Gerald Celente has been a favorite of mine for a while but I don’t always follow him because he’s redundant. He’s awake, he’s been telling the truth as he sees it, and he’s been warning people.

A typical gold bug, he’s been telling everyone to invest. If you pay attention to finance, the big news lately (besides the Euro farce) has been the bankruptcy and liquidation of MF Global. JP Morgan has stepped in front of the line to get theirs. Millions of dollars are missing and not one perp does the fucking walk.

The SEC – yeah yeah. The CFTC – you gotta be kidding right? No, if your name is Corzine you can glide your golden parachute off to grifter nirvana. So guess what? The old gold bug Celente got MFed in the ass. The sad thing is that Gerald, unlike other players in the commodity game, was planning on taking delivery. When was the last time you heard of that? How many people not in industry actually take delivery of West Texas Crude, pork bellies, soybean meal, or a fucking half-ton of bauxite? Computer algorithms for the giant squid ain’t gonna do it – that I guarantee.

It’s sad how the average schmuck on the street doesn’t get it. You, the American consumer, are getting MFed in the ass too. It’s called inflation. Classic Keynesian econ horn-blowers scream that if the consumer knows his dollar is going to be worth fifty cents tomorrow, then he’ll spend it today before it’s devalued. If you’re part of the investor class that makes sense. What they don’t account for is that the little guy is living day-to-day. Where’s that extra 50% coming from you grifter MF, huh?

On top of that, news has come out that has blown my socks off, although it shouldn’t have. Turns out that Congress is exempt from insider trading rules. That’s right, the people who were supposed to protect the American consumer were actively betting against the Republic they swore to protect. They shorted the populace that, like a bunch of sheeple, keep voting them into office. If you vote for a Democrat or a Republican you’re a sucker, straight up. You’re a masochist that likes getting buggered out like a cheap bowery tart for another sip of bathtub gin.

It’s in your face and it’s only getting worst; that’s if you’re paying attention. My advice to you – batten down the hatches and sit it out. You deserve better. Get some coins, food, water, purifiers, firearms, warm clothes, some rubbers, dope, and booze. Americans love their dope and booze. Get a case of Evan Williams with the little piece of paper guaranteeing the seal. Get some White Widow or Purple Haze seeds and half a pound of schwag. It will pay off. I prefer Super Skunk myself. What can I say, I’m old school. When times get tough, the tough get inebriated.

Gerald Celente is a guy I can drink a beer with. I like Yankees in small doses. They share my love of trash talk, pussy, finance, and expletives. Gerald has the cap to invest in delivery of bullion. I don’t. He got MFed. He’ll not be the last. The Bernake is already MFing pensioners through inflation. So much for the boomers and the Greatest Gen.

Don’t worry, they’ll throw another war against the Persians and Syrians to winnow out the 99%. Don’t be a sucker. Revolution is coming. It might not be tomorrow but I’d put a long on it if I had the cap.

If it lasts, me and my crew will be in NYC on Jan 28 for Motorhead and Megadeth – c’mon down and play. My boy Billy always gets laid at MD shows – you should too.

Welcome to Fascist America. Papers please!

What me worry?

It’s all starting to mesh.

The American Dream Blog for the most part focused on the decline of Americans’ standard of living. It’s been primarily economic and focuses on what you would call NWO conspiracy oriented issues: Al Qaeda is now in charge of Libya, breaking through the left-right paradigm, what the hell is in the food your eating, Big Brother is watching, etc. This recent article has brought the conspiracy theory/9/11 truth/NWO movement into the men’s rights advocacy, game, and Men Going Their Own Way realm of the discussion. Alex Jones piggy-backed off the article.

So how does this all tie together?

I’m not going to go through and dissect the article and tear apart the author, although I do prod the fucker every once in a while. You hear a lot of the same themes that run through these kinds of articles – lamentation and shaming techniques. It’s nothing new. America’s young men are beer-drinking skirt chasers, as if there is something wrong with that. At least the piece points out the fact that every PUA and MRA knows already – if you’ve a penis, the system is stacked against you legally. There is no need to go over the same old played out scenarios.

