I have fantasized about killing my enemies, and even, I even have fantasized about doing what Eliot did! I think a lot of us have, really. RS: A lot of people fantasize about killing their enemies, but some people also fantasize about obliterating large numbers of human beings, of strangers. RL: Sure, sure, of course. You know, you are driving down the street, and you look over, and there’s a sidewalk filled people, and you fantasize you have an AK-47 and some hand grenades…and you start firing the gun, and then you start throwing the hand grenades! You know, I have told people that I have thought about stuff like that, and at least with guys, they usually start laughing and say, “Yeah, so have I.” And these are guys who work in offices, wear ties, sit at a desk… RS: But now, if you talk about that, you will be put on some watchlist. RL: Well, look! Everybody thinks about things like that every now and then…but they aren’t serious. But if you are actually thinking about it like it is something you really, really want to do…that’s…completely different. I mean I thought about that stuff, but I knew that I wasn’t going to do it. You know? RS: Have you ever felt like Eliot Rodger at some point in your life? RL: Ummm. Yes. Yes. I have, yes. RS: At his age, or…? RL: It was more when I was older than he was. You know what? I can understand the guy’s feelings! If people don’t treat you nice, if everybody is sort of treating you like crap, you just…you sort of…you want to kill them! You want to kill the people who don’t treat you right. What people want is, as Carl Rogers said, unconditional positive regard. They don’t want people communicating that there is something wrong with them, that they are weird, that you are screwed up…that’s all…it’s basically rejection. You know really – people should be careful about rejecting other people! Because when you reject someone, the basic primitive instinct of the person who you rejected is…”I’m going to kill you!” You know? Just for doing that to me, just for rejecting me. You insulted me! RS: And there is a distinction between sexual rejection and social rejection. I think someone who is being sexually rejected but has a healthy enough social life is probably going to be ok. I think the problem is a combination of sexual and social rejection. RL: Hey! Social life is very important! If you are at the point in your life where nobody’s even being friendly to you…nobody’s talking to you… you’re not talking to anyone…you don’t have any friends…you don’t talk to any people on the phone…nobody comes over…you don’t go visit anybody…I mean, that’s a pretty bad place to be! It’s lonely. It’s really, really lonely! You feel like you are all alone in the whole world. You’ve never felt so lonely in your life! I’ve felt that way a few times when I moved to a new city…You see all these new people everywhere you go – total strangers – and you don’t know what to say to them! What are you going to say? Really, what you ought to be able to do is say, “Hi, I just moved to this town, and I don’t know a soul in this whole place. You want to be friends?” But you can’t do that! See? But you know? You really ought to be able to do something like that. I mean, what are you going to do? You move to a whole new city all alone, and you don’t know one single person! But if you walk up to someone and say, “Hey, I just moved to this town all alone, and I do not know one single person in this whole town. You want to be friends?” Well, you’re considered to be weird! You’re weird! The problem is you are making yourself vulnerable, and that’s not really accepted. People act like you move to a whole new town all alone, and within 24 hours, you are supposed to have a whole bunch of new friends. But if you say, “Hey,I just moved here. I don’t know a soul”…you’re pitiful! You know what? We’re not very nice! There are a lot of lonely people in our country, and we’re not very nice to them! People say, “Huh? What’s wrong with you? How come you can’t make friends? Why don’t you just go make some friends?” That ain’t right. A lot of people have a hard time making friends, and they’re really lonely, and it shouldn’t be a shameful thing to say that you’re lonely or you don’t have any friends or, “Hey, you want to make friends?” It shouldn’t be a source of shame. And we have made it into a source of shame! RS: These mass shootings – it seems to be largely an American phenomena. There have been a few in other countries, but by and large, it seems to be largely an American thing. RL: Well. We’re the ones who let everyone have a gun, right? RS: Well, other countries let you have a gun. I think it is something about American society that is different… RL: Well. How many other countries let you have a semi-automatic weapon? RS: In Switzerland, everyone has a gun. RL: Do they let you have automatic weapons? RS: I don’t know about that. RL: Well, ok. You know, these automatic weapons come in awful handy for these mass shootings. RS: In China, there have been some people going berserk with knives. The was a story about a 40 year old man going into an elementary school in China and chopping up a bunch of kids. RL: Yes. There was another guy who went berserk with a bulldozer on a street, on a sidewalk. Well, you know, people will use whatever is handy for a weapon. But those semi-automatic weapons, they sure do make it easier! RS: So what are your thoughts about the PUAHate site that Eliot was hanging out on? RL: Oh! Yes. I went there! I went there before it got famous due to this Eliot Rodger thing. I went there a number of months ago. Well, on that site…these guys are really angry! And their whole thing is like, “We’re not getting any women! We’re all like, incels.” I don’t know if all of them have been virgins their whole lives or if they are just temporarily incel, which is no source of shame! I mean I am temporarily incel right now. I’ve been temporarily incel many times in my life. I am at the moment. Maybe I have been temporarily incel now for…three months? It’s not the end of the world, you know? I mean everybody goes through this…but, at what point does incel become not normal and become Incel with a capital I? Anyway, about the PUAHate site, there are these guys on there, and they’re not getting any women, and a lot