Alpha Game

Won't you please help?

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Wed, 28 Feb 2018 01:17:00 +0000

Corporate orbiters

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Thu, 22 Feb 2018 12:41:00 +0000

"Chloe Kim was hangry. The snowboarder hadn't finished her breakfast and now, halfway through the Olympic halfpipe competition, she was regretting it.

So she did what many 17-year-olds might do: She tweeted. "Wish I finished my breakfast sandwich but my stubborn self decided not to and now I'm getting hangry," she wrote from Pyeongchang, South Korea.

On the other side of the world in Richmond, Va., Mary Beth Brault woke at 6 a.m., rolled over and checked her phone. Someone had sent her a screen shot of Kim's tweet. "We've got to jump on this," Brault told the public relations team at Hamilton Beach. The company quickly tweeted: "Congrats on the gold! We'll send you a @HamiltonBeach #Breakfast Sandwich Maker so you never go #hangry again!"

A slew of companies — Roy Rogers Restaurants, California Pizza Kitchen, even Oreo — joined in to promote their sandwiches. Vermont Smoke & Cure jumped in with a recommendation for its high-protein "meat sticks."

"We don't like to brag, but our breakfast sandwiches are also [gold]," tweeted Einstein Bros. Bagels, using a gold-medal emoji in the message. "We've got a breakfast of champions waiting for you when you get home."

"Turn that hangry to happy with these digital churros and chocolate," offered Cocoa Cinnamon, a coffeeshop in Durham, North Carolina.

"If you're ever in DC, we got you," added Red Apron Butcher in Northwest Washington."

These corporations really need some game.

Though Vermont Smoke and Co. offering her "meat sticks" is getting into Roissy territory.

Poor innocent woman!

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Mon, 05 Feb 2018 22:13:00 +0000

Modern feminism has made life increasingly ridiculous.

Women are strong and empowered, stronger than any man, capable of forging their own way in life!

Until they're afraid of losing their jobs, then they'll trade the boss sexual favors to stay employed.

This except from a story on Steve Wynn supposedly chasing a grandmother almost - almost - made me laugh out loud:

“You have so many new and young girls to choose from, and you know having sex with you makes me feel terrible,” the unidentified grandmother told Wynn, according to the sworn statement from Wiggins. “Why don’t you just leave me alone?”

Wynn reportedly responded that he had never had sex with a grandmother, court records allege.

Three other waitresses who were part of the lawsuit told the Review-Journal last week that the unidentified grandmother had recounted her story to them shortly after Wynn allegedly made the comments. “I remember telling him I don’t like it,” the grandmother said last week.

Despite her protests, she said the harassment by Wynn continued.

Twice, the woman said, Wynn walked by her and slapped her butt in passing in front of customers and other staff as she was working on the casino floor.

“That was embarrassing for me,” she said. You have so many new and young girls to choose from Steve Wynn Wynn often singled her out to bring him drinks even if he was in another server’s section, she said. “‘I have eight children to support. I need this money. And it’s not right for the other cocktail waitresses,’” she said she told him.

"He only laughed. That’s what he does — laugh.”

Eventually, after one of her shifts, Wynn told her he wanted to talk to her and invited her into a hotel room, she said. In the room, they talked, she recounted.

According to the woman, Wynn then asked her for oral sex, which she says she performed on him. After that, the two had sex on multiple occasions, she said. “He didn’t force me or anything, but I did go,” she said. “But I felt so uncomfortable.”

You know, she could have just quit her job like a respectable person would.

"So uncomfortable!"

Not uncomfortable enough, obviously, or her virtue would still be intact.

Of course, she was already a single mother with eight children, so maybe not.

Either of my grandmothers would have slapped Steve across the face and marched home if he tried these shenanigans - not gone along with it.

But remember, kids:

Indiana University law professor Jennifer A. Drobac, who specializes in sexual harassment, said the woman was coerced into sex if she believed she could lose her job.