It’s all the same really. Although there are a lot of blogs that focus entirely on one aspect of our current social scene (game, prepping, MGTOW), it’s all really the many different heads of the same hydra. You can call it what you want to: the Matrix, the System, the Control Grid, the Devil’s Messiah, the Man, or the New World Order. It’s all pretty much the same thing.

If you’re into getting out/off the matrix and are new to this, I’ve got some advice – don’t cry over spilled milk. Marriage isn’t the new lost cause. I had a chica give me the ole Peter Pan treatment a week ago. Tomorrow I’m hitting up another. If a broad starts giving you shit, throw up two fingers and book – deuces bitch! Don’t play another man’s game. Get your own and enjoy it. Here’s Reggie to talk some sense into you.

A better name for this post would be trying to be relevant. That’s all these cats are up to in Kwanzaa Park here in Richmond. They do have something that appeals to me from a larger perspective – wage slavery.

Now I can’t say this for sure, but I have it on good grounds that these fuckers stank! Personally I don’t have the time to ask someone why he’s pissy or his life sucks; there’s bigger fish to fry. If they truly wanted to, they’d walk down to the rocks or Brown’s Island with a bar of soap. Lord knows where they’re taking a shit? Oh yeah…nevermind.

It’s only time before Occupy the Nuthouse gets taken over like the Teabaggers were – two fronts for two wings of the same buzzard. If they had balls – or the numbers – they’d march on the Fed of Richmond over the bridge.

I foresee this getting nasty. Actually, I’m hoping it does. It’s not that enough people aren’t hacked off to the point of violence – it’s that not enough people are unemployed yet. The social safety net has kept the wolves at bay…for a while. That and the fact that the Man isn’t above a few agent provocateurs.

Destroying a building really isn’t that hard if someone was so inclined. First, one would have to acquire a few white phosphorus grenades, I’d say six for a building that has thirty floors or more. Second, the alarm systems must be turned off. Third, the said blighter breaks into the establishment. He then goes to the top of the building and lights off three. He then heads out of the building as has as he can, leaving the last three halfway down. Trust me, they’ll do the trick. I’m not advocating this, I’m just saying.

We’ll all have to wait and see if they turn up the heat on the streets of the West. My word on the Occupy the USSA – follow the money. I’m waiting for this shit.

Cross-posted at At Liberty at Leisure.

Recently, I’ve been posting about the way technology has been affecting our lives in a negative way. Our social interactions have suffered as a consequence of social networking, Twatter, cell phones, and a myriad of other gadgets. Now science is proving me right.

The study says:

Earlier this year, scientists revealed that gadgets are such an important part of our lives that we suffer withdrawal symptoms similar to a drug addict who cannot get a fix.

I don’t know how much this scientific research cost, but I could’ve saved the Tommies a few quid with a little bit of common sense. You can do this too. Go to any busy McDonald’s at noon. It doesn’t matter where the McDonalds is for the most part. You’ll see the same thing in rural areas but only to a lesser extent. What is it you’re looking for? I think you know. That’s right – people are not talking to one another, they’re texting, e-mailing, and Twatting.

Yesterday, I saw a fleece officer riding down the road looking at his department issued laptop; the same people who lock up teenagers for texting while driving. This morning, waiting for a cup of joe, I tried striking up a conversation with others in line. Short answers were all that I got and it wasn’t long before they were all texting. No one in line was under thirty. My breath doesn’t stink either.

God help us if Obama Debt Laden or some other terrorist mercenary should set off an EMP pulse over ‘Merica. Many people wouldn’t make it. It would be tough for me too. I’m no Davy Crockett but at least I’d not suffer Internet withdrawal.

It all works out in the end. Peace out!

Originally published at At Liberty at Leisure on July 23, 2011.

Word on the street in the RIC is dog’s breakfast. A few bloggers sent me some feedback asking me to back my numbers. We can crunch them all you want, but who has all the time for all that? So go and do the next best thing – ask the man on the street what he thinks.

This might be old hat to most people, but I had no I idea that they sold vats full of beer now. What is this where they give you a huge water bong with a tap on the bottom full of booze?