of them have spent a lot of money on these PUA con artists. They went to these boot camp things, or they bought all these tapes and videos. RS: Some of those guys have spent thousands and thousands of dollars. I remember a while back, there was a similar shooting. There was a guy named George Sodini who shot up a gym for basically the same reason that Eliot Rodger did. He spent thousands of dollars on these pickup artist seminars. RL: Yes, they can cost up to $3,000 to $5,000…to $10,000. RS: And a lot of those guys are basically con artists. RL: Of course they are con artists! Most of these PUA guys charging you for stuff are…classic con artists. They’re sociopaths. Narcissists, sociopaths, whatever…I mean that sort of thing was guaranteed…as soon as that PUA stuff came out, you knew a bunch of con artists were going to flock to that industry. That industry has a great big welcome mat, a giant flashing neon sign that says, “Con artists, come here! Con artists, right this way!” You know? It was perfectly designed for those types. And a lot of the biggest PUA guys…are con artists themselves…especially the ones who are charging you. They’re great big huge liars. They’re not ok people. RS: What do you think of the media accusations where they say that the misogyny of the Manosphere is responsible for contributing to Eliot’s spree? RL: Well, first of all…the United States is not a particularly misogynistic country on a worldwide basis, is it? RS: Not at all. It is probably the least misogynistic country if you compare it to the rest of the world. RL: Probably one of the least. Misogyny is much worse in Latin America, Sub-Saharan Africa, the Arab World, Iran, Pakistan, India, Nepal, and Bangladesh. What about Southeast Asia? I don’t know. In Japan, in China. Misogyny is the way of the world. In most of the world, women are second-class citizens. That’s just…normal. RS: Would you say that those Manosphere sites like Roissy are misogynistic? RL: Yes! Yes, Roissy’s site. Roissy is a misogynist, and his commenters are worse than he is, and they’re just feeding off each other. That whole scene is just…insanely misogynistic, really. But it’s not like Roissy doesn’t say things that are true… RS: So what does Roissy say that is true? RL: Well…a lot of what those guys are saying is true, and a lot of what misogynists say is true, unfortunately. A lot of what women who hate men say about men is true. But…both of them…they’re only seeing half the picture. I mean, there’s a huge downside to women. 5 RS: You’ve been a misogynist at some point in your life. RL: Yes, I got into that for a while. But it was odd, coming from a guy who had always loved females from an early age. I always just loved females. I never thought about it, never thought about the philosophy of it, whether it made sense philosophically or scientifically or whether females deserve to be hated or deserve to be loved…I just simply decided that I loved them, and that was that. RS: When did you get into the misogyny thing? RL: Well, it happened when I got older. I had worked myself into a bad state to where a lot of women were rejecting me, rejecting me for being weird. They were always like, “Whoa! You’re weird, dude.” Like that. And…I started hating them for that. Sort of like Eliot Rodger! RS: This is a little bit off-topic, but you mentioned that you were racist for a while. RL: Yes, I got into that for a while. I got into anti-Semitism. I don’t even know how it happened because I was always a Jew-lover, a Judeophile, my whole life. I loved Jews like i loved females, I never thought about it, I never analyzed it. Did Jews deserve to be loved? Did they deserve to be hated? I came from a family of strong Judeophiles, and I was always like, “Woohoo! I love Jews!” You know? But then, in 2001, when the Israelis were shooting up Bethlehem, and they were shooting up the church where Jesus was born…You know, I’m a Christian! And those PLO guys were staying in the church, hiding there. And those Jews, even in the church where Jesus was born, they were killing people! They were murdering them! RS: I think with the anti-Semitism thing and the misogyny thing, I know a lot of guys, when they first discover these things…or people in general, when they first discover stuff, they go through a phase where they are really angry or maybe racist or misogynistic, but after a while, they calm down, and they come to accept the group for what they are. Do you think that is true? RL: I suppose, but I went the opposite way. I was raised to be non-racist! We were all raised to be non-racist. One time at the dinner table, I remember, one of us brothers said the word “nigger.” RS: Was it you? RL: I don’t know! I don’t remember who said it. It wasn’t the sort of word I used much back then. But, oh man! My father! My father just freaked out! I mean, all these Blacks and anti-racists who say “All Whites are racist,” how do they explain my father? He shut down the whole dinner right there. He made it clear that we were never, ever to use that word at the dinner table again. Why did my father shut down that whole dinner table conversation because someone said nigger? My Dad – he’s a racist? RS: You said you called a guy that term once. You called him a nigger. RL: Yes, I did. I did it. I was mad at him. We were having a fight. This Black guy and I were having this big huge fight, and I called him a nigger. I don’t know. I don’t feel bad about it. I’ll call anyone anything that they deserve to be called if I am mad enough… RS: Sure, when you are in a fight with someone, you want to find the worst thing that you can possibly call that person. RL: Of course. You’re going to look for their ethnicity, their race, their gender – if it’s a woman, you’re going to call her a cunt. If they’re gay, you’re going to call him a faggot. If they’re a different race, you’re going to call them nigger or beaner or spic or whatever. Or even a different ethnicity! If he’s an Arab, you call him a towelhead, if he’s French, you call him a frog. You just have to dig into your bag of tricks and find some appropriate insult andthrow it at them. If you’re mad enough…if you and this other person are ready to punch each other, it’s perfectly acceptable to whip out the insults. If you do that, I don’t think it