“Acquiescence is not consent,” Drobac said, adding that courts have made that distinction. “Even if someone goes along, it doesn’t mean they’re willing and enthusiastic.”

Great, thanks Jenny. I got your number.

She wants someone who is already wanted

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Wed, 31 Jan 2018 00:29:00 +0000

Who could have predicted this?

"Women find men more attractive once they find out he is desired by others, a new study suggests. Published in the journal Scientific Reports, researchers from the Universities of St Andrews, Durham and Exeter believe that a man is given an “attractiveness boost” when he is desired by other women. This is because he is perceived to be more kind, faithful and a better father. The study tested the idea of mate copying – where a person is preferred as a future romantic partner simply because they have relationship experience – by showing 49 female participants images of men’s faces, hands and a piece of art. The women were asked to rate how attractive they found each image before being shown the average rating given by the rest of the group. Interestingly, when the women were asked to re-rate each image shortly after, their answer changed in favour of the social information."

I believe the rise of mass entertainment over the past century has skewed female desire upwards towards a tiny tier of top-rank men.

The reality of these men may or may not be impressive; however, the pre-selection of mass culture - no matter how manufactured - makes them desirable.

Would Susie be happier with Frank Sinatra as opposed to Joe with the plumbing company on Highway 35? Maybe, maybe not, but unless a group of local ladies are inexplicably excited over a man with mastery of copper pipe fittings, Susie is going to be more attracted to Frank.

It's something that eats at men who don't understand female desire.

"How can I get a girl when a girl only wants a guy who already has a girl? And how come the player ended up with the nice girl who should have been attracted to me. I'm a great guy!"

Yeah, you may be. But you need to understand female wiring.

A woman doesn't want to marry a husband that no one else wants, just like a man doesn't want to drive a car others laugh at.

Even Taylor Swift isn't immune:

"I don't wanna touch you, I don't wanna be
Just another ex-love you don't wanna see
I don't wanna miss you (I don't wanna miss you)
Like the other girls do I don't wanna hurt you,
I just wanna be
Drinking on a beach with you all over me
I know what they all say, yeah, but I ain't tryna play
I wanna be your end game"

Science!

Perfect

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sat, 27 Jan 2018 13:08:00 +0000

It's the wrong kind of tough

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Wed, 24 Jan 2018 14:07:00 +0000

On my last post, Robert Browning commented:

"You are wrong. This guy is very tough. The is as tough as nails. He took an oath. He mad a promise. And no matter what hell or torment his wife put him through this guy is going to keep his word to the day he dies and stay loyal and true."

Yes, sticking to your marriage vows, come hell or high water, is tough. It is honorable. It is absolutely what a man should do.

Oftentimes you see the refrain of "dump the bitch!" or "time to trade in for a younger model!" in the manosphere. Marriage is a God-ordained covenant, however, so jumping off because your wife is a pain or simply getting tiresome or old isn't a viable option, unless you're a pagan. In that case, you're going to hell anyhow, so breaking a marriage vow is the least of your worries.

My grandfather told me "staying married is easy - you just don't divorce."

Unfortunately, if your wife doesn't feel the same way, your decision to stay married can be overruled.

Staying in a bad marriage because you made a promise is "tough," but letting your wife walk all over you is not. That's so obviously wrong that it makes other men cringe and women loathe you.

It's not an either/or choice. "Lose your marriage" or "be a doormat" is a false dichotomy. There is a third way, and it's called game.

Coming back from the pit our previous example dug himself into wouldn't be easy, but it is possible. It would be tough - but it would be the kind of tough that comes from testosterone and grit, not just hanging on by your fingernails.

If you tell her enough is enough and she rebels, so what? You're already not getting sex or respect or even love. And if she breaks the covenant, you're off the hook. Work your way back towards headship. If she's a Christian, tell her that both of you have screwed things up and need to get back to a Biblical marriage.

Seriously, what do you have to lose? Better to live as a man.