So I put it to Tony from Philly with the bong full of brew. He owns a construction company and he agreed with me. He gave me some nasty cheese too. That smelly stuff that floats around the bottom is an eye opener. The reason Tony was questioned comes from simple logic. If a man can sit at a bar and drink a vat of beer, he really doesn’t need to work. He also looked like an old fart wiseguy, and he was. He agreed with me and took it further. The Mafia looks like a bunch of choir boys compared to Wall Street.

So go out there and ask business guys if I’m right or wrong. Make sure they’re over 50.

Word on the street in the RIC is trim. There’s plenty to be had if you play your cards right. When you read this, raise your hand if you’ve heard too many complaints about women lately! Yes there are hard times out there on the market…for some. Here’s how you avoid them:

Don’t get married and don’t have kids. Get a rolodex and spend the rest of your life trying to fill it up with hos’ numbers. It’s as simple as that. Your wallet and your dick will thank you – but that’s neither here nor there.

In closing, a word or two needs to be said about music today – it blows. I don’t know what they call this…drivel? It’s for pussies – straight up! I’ve never heard grown men whine like they do on these pissy little ditties; yet I see the muscle heads rockin’ em like it was legit? Really? Seriously? Give a pass to the foreigners for digging it, they don’t know any better. For some reason, I think there’s still some red blood out there.

Peace out, bitches!

Originally published at At Liberty at Leisure on June 29, 2011.

People often ask me where I’m coming from. “Where do you get these crackpot ideas Nick? How did you come up with all of this? Where is your information?” In turn I ask, “Why do you believe the way you do?”

This is why I like In Mala Fide. We don’t all agree. I’m on the right side, but would take offense at being called a Republican. Surely there are many on the left who feel the same way. We here in the Liberty Movement are for personal freedom, as long as you don’t infringe on another’s rights.

We’ve come to a point where many are starting to awaken to the problem. What is the problem? The problem is that the world is controlled by monied interests and has been since Babylon. If you don’t know who runs the planet, there’s a great article by Dean Henderson called “The Federal Reserve Cartel.” It explains everything to the layman. I don’t agree with all of his points, but at least he knows who’s calling the shots. The true liberals know who the banksters are, as do the true conservatives.

What the left and right disagree on is blank slate vs anti-blank slate theory. In other words, we know who’s sodomizing us but we can’t agree on what to do about it. Let’s take a good look at two of the best know documentaries put out by each camp.

Most of you are familiar with the Zeitgeist documentaries by Peter Joseph. The Zeitgeist movies are clear examples of blank slate theory. Humans are blank slates that are products of our environments. Peter Joseph knows who the gang banksters are, and he knows damn well how they operate. His solutions are where people start to differ. The reason is because he is coming from a blank slate mindset. In case you haven’t seen the Zeitgeist movies, I suggest you watch them all and take them for what they’re worth. He does have many good points. If we used our technology and resources to full capacity, we’d not have to work for a living. If they can put a man on the moon, they can make a road that lasts 50 years. There’re Roman roads still in use today.

On the other side, you have guys like Ed Griffin and Brandon Smith. Under his previous name (Giordano Bruno), Smith had a video called Sons of Darkness, Sons of Light on NeitherCorpsPress. You can watch it there. Anti blank slate theory is basically anti-collectivism. This camp is where you will also find many game gurus. Roissy has built up a very large following do to the flaws in blank slate/collectivist/feminist philosophy. Most of game is nothing more than blowback from the this school of thought.

Here’s the problem with both sides – they’re both right and they’re both wrong. While they fight over the details, they ignore the banksters who set up the chess board to begin with. While they both know who the true enemy is, they can’t readily attack the banksters. One: they don’t have the resources. Two: they both know that the odds are stacked against them, so they turn and fight each other. Three: most of the time they’re being financed by the banksters themselves. Did you know that the Internet was designed to transmit communications in the event of thermonuclear warfare, or perhaps you thought some dork in Silicon Valley dreamed it up in his basement?

It’s like Hitler vs Stalin. (Forgive me for using these played out clichés.) Both were dedicated socialist dictators. Both acknowledged who their true enemy was (is). Both were financed by the true enemy (the Anglo-American banking cartel). Isn’t it ironic that the Germans and Russians slaughtered themselves at the behest of an Austrian and a Georgian? Who really won the war – it was the assholes who made a killing financing all sides of the Second World War.