indicates how you feel deep down inside at all! That’s the anti-racist line, and it’s completely wrong! RS: Exactly! RL: It doesn’t mean you’re bigoted, or racist or sexist or homophobic. It just means you’re mad! RS: So going back to the previous topic, these spree shootings seem to be becoming more and more common. Why do you think they are becoming more common? RL: You mean the mass killings? RS: Mass killings, yes. Like this Eliot Rodger case. RL: Well…probably…they’re getting a lot of play in the media! And psycho-type people are looking at that and deciding to do it. It’s a case of “the more there are, the more there are,” you know what I mean? It’s like a suicide epidemic. A few people do it, then more people start doing it, and then, the more there are, the more there are! The more people are doing it, the more people think this is a cool thing to do. The behavior feeds off itself. It’s a vicious circle. It creates more of itself just by being there. The more of it there is, the more of it it spurs on, you know? RS: Do you think this incel thing is more common than it was in the past? RL: I don’t know! I grew up with a lot of guys who weren’t getting laid, so…it was pretty common. It was just normal. A lot of guys weren’t getting laid. It was almost…to be expected. It was like, “Of course you’re not having any sex. Well, you’re not married, right?” It might be weird that he’s not married, but the fact that he’s not married, and he’s not having any sex was not getting any sex was not considered weird at all. It was acknowledged that a few guys who weren’t married could get some sex but unmarried guys…back then – it was expected that you weren’t having sex. It was even harder then. RS: I remember you wrote an article after the George Sodini case predicting that more guys would go nuts like that guy did. RL: Yes. And it happened, right? And…there’s going to be more, even after this Eliot Rodger guy. We have not seen the end of this! RS: So do you consider sex to be a necessary component of living a happy and effective life? RL: Well, yes. But in a certain way, it isn’t like your needs for survival. It’s not like shitting and pissing and eating and drinking. If you quit sleeping, you’re going to die! If you quit shitting and pissing, you’re going to die. Without water, you can live for maybe three days. If you quit eating food, at some point, you’re just going to die. If you quit having sex, you’re not going to die! RS: You wrote that these modern feminists are saying that these incel guys may just have to go years, decades or possibly their whole lives without sex. RL: Yes, well, that’s exactly what they are saying, isn’t it? Isn’t that precisely what they are saying on these feminist sites? What are they saying? The feminists are saying, “Look! You guys have no right to sex! You’re entitled. You think you have a right to have sex.” The thing is, to these feminists, it is perfectly acceptable for a guy to go years, decades or even a lifetime without having sex with a woman because he had no right to sex! And he had no right to feel entitled that way. And women have the right to turn down men…all the time! For a year, or a decade, or a lifetime. That’s their right. That’s women’s right. And some of you guys – you’re just going to lose out, and that’s just the way it goes. Because we’re the sexual gatekeepers. And…you know…? That’s not an attitude…that’s going to fly very well! Tell you what. You go say that to a bunch of incel guys. Tell them, “Hey look. Women say you have no right to sex, and you’re going to get it whenever they decide to give it to you, and…you just might never get it! Because…maybe they just don’t feel like giving it to you!” You know? You think that’s going to go over with those guys? You think these incel guys are just going to say, “Oh. Ok. Well, whether we get sex or not depends on whether the women want to give it to us. Ok. And maybe I’ll go my whole life and never have sex because…chicks just don’t feel like giving it to me, and that’s just a-ok!” You think these incels are going to react that way? RS: What should the attitude of society be towards this issue? RL: Well, it wasn’t always this way. RS: To wrap up the show, do you have any final words about Eliot Rodger. RL: Yes, I would like to make a complaint. Notice how the feminists and their male buddies are all running around screaming, “Misogyny! Misogyny! We have to stop this horrible misogyny!” Yes, there is misogyny in our culture. Well…why was Eliot Rodger a misogynist? Because…as a boy, he was not a misogynist. He turned into one! Why did he turn into a misogynist? RS: And what would you say the reason he turned into a misogynist was? RL: Well. Women turned him into a misogynist! They hated him, they insulted him, they humiliated him, they ignored him, and…that’s what did it. I mean you can say that he shouldn’t have reacted that way, but…people who experience mass rejection, they tend to get…pretty mad. RS: Before wrapping up, I would like to discuss one more thing. One of the interesting things about Eliot Rodger is…I mentioned a guy like Roissy…See, the difference between those two is that Eliot Rodger hated promiscuous men as much as he hated promiscuous women. But these guys like Roissy – they actually celebrate promiscuous men, but they hate promiscuous women. Well, they don’t hate the women – they just have a low opinion of them. That is a key difference between those two. Eliot Rodger was…he was really a misanthrope, not just a misogynist. RL: Well, yes, he got to the point where he hated men just as much as he hated women. And the first three people he killed were…fellow incels, probably. Those three Chinese guys who he said were total nerds, well – they weren’t getting any pussy either from what I understand. RS: Yes, they probably had more in common with him than he would have admitted. RL: Right, right. He hated those guys because they were nerds! That guy just hated everybody, man. And he was going to kill his own Mom and his own brother. His Mom was very good to him, and his brother was very good to him too. The only person he didn’t want to kill was his father. He hated the whole world. He hated you. He hated me. He was going to try to kill you. He was going to try to kill me. The Hell with him!