We have reached a similar point in the West. The blank slaters argue that the difference between race and sex is nothing more than learned behavior. The anti blank slaters argue that the differences are transparent. Both use science to back up their arguments. Both know the enemy who has them at each other’s throats. To prevent them from banding together against them, the gang banksters use their Muslim mercenaries to unite the sheeple under a common cause, survival. They also use their most powerful weapons against us, economic and spiritual warfare.

This is the state of fear that I fight. I fight it on a personal and community level. I’m no different from you. I’m no tough guy, guru, or hero. Everytime I point a finger at you, three more point back at me. I don’t have an answer for you. What works for me might not work for you. I can tell you this – when they try to pit us against each other LOOK OUT! We’re both about to be motherfucked. I can’t tell you how this is going to all end; I’m no prophet. God willing I can tell you how I will, CONTENT!

Don’t sail away on the USS Goodship Lollipop. Don’t be a sucker. Don’t wind up like the victims of wars past – beshovelled, broken, and living off of refuge and rats.

On this we agree. Refuse Resist!

Originally published at At Liberty at Leisure on June 9, 2011.

It’s easy to point out problems. Everyone has them. What are you going to do about them though? I’ve recently asked myself that very question.

Are you someone who believes that he can change, or do you pessimistically believe that there’s nothing you can do to improve yourself? “This is how I am so I might as well accept it!” Heard it before, said it before. Politics and economics aren’t easily changed, but we are. We can all disagree on politics, philosophy, economics, feminism, the NWO et cetera. The road goes on forever. What about being healthy? No one wants to be unhealthy right? Have you ever said to yourself, ‘”I want to be a fatass and die of emphysema”?

Meditation, fasting, and exercise can help you in many ways. Although meditation takes practice, you can start fasting and exercising today. My problem is that I am on the Internet too much, too fat, and too damn lazy. These problems seem to go hand in hand. Seeing how many will read this on the internet, I don’t think it’s too much of a stretch to say that I’m not alone.

I have found that when a group participates, it is much easier to reach a common goal.

So, I put forth a challenge. For sixty days, we’re going to have to work our asses off. The goal is to be physically fit. If you’re already fit, you can bulk up or get even healthier. I’m going to offer secondary goals as well.

For me, I am going to be exercising every day while cutting down on my calorie intake. However you do it is up to you.

Primary Goals:

• By the end of the sixty days you should be able to do twenty pull-ups within three minutes, one hundred pushups within two minutes, one hundred sit-ups within two minutes, and complete a three mile run within thirty minutes.
• You should have replaced ten to twenty pounds of fat with muscle by the end of sixty days.

What if you’re already in shape? Well, pick out something that you want to change about yourself. Focus on bad habits that affect your health. Here are my secondary goals: quit smoking, learn some new dance moves, cut out Internet time, approach over 200 girls, and don’t spend any money.

Think of what you’d like to do with your life; be creative. Take up golf, salsa, or midget throwing. Maybe it’s time you stopped chasing the dragon? Perhaps there’s this girl you’ve been wanting to ask out, but you keep chickening out. What’s on your bucket list?

This is a contest. If you want to enter you should contact me and send a picture (no nudity please) along with a report of what you want to accomplish. No pictures will be posted. You don’t have to include your face. You’re going to have to back up your results with evidence. If you learned how to do the mashed potato, you’re going to have to send in a video, or post something on YouTube. The winner will be determined by how much progress has been made by a final report. I have no interest in looking at your man boobs or beer gut, but without pictures, I’ll have nothing to go by. Be honest. I have neither the time or patience to track you down and find out if you’ve been lying to me.

The winner’s story will be posted. In that post, I’ll show the world what can be done in sixty days and tell everyone how you’re a bad-ass mofo for losing that beer gut and learning the Ed Lover Dance. I will leave whether you want your photos published up to you. Think of the rewards in and of themselves. No doubt your love life will improve due to your newfound confidence. You’ll be healthier than you’ve been in years. If that’s not enough for your greedy ass, Roosh has been gracious enough to offer up a free e-book to the winner.

The sixty day challenge will begin on June 6th.

Good luck!

(My heart goes out to the people in the heartland who’ve lost their abodes, livelihoods, and hard earned capital due to tornadoes and flooding. Contact me if you need something. I may be poor, but I’ll scrounge up something of value for dat ass.)

IN THE NEWS:

Radioactive water is spewing into the Pacific from the Fukishima plant, and now Japan is expecting a typhoon. A new delicacy has come out for all the SWPLs to enjoy; it’s called the Fukishima roll. If you think you’ve got the balls to eat a blowfish, the Fukishima roll will knock you out. Japanese scientist are speculating whether or not the radioactivity will bring about a real Godzilla.

Facebook founder Mark Zuckerberg has stated that “he will only put meat in his mouth that he has hunted himself.” Seeing how he attended Harvard, he’ll have plenty of sausage for his grill.

The Department of Transportation has announced that they want to install airline-type black boxes on all new motor vehicles. Why that said department has NOT insisted that motor vehicles be built like black boxes is open to discussion.

Great Britian has come out with a plan to deploy attack helicopters in Libya. This is a continuation of the humanitarian UN Bombing for Peace Mandate – it’s called “Gunships for Prosperity and Freedom.”

President of the USSA Obama debt Laden took a trip to England where he extracted dingleberries from Prince Philip’s arse with his teeth. This was done after he bowed, groveled, and gave assurances to the old Republic’s maternal enemy (the English/German/Rothschild crown) that the States would never stop exporting debt to the PIIGS.

On a side note, Kate Middletown’s younger sister Pippa was spotted in a Paddington flat partaking in absinthe shots and snorting blow off of a Frenchman’s scrotum.

Eric ‘Inaction Jackson’ Holder, head of the Just Us Department, has announced that “he will take serious action against commodity speculation,” as unprecedented margin calls forced the littles out of the market.

The Patriot Act, also known as the “Bend Over and Cough, Prole” bill, was reaffirmed in the USSA Con-Us. President Osama err…Obama is expected to sign it after he finishes negotiating the transfer of California to the IMF for a pack of Kool Lights.

Linebacker Ray Lewis of the Baltimore Rapens has stated that “crime will increase if the NFL lockout cancels the football season.” In his opinion, “they’ll have nothing better to do!” Whether he was referring to the fans or the players, is not known.

Sarah “Who’s Nailin’” Palin has bought a home in Arizona in anticipation of a presidential run. The residence in question is a bank sale signed off from the infamous Linda Green. When asked about the sale, Palin replied, “I welcome all votes, from the Green Party to the Tea Baggers.” Palin has purchased a bus to go around the country, but no one has told her that the Grateful Dead have stopped touring.

There are widespread demonstrations and riots in Greece and Spain. While the AP reports that the unrest is due to the rejection of ass-tear-ity measures, NBC retorts that it is because the rising price of calamari.

The Amerikan debt ceiling was not raised, but Usury Department tax cheat Timmy Geithner avoided default by liquidating pensions from civil servants. When questioned about the use of such extreme measures Timmy replied, “did you see the redneck win on “Amerika’s Got Talent”?”

Fundamentalist Christians were disappointed when the Rapture came and went, but Preacher Harold Camping has admitted that “his numbers might be off because he was publicly educated.”

Oprah Winfrey aired her last show sometime last…emm…does anyone care? She has since retired to a chicken farm in North Carolina, where she will deep fry and eat many birds in favor of consumer protection. You go girl!

Please stayed tuned in for more News from the Front. We’re doing an in-depth investigation as to whether or not Bonesman and former crook Jorge W. Bush is a Reptilian, and his daughters are in fact hybrid drunkard hoochies.

Don’t take the game too seriously.

Peace be with you brothers and sisters, and with you…me.

It all works out in the end.

Originally published at At Liberty at Leisure on May 27, 2011.

This is a world we create, whether we like it or not.

Every day, for as long as I can remember, I’ve had to deal with people who are not awake. People put on their blinders, and choose to live in a world constructed by someone else.