New Interview with Me Up!

Robert Stark has just posted a new interview with me on his website. Most of this interview was taken up discussing the Eliot Rodger case which I previously wrote about on this blog. Topics include:

  • Elliot Rodgers Manifesto
  • Mental illness versus situational mental torment
  • Aspergers Syndrome
  • Bullying in adolescence
  • Elliot’s incidences of rage
  • Elliot’s racial identity
  • Narcissism and fluctuations in self esteem
  • The “nice guy” theme
  • Social Isolation
  • PUA Hate & Incels
  • Robert Lindsay’s misogynist and racist phases in the past

I hope this interview isn’t too too controversial, but you know me! Don’t worry, I didn’t call him a hero or anything like that. However, I did read through his entire 137 page manifesto. It was a sad, sad story, especially from age 12 on. Everybody seems to be getting this case wrong. The only sensible proposal to come out of this is for more gun control, say of automatic weapons maybe? The rest of the proposals make no sense. I will list them below. We need to focus more on the treatment of the mentally ill! A favorite of the gun nuts, they use this to deflect attention from a society packed to the gills with high-powered weapons. Their line – Guns don’t kill people, crazy people kill people! Some of the truly insane proposals that have followed have been along the lines of that anyone who has ever been prescribed a psychiatric drug, been in therapy or sought help for a mental illness be prevented from owning a gun.

  1. He was sad.
  2. He was bad.
  3. He was way, way too shy.
  4. He wasn’t getting any sex, but that’s not in the DSM yet.
  5. Foremost, he had a completely lousy, malignant personality which at the end of the day is why he went on his spree.

Main problem here. Eliot Rodger wasn’t crazy! He wasn’t nuts, loony, mentally ill or any of that. What was he? First of all, he was sad. That’s called depression and it’s not insanity. A quarter of the country is probably depressed. Second, he was bad. Eliot Rodger was simply a bad person. Most of his problems were flowing from his personality disorder, Narcissistic Personality Disorder. But people on Axis 2 (personality disorders) are not crazy. What is wrong with them? They are sick, twisted, and warped. They have lousy personalities. At their core, they have what we might call a bad character. In other words, they are simply bad people. Most, but not all people with Axis 2 stuff are lousy people or annoying idiots, and quite a few of them are out and out bad people. Lousy human beings. Jerks. Tools. You get the picture. Since Rodger was not nuts, there was nothing that the mental health system could do for him. He had some problems for which he was seeking help, but those problems were not due to mental illness. They were due to excessive shyness, extreme social inhibition and social phobia. None of these things mean you are crazy. They are more or less just what I might call “problems in living.” Some people get themselves worked into such a state of extreme shyness that it is just not healthy. But that doesn’t mean they are nuts. What does it mean? It means they are way, way too shy. That’s all. Yes he wasn’t getting any sex. I suppose a lot of guys who are not getting any sex show up for therapy. There is not mental illness called No Sex Disorder. If you’re getting laid, that doesn’t automatically mean you are nuts. What does it mean? It means you aren’t getting laid. That’s what it means. Last of all, he was bad. Most people even with that malign Axis 2 disorder do not do the things that he did. Eliot had grown to hate first females, then men who were successful with women, and lastly just about everyone in the whole world. He didn’t care about their lives anymore and he fantasized all the time about murdering them, torturing them, slowly peeling their skins off, etc. Although he started out as an empathetic youngster, the constant rejection hardened him, turned him misanthropic and led to him to lose empathy for much of humankind. His heart was full of hate for the world and he wanted to destroy as much of humanity as he could. Does that  mean you are crazy? Not necessarily. Just because you shot up a shopping meal doesn’t automatically mean you are nuts. What does it mean. It means you were very, very angry. You were also probably extremely sad, possibly suicidal. Last, it means you were a very bad person. You hated the whole world, and you had no empathy for anyone in it. In short, a person like that is evil. Probably at one time, they were not evil, but life circumstances had turned them into monsters. The suggestions don’t make sense. You already can’t get a gun if you have been hospitalized for mental illness here in California. Further restrictions on the “mentally ill” people’s right to own a gun are silly and probably won’t pass anyway. The feminists are ranting and raving about misogyny. “Misogyny! Misogyny! Misogyny! Misogyny! Misogyny! Misogyny!” they scream. Their argument is that the US is a horribly misogynistic society. But it isn’t. It is probably one of the least misogynistic societies on Earth. Yes there are misogynists, but these guys exist everywhere. Do the feminists really think that jumping up and down yelling “Misogyny!” is going to make all these ugly misogynistic men think twice about their mindset and quit hating women? I doubt it. I can see the feminists raiding the incel forums now. “You are misogynists!” They scream. “Yeah we are. What about it, cunts?” the incels reply. “Stop being misogynistic! It’s evil!” they scream. “No it isn’t. What’s evil is women. And by the way, fuck off bitches and go away.” I don’t think all this screaming about misogyny is going to have much of an effect. It would be nice if it did. The feminists are also ranting about entitlement! Why, Eliot Rodger felt entitled to have sex with women, they screech. No man is entitled to have sex with any of us ever! they howl. I can see the incels replying, “Ok so what you bitches are saying is you have the right to deny any of us sex with a year, a decade, multiple decades or even a lifetime. If we never get lucky, too bad. We need to die virgins then. Women have the right to hold out on us forever.” “Yes that’s right,” the harpies shriek, “You only get sex when we feel like giving it to, which might  just be never, who knows! You are not entitled bla bla.” I simply cannot see this argument going over with the incels. Are they supposed to be overjoyed that women deny them sex for months, years, or even decades? This is all perfectly cool – it’s no problem? The incels and most men are not going to find that argument to be persuasive. In fact all it will do is make them mad. “Ok so really we have no right to sex, then. Well, guess what? Fuck you bitches.” There is a lot of ranting about the Manosphere, the PUA Zone, MRA’s and whatnot for fostering a culture of misogyny. There were plenty of misogynists before there was an Internet. This stuff is as old as Adam and Eve, that stupid bitch. Sure the Manosphere is a hateful, ugly, vicious place where hypermasculine tools tromp all over women and the 8 In fact the misogyny and male strutting is so awful that I can barely stand to read those sites. That stuff is so unpleasant and makes me so unpleasant that I usually have to leave. So all of these ugly sites are now going to introduce a “no misogyny” policy? Forget it, ain’t going to happen. First of all, they would have to ban 8 Nothing good is going to come of this terrible act by a sad and evil man. It’s just another sad chapter in our lives, and that’s all you can say about it. That, and you ain’t seen the end of this. I am afraid there will be more Elliot Rodgers. Which is terrible. And sad.