The truth is I was once a true believer, just like the people I try to awaken.

The illusion is seductive and powerful. There are innumerable indulgences within. There’s sex, drugs, wealth, and good times to be had by those who learn to play the game.

I thought I knew.

Then 9-11 came, and with it the war in Iraq. Men I had served with were on televsion, live from Kandahar Airport. Men I knew started coming home in caskets. Years went by.

I had questions that couldn’t be answered by the MSM; so I went to other sources. There it was, plain to see. All the meditations of old came flooding back, along with the cold blooded ruthlessness newly acquired.

It’s a lie, all of it!

That was the beginning of my awakening. This is the truth as I know it. Don’t be a sucker. Don’t play another man’s game.

It has been a long road for me and it hasn’t been easy. We all have our own demons. None of us are pure! I struggle still.

Lately it has been hell on Earth for me.

They’re many now in this fight against the gang-banksters, and their systems of enslavement.

At times, it’s seemed like a fruitless endeavor.

It’s not been easy to see that the US and the world were sold down the river long ago. It’s not been easy, seeing people enslaved by the very institutions that were set up to protect them. It’s not been easy watching the family broken up, in favor of sexual licentiousness. And death, death haunts us all worldwide under perpetual warfare, both physically and spiritually.

At times it has seemed like we were outnumbered a hundred to one. It seemed as though the chips were stacked against us all who fashion themselves free.

No more.

The war is over.

More and more people are hip to the game. The end of their fiat money fractional reserve system is near. Their wars are almost at an end. The perpetual state of fear rings hollow.

Be not afraid of the outcome. Being free of the illusion, we’ve already won no matter the cost!

Yeah, they’ll try some sneaky BS. Maybe they’ll light up NYC or London with a tactical nuke and call it a rag-head dirty bomb. See through it! They might even come up with a new disease that’s spread through kissing, picking your nose, or Pepsi Co. Don’t buy it!

If all else fails and they can’t get the masses to off themselves willingly, they might pull the ultimate card – thermonuclear warfare. Don’t worry! They cannot fully destroy what they didn’t create. And when they come out of their concrete bunkers, they’ll wish they hadn’t; think Mussolini with Sweet Baby Rays. I wonder if the Clintons and Bushes would still taste like cocaine, even if I boiled em for a day or two?

Be prepared. The dirt-bags are cornered, that’s when they’ll fight the hardest. It might be this year, but they’ve no longer than a few years tops.

Should it come, take your medicine like a man. Our forbears were not cowards; be not ashamed to join them. Don’t go out like a punk. It is better to live on your feet, than to die on your knees!

Before that worst case situation should befall us…I’ve got a feeling.

We’re like bad pennies – you try to get rid of us but we keep turning up.

A smart man learns from his mistakes.

A wise man learns from the mistakes of others.

Live not in fear brethren. It all works out in the end.

Peace be with you, and with you my unending love.

We are eternal…

Originally published at At Liberty at Leisure on May 22, 2011.

What is a set? If you’re new to Game or pick-up, pay close attention. The first thing that new guys do is go straight to the local meat market on Saturday night: clubs, bars, and dance halls. This makes sense in that these places are high target venues; the fact that girls are consuming large amounts of alcohol doesn’t hurt either.

Women rarely go out alone. They’re pack animals to begin with, and they also team up with their friends for protection as well. This is what is called a set. The typical set is a two set, i.e. two girls out together. From there, there is a three set, four set, and five set. Approaching more than five girls at once can be done, but it is better to have a wingman with you. Approaching a five set or more alone can get complicated for even the most experienced lothario. The problem is that you have to engage five or more women at once.

One of the most important things, that isn’t emphasized enough in game circles, is the importance of opening a set. When guys first get into pick-up, for whatever reason, they usually strike out big time for one reason alone – they don’t open the set. Instead, I notice that most guys will focus entirely on the girl that they want to close, while ignoring her fat-assed, ugly, or average looking friend(s). It seems that a lot of Game gurus don’t stress this enough, focusing on theory more than on what’s practical. You HAVE to open the full set. If you don’t, you’re just asking to get cockblocked.

Think of it this way. Imagine that you’re sitting at the bar with your homies and three girls come over. One is nice, another is average, and the last one is chubby. This is a typical set in my experience. Once the introductions are over, none of them talk to you; they focus all of their attention on your buddy. You’d probably feel pretty shitty right? “Why didn’t they talk to me?” “There were three of them and they focus on him?” “Even the fat girl didn’t say shit to me!” This is what happens to the other girls when you don’t open the set. They feel slighted, and when they feel like they’ve been insulted, you can bet your bottom quid, dollar, or peso they’ll cockblock you.

Here are some pointers that I’ve learned through trial and error:

1) Remember the names of all of the girls in the set.

If your wing should come in after you’ve opened, it’s going to sound shady, if not downright rude, to go over names again. Think it over. How would you feel? “This is my buddy Whore-Hey. Yeah, uh . . . . what’s your name again?” You can even help yourself out by pretending to not remember the name of the nice girl, while reciting the other girl’s names verbatim. Do it in a cocky, playful manner so she knows that you really do remember her name.

2) Stay on guard for shit tests.

Be prepared. Don’t neg too hard either, or shit on her. An insult to the her is an insult to the set. You can try to be Tucker Max, but if you watch his movie, you’ll see how he completely blew a set by negging too much, and by being an asshole to boot.

Here’s the most common shit test I have encountered in Richmond. “Why are you talking to us?” Yeah, girls can be harsh. Deal with it. Women I know tell me all the time that I’m good looking, so I know they say this because they’re testing me.

Another key factor in opening a set is the fact that what is implied is more important than what is actually said. They know why you came over, and so do you. Don’t EVER say things like, “oh my homies were talking about that recent Pepe Escobar article on Asia Times Online, and I wasn’t interested.” “I’m bored and I needed to talk to people.” Why? Because you just implied that your friends are nerds and/or you’re a loser. You’re there to have a good time, and so are they. Don’t be a downer! Try this instead: “I’m in a ‘meet people’ kind of mood, and y’all looked like y’all are having a good time.” If asked, tell them that your buddies are the coolest motherfuckers that ever graced the Earth with their presence. You’re implying that you’re cool too, or they’d not hang out with you.

3) Open the fatty first.

Remember that the chunky-butt-funky is the key to the whole operation. She’s a friend, just like your less than stellar homies are yours. Would you tolerate anyone shitting on your friend? I think not. Maybe you’re the muffin top, and have bad self-esteem because of it. Your buddy can get the girl on his level, while you can at least get some head, right? Win-win situation for everyone if you ask me.

4) If one of the girls is a cunt, eject.

She probably got invited because one of the other girls likes her, she’s an old friend, she feels sorry for her, or she secretly gets off on her putting down men. The cunt is going to make it her mission in life to embarrass you because she has issues. I usually walk away in these circumstances. I couldn’t care less if she or her friends are nice. When girls start cussing you out or degrading you, walk away and let some other poor schmuck get buggered out wasting time with them. You can try to match wits with the harpy, but why waste your time?

5) You’re a buyer, and they’re selling.

This is part of frame control. Contrary to day game, after you’ve opened a set, you must keep in mind that you’re the one doing the buying. Picture yourself at a slave auction, and you’ll do well. Reverse rolls. If you were a hot commodity, would you waste your time on just one buyer, or would you go for the highest bidder? You’re not selling dick – they’re auctioning off pussy.

6) Pick the one that you want.

Sooner rather than later, the set is going to expect you to make your choice. Make it known. You can do this by engaging the group, but always going back to your favorite girl. What will happen is that the others will go to the bar, leaving you alone with the target. Don’t think for a minute that you’re not still under the gun. They’ll be watching you and making assessments in their hamster cages. You’re still engaged with the set, just indirectly. She’ll still be looking for approval from her friends. You have to win them over too. Once you’ve won over the set, you’re in…almost. The rest is up to you and your Game.

This is the way it is in Richmond. If you can’t open a set, than you might as well go home. Sets are your bread and butter, and if you can’t open one you’re screwed.

Happy hunting and remember, have a good time regardless. Life is too short.

Peace be with you.

Originally published at At Liberty at Leisure on May 11, 2011.