Incel Rage at UC Santa Barbara

In a repeat of the George Sodini incel rampage against young women at a health spa, another incel, this one named Elliot Rodger, went on a mass shooting spree, targeting not only young women (he specifically targeted beautiful blonds from the hottest sorority (the one with the best women) on campus but also men and really whoever was in his way.

He started his rampage by murdering his three Chinese exchange student roommates with a knife. He apparently stabbed them while they were sleeping.

He then planned to lure people to his apartment and slowly torture them to death. Then he would chop off their heads. After a few days of this, he would begin his rampage by heading to that sorority house of that hottest sorority mentioned earlier.

He knocked on the door to try to get in so he could slaughter the women inside, but he was not allowed in. He then walked around to the backyard of the house where there were some beautiful young women hanging out. He aimed his weapon and shot two of the women dead. Then he walked into a pizza joint, pointed his gun at the man behind the counter, and shot him dead too.

After that, Rodger climbed into his fancy BMW and started driving around the area, shooting randomly at various young people here and there. The police were on their way so he accelerated away. He took a handful of prescription pills, pointed the gun at his head and pulled the trigger.

He left a number of videos on Youtube and a 141 page manifesto which I have not read in full. It could have been titled, “My Lousy Life.”

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One of the videos shows him in the drivers’ seat of his vehicle narrating to the camera. He tells how he is going to go on his spree and his motivation for doing so. He lets out a small evil laugh at several points in the diatribe.

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His Youtube channel with many of his videos can be found here.

His stated reason for the mass shooting was that girls and women had been shining him on and blowing him off most of his life. Boys and men had not treated him much better. At age 22, he had never had a date nor kissed a girl even once. He wanted sex, but there had never been any females out there who had shown the slightest interest in him.

He had been diagnosed as having “High functioning Asperger’s,” which seems about right. He seems strangely unemotional in the video. Looking at him in the video, I must say he is a very good-looking young man. He also has delicate features and is quite soft and wimpy if not out and out effeminate.

There have been stupid suggestions in the media that he was gay. However, reading through his manifesto, it is clear that he is fully heterosexual and is not the slightest bit gay. He was also the son of a Hollywood film director. He had lived well, regularly flying all over the world, driving expensive cars and wearing designer clothes and sunglasses. He lived in a fancy part of LA.

Many people are giving him diagnoses of sociopath, psychopath and Antisocial Personality Disorder. None of those are correct, however he has a strong sense of entitlement, jealousy and envy such that a diagnosis of Narcissistic Personality Disorder seems appropriate.

Many suggest that the guy was obviously psycho and this is why females had nothing to do with him. I doubt that very much. Instead, I think he was simply coming across as a weird, socially awkward Aspie type. Women hate weird nerdy types, and it is quite common for these guys to go without sex, love, or female affection for a very long time. Apparently females rejected him so much for so long that he started hating them. It’s not right, but it’s understandable. You hit a man enough times, and he just might start hitting back.

On feminist sites, much space is expended about how misogynistic this fellow was. Well, he hated women very much, it is true. But why was that? Wasn’t it because females had been rejecting him and treating him like crap his whole life? Misogyny doesn’t necessarily spring from a vacuum you know.

Most of the comments on feminist and blue pill sites are stupid. He felt entitled to sex. Most males do nowadays. Feminists love to say that no man on Earth is entitled to sex. This is an interesting attitude because it seems to imply that there are some men who will be rejected so much by women that they may be long-term virgins or may live very barren and sexless lives, and feminists say that this is just fine and dandy.

A lot of men in the cockfest called China are going through the same thing, and predictably, we are seeing 40 year old Chinese male virgins going berserk with axes and bulldozers and slaughtering anything in their path, even little children.

Sex is a part of life. Feminists deny this and apparently state that some males are so weird and socially awkward that they deserve to be denied sex with years, decades or possibly for life. Perhaps this is so. Most men will be subjected to such a treatment will not flip out and shoot up the mall. But a small percentage of them will.

After the George Sodini shooting, I predicted that there would be more of these incel guys going berserk like this, and I caught a lot of crap for writing that. Not because it’s a good thing, or because the bitches deserve it, or men have a right to kill women when the guy isn’t getting any, but just because it all figures. You deny young men sex for long periods of time, and some of them are going to snap and start shooting women or couples. That just logically follows from long-term incel in a few guys who can’t take it anymore.

The SPLC has a big write-up in which they tell how Rodger frequented sites called PUAHate and Bodybuilding.com. I have spent time on both of these sites.

The bodybuilder site is just a site where young men with an interest in lifting weights get together to discuss this, that, or whatever. It is misogynistic or dicky only in the sense that a lot of masculine young men are assholey and have misogynistic tendencies. In other words, it’s a site full of normal masculine young men. Rodger made many a creepy or scary post there to which there was little in the way of alarmed responses.

PUAHate is smeared by the feminist SPLC as a site for failed pick-up artists. That is not really true and it is a slur. Most men who attempt to be pickup artists are going to fail at the task, so it is no insult to fail at such a thing which is attainable by only a small elite of men.

Instead, PUAHate is a site for mostly young men, often incel, who are failing to attract female company, love, or sex, are very lonely and angry about this, and are venting. Quite a few of them sunk a lot of cash into PUA programs run by PUA con-artists. They got nothing out of these expensive sessions, and they are very mad.

Rodger states some truisms in his manifesto. He states that it is 10X worse to be insulted by a female than it is to be insulted by a male. This is correct and I have experienced this many times.

He is also correct that mass rejection over time can lead to a feeling of rage. I actually went through a phase at one very bad point in my life that was like this, so I agree that this is true also.

He also says repeatedly that nice guys finish last, and females don’t like nice guy types. There is actually something to this of course, and in his case, he added wimpiness/effeminacy to the toxic brew. I know this because I went through an unfortunate nice guy phase where I was being friendzoned by every young woman within a 5 mile radius and I must say, it is a frustrating feeling.

Nice guys can do all right, but they need good game, and it helps to have a bit of bastard in you too. Rodger says that young females flock to obnoxious brutes and ignore nice guys like him. This truism has been stated many times, and of course there is something to it. I have done pretty well with females in my life, so I assume I must have some obnoxious brute in me somewhere.

I would say that the real take-home point here is to try to be more obnoxious or brutal or better yet combine the two, and then the chicks ought to start rolling in. I need to up my obnoxious brute game myself, come to think of it.

The entire MRA/PUA movement is being attacked and blamed by feminists/Blue Pillers over this guy’s freakout. Indeed, his mindset is similar to that seen often in the Manosphere and on PUA sites. Frankly, the over the top misogyny on MRA and PUA sites disgusts me and makes me not want to identify with these movements. Are these sites feeding the rage of these guys?

Not sure, it is hard to say, but you can’t shut them down. To the extent that these sites are typically insanely misogynistic, and this guy had become an extreme misogynist as well, the sites were simply feeding into feelings he was already experiencing anyway. This is sort of like racist sites. Only racists go to racist sites. If you are not racist to start with, you don’t hang out there. Sure, racists find an outlet for their racism on these sites. Do the sites rev up their racism and make them even more angry? Who knows?

At the risk of having a feminist suicide bomber attack me, I would also note that this story is a prime example of why more young women need to start giving out mercy fucks. Some on ladies, take one for the team! The life you save may be your own!

Movie About Incels

Here. It is called Shy Boys: IRL. This documentary was made as a student film by a young female film student. I actually thought it was pretty well done. She goes out to find and interview some guys from one of the most notorious incel sites on the Net. Basically, of these guys are young men who have never kissed a female, never been on a date, and needless to say, never been laid. One guy had had a girlfriend in high school (we meet her at the end of the movie) but apparently he was too shy to do anything with her. All of these guys are shy, some of them extremely shy. What you get off of all of these guys is overwhelming nice guy syndrome and passivity. I would say wimpiness, but I am trying to be kind. Most if not all of these guys seem like very good people. They just can’t get laid is all. This movie shows why it is true that “nice guys finish last.” It’s well known that women, especially young women, love bastards and even criminals, and they often treat nice guys like dirt. Men who are seen as wimpy or pussy are treated with particular contempt. There is a lot of talk about this movie on Tumblr, and the conversation is very depressing. Most of the women are feminists, and they are raking these poor shmucks over the coals, accusing them of being dangerous and of misogyny. Really, there is very little misogyny in this movie, and considering the contempt with which females have treated these guys, what is amazing is more their relative lack of misogyny than anything else. These guys simply don’t do aggression and they certainly don’t violence. They are nice guys with a capital N. Any aggression is directed inwards at themselves if it exists at all. There are many scenes of the guys together, and they are all very nice to each other. You don’t sense any hostility at all towards the other men. They’re basically the nicest guys in the whole world. They are not dangerous in any way, shape or form, but women always think that sexual losers are dangerous “creeps,” while they swarm all over the truly dangerous men and serial killers in prison get sacks full of mail from adoring women. The men on Tumblr are hardly kinder. These are “feminist men” who are lining up with the feminist women to pile on these poor shmucks. All of the men on Tumblr are ripping these guys into a thousand pieces. I will always support my fellow males when it comes down to men versus women. In the case of the incels, I can either line up with these evil bitches or I can feel sympathy for these forlorn souls, trying to get laid as best they can. In cases like this, it will always be bros before hos. I am with the men and against their enemies!

Women Can Get Sex Anytime They Want; Men Can’t

A female friend of mine is surprised that there are young, intelligent, single guys who aren’t getting any. But this is the typical line of women. They always assume that guys can get laid anytime they want to, and they are amazed that there are any guys who aren’t getting any, or who haven’t gotten any in some time.

This is because a single, attractive woman has guys after her all the time. She can get laid anytime she wants to. I have been told that even homely and heavy women can more or less get laid anytime they want to, if they want to lower their standards enough. This is because guys always want to fuck, and a lot of guys will just fuck anything. My neighborhood is full of heavy and homely women, some very homely and very heavy, sometimes both. They’ve more or less all got men, and the ones that don’t have men seem to be doing without by choice.

Lots of guys can’t get women or can hardly get a woman. Of all ages. It’s more or less normal for single guys in general. This whole idea that any single guy can get laid any time he wants to is insane.

I know a lot of guys who have gone years without so much as having a date. Good looking, intelligent guys with good jobs of all ages ranging from 23-50. And a lot of single guys go on long dry spells. I know a 52 year old virgin. In my old town, it was well known that there were some guys, not gay, who had never been seen with a woman in a 15-20 year period.

Now some of these guys are kind of weird, angry, or shy, but some of are none of the above.

I’m not surprised that some commenters on this site are having a hard time getting women. That’s just normal to me.

Women don’t give it up that easily, and they usually want something in return. The ~1

The fact that guys just can’t get it any old time in general like women can is why guys just say the Hell with it and get married. Men claim they marry for love, but really they marry for sex. Steady, reliable, no hassle, regular sex. You don’t have to worry about it anymore. It’s right there in your bed every night, and all you have to do is ask.

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Who Doesn't Like to Have Sex? Lots of People

In response to the Black People Like to Fuck post, tulio notes:

Who the hell doesn’t like to fuck. Isn’t mating nature’s strongest instinct? If we didn’t all get horny and like fucking we’d be extinct eons ago.

First of all the observation of disgusted European explorers was not that Blacks liked to fuck, but they were just too into it and obsessed with it. From Shakespeare’s time on at least, there is a long European intellectual tradition acknowledging that White people do indeed like to fuck. Actually, lots of people don’t like to fuck. Especially after they get older. It’s a notorious problem in females. ~4 Around age 35, especially after they have had a few kids, a lot of women become sexophobes and start hating sex. The overt sexophobes are most prominent between ages of 35-45. I have met a few of them myself. They openly told me that they did not like sex. All of them were married and had had a few kids. At least one was good looking. Why their husbands put up with this is a mystery. I had a girlfriend recently who was 50 years old. She told me that all or nearly all of her old friends from high school had recently confessed to her that they never liked sex. They had put up with it with their husbands long enough to have some kids, then they had basically stopped doing it. The only reason they did it was to keep him happy and make some babies. When the kids grew, they more or less quit doing it and felt a lot better. My girlfriend was a sex-lover (At age 50, she even masturbated regularly, which seems odd for that age), and she was mystified and stunned by her friends’ revelations. It is very common for men to complain of lack of sex, especially after about 7 years of marriage. This is the so called 7 year itch problem dealt with in movies. Some guys are making women sign pre-nups agreeing to sex 3 times a week or so. At the point the woman is not living up to her duties, he has a right to leave her no problem. The women sign the agreement on the dotted line like good girls. More pre-nups like this! There are indeed men who do not like sex. A woman I dated had a husband like that. The guy only wanted sex about once a month or so, if that. For the first 6 months of their marriage, it had been non-stop sex, then it all ended. As a result of that and her very high sex drive (confirmed by me in a number controlled experiments), she had been having a series of affairs since the first year of her marriage. The guy had been “molested” by his sister repeatedly as a boy and was seriously fucked in the head as a result, apparently permanently. She still loved the guy, so she would not leave him.

Poonicaid – The Right to Sex Under Socialism

Ferdinand Bardamu has the details. I agree completley.

This would be the anthem of my socialist state (apologies to Bob Dylan):

Well, they’ll ball ya when you’re trying to be so good They’ll lay ya just a-like they said they would They’ll screw ya when you’re tryin’ to go home Then they’ll fuck ya when you’re there all alone But I would not feel so all alone Everybody must get boned

Well, they’ll beat ya when you’re walkin’ ’long the street They’ll jerk ya when you’re tryin’ to keep your seat They’ll bone ya when you’re walkin’ on the floor They’ll ball ya when you’re walkin’ to the door But I would not feel so all alone Everybody must get boned

They’ll fellate ya when you’re at the breakfast table They’ll masturbate ya when you are young and able They’ll fuck ya when you’re tryin’ to make a buck They’ll suck ya and then they’ll say, “good luck” Tell ya what, I would not feel so all alone Everybody must get boned

Well, they’ll hump you and say that it’s the end Then they’ll jack you and then they’ll come back again They’ll lick you when you’re riding in your car They’ll bang you when you’re playing your guitar Yes, but I would not feel so all alone Everybody must get boned

Well, they’ll bone you when you walk all alone They’ll bone you when you are walking home They’ll finger you and then say you are brave They’ll ride you when you are set down in your grave But I would not feel so all alone Everybody must get boned

Where Do Anxiety Disorders Fit in on the Alpha – Beta – Omega Continuum?

I asked this question of Ferdinand Bardamu, the fine blogger at In Mala Fide. I work as a therapist/counselor for mentally ill people, but I mostly only deal with anxiety disorders and in particular OCD which I am something of an expert on.

Anyway, I got to thinking where OCD behavior is on the Alpha -Beta – Omega spectrum. On thing is for sure, it can definitely turn women off. I know guys with this illness who have not had sex in 20 years. Depending on the nature of the obsessions, it can really be a woman repellent and lead to a lot of avoidance. I’ve also noticed that a lot of these guys seem to have issues with occasional and sometimes longer-lasing impotence. That seems to go along with the anxiety stuff.

I also noticed that some of these guys have girlfriends. Some of them are getting a lot of sex too. Some are deeply depressed, even suicidal. Others complain to their girlfriends all the time that they are worried that they are child molesters, even though they are not. Incredibly, their women put up with this, love them dearly, stick by them through thick and thin, and even give them lots of sex. Some of the women are pretty good looking too.

I’m no stranger to the type of behavior these guys are engaging in, though I’m over much of it as I age. My experience was that depression and anxiety were serious killers for relationships with women. My anxiety and depression aroused nothing but contempt and raging hatred. It’s true that some of them felt sorry for me too, and there were a lot of good times in there, but I came away with a bad taste in my mouth.

My questions to Ferdinand were whether this was Beta or Omega behavior on the part of the guys, and how it was possible that these guys had hot, horny, loving women who put up with this shit.

Ferdinand:

The easiest way to think of the Alpha-Beta-Omega spectrum is like this:

Alpha – inherently attractive to women Beta – neither attractive nor repulsive to women Omega – inherently repulsive to women

Betas are like your average guy – a few issues maybe, but they can function on a day to day basis and are more or less normal. I’d say 60-80 percent of men are beta. Omegas are like homeless bums or ultra-dorky World of Warcraft shut-ins with hygiene issues – people on the margins of society and are pretty much loathed by everyone.

I’d say having extreme, crippling anxiety when women are around (as opposed to the normal anxiety that most guys have) is Omega. Basically any trait that would impede not only getting with women but just being a functioning, social human being is Omega. For more info, you might want to read this blog.

The guy who writes it describes himself as an Omega and has more first-hand knowledge of social dysfunction then I do.

As for how some of ’em have girlfriends, it may be because they have other redeeming attributes that balance out their issues. There’s a class of girls who would be attracted to a guy like that because they view him as a “project” and think they can fix him with their love or something. Of course, they have to be attracted to him to begin with.

And there are some chicks who like wimpy guys. Outliers, but they exist. I was in college when the whole emo fad was starting to get big. One of my roommates was a whiny little bitch who was emo to a tee – lispy voice, effeminate manner and dress, complained all the time. Only thing he didn’t do was slit his wrists. He basically had a rotating harem of three or four girls for the months that I knew him. Some girls just find that shit cute. Don’t know why.

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The Sexual Marketplace for a 50 Year Old Man

I’m 52. At my age, almost everyone is fat. Further, I can’t really get hot chicks anymore like I used to be able to. Maybe the hot ones my age, (Yes! There are some very hot women over 50, and even over 55!) but they are very hard to get, and you’re fighting all the other guys for them anyway so it’s almost not worth it. Plus all the hotties my age all want money bigtime, I mean bigtime. I dated one a while back, and she kindly let me go telling me I didn’t make enough money.

There’s not an incredible amount of competition. Keep in mind at my age 2

A lot of married couples my age, at least the White ones, have simply given up on sex. The typical line is that the White women put up with sex for years until she had her kids, then she pretty much gave it up after 35 or so, and the guys didn’t really complain, just got fat, drank beer, competed in the workplace instead, or watched football, all the while bragging to us single guys how great the married life was and when am I going to take the plunge like they did? How bout never , tools!

The young women who do like me are often at best average, or fat. If you can get an average young woman at my age, you are doing great. Forget all the hotties you got when you were young. That’s over forever. The only guys who have a chance with them are guys who have money and or fame or power. Even then, it might be a bit of a tough sell.

So if you’re going to be picky like you were when you were younger at my age, you are simply getting no sex at all, period.

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