Literally not sleeping together

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Wed, 17 Jan 2018 22:51:00 +0000

This fellow argues that sleeping single in a double bed is a sure sign of trouble:

"Is there another room in the home which provides for a more natural setting for a couple’s intimacy than their own bedroom and particularly their bed? Just walking into another person’s boudoir makes me uneasy, it’s their sanctuary and their holy of holies, and not for random strangers. The bedroom is where lives are made and secrets told. There are few other places where a couple can be so open with each other or where they can more freely enjoy each other’s affection and sensuality. It’s a place where couples can reconnect and where they can fall in love again and again. If the bedroom is love’s temple then the bed is it’s shrine.

It was also unsurprising that these same couples who slept in separate rooms had virtually no sex life to speak of . Without the ability for closeness with his wife, a husband will find other places for his passion such as his job while her desire gets stifled or redirected towards the children. If allowed to continue they soon can become so disconnected emotionally and spiritually they may as well be strangers and any impression they might give of being the happy couple is only by sheer luck or to intentionally throw others off the trail.

I’ve often wondered what these men thought as they moved into their guest bedroom with suitcase in hand, what was going through their mind? Did they offer to fix the problem? Did they ever attempt to even change her mind? Or were they too busy returning emails or catching up on the latest scores to even bother thinking about it, because ignoring seems much simpler than dealing with the real issues in the relationship? Or maybe he was just satisfied that doing so would shut her up for a while.
I’m convinced of few stronger signals that a relationship is in serious jeopardy than when couples stop sleeping in the same bed together."

This follows what I've seen as well, though I doubt most men are "too busy returning emails or catching up on the latest scores to even bother thinking about it." That's blue pill thinking. Men know something is wrong but don't know how to fix it.

I knew a guy who was tall, broad-shouldered, proud, and aggressive in public. He was older but fit. His voice filled the room and he'd slap you on the back, then lean in and share a confidence in your ear like you'd been friends forever. You'd assume he was a solid alpha, or at least a very confident beta.

Until you visited him at home.

The children had moved out some years before. His wife, an overweight and bitchy woman who ran a very successful business catering to the rich, ran his life at home. He would cringe and hunch over when she came into the room and complained at him about something. It was the strangest transformation you could imagine. Dr. Heckled and Mr. Pride.

They had a beautiful house in a beautiful neighborhood. Nice cars. Nice stuff.

But they had separate rooms. He once half-apologized to me about it in a fumbling way. "You know, as folks get older, sometimes they just start to go their own way, so a few years ago she let me have this room..."

On the wall of his room were pictures of classic guns, sports memorabilia and other masculine accoutrements.

Yet he slept there alone.

Late one evening we were talking and he got talking about his marriage. He told me he was afraid. Afraid of being alone.

Yet he was worse than alone. His wife despised him.

What if he'd said "no" when she told him to get his own room?

What makes a "tough" guy turn to mush around his wife?

Why would he even stay?

Tell me what you think.

The cost of convergence

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Fri, 12 Jan 2018 23:45:00 +0000

This is a good look at the problem with Google over at Men of the West:

"Convergence is a major problem in the Western world, arguably the major problem. Because inevitably, as an entity becomes more converged, its core reason for existing becomes increasingly neglected or even actively suppressed. For example, English police and social services – the people whose job it is to protect children – allowed 1,400 little white girls to be raped, beaten and tortured by Muslims over a 15 year period. That’s not 1,400 little girls in total across England, that’s just in one small town. Many other towns and cities have suffered from the predations of Muslim rape gangs.

Why was this allowed to happen, even while tiny, vulnerable children cried out for help? Because the English police and social services are fully converged. Enforcing the law and protecting children might still be their official reason for existing, but as they’ve been taken over by the social justice hivemind their real purpose is now to signal politically correct narratives.

Google is now very far along this piteous path of poz, as anyone who’s ever wondered why they have Google Doodles for Mohammedan festivals, obscure monobrowed lesbians and random Third Worlders – but not for Easter – might have noticed. Not coincidentally, Google is also now full of blue-haired freaks, man-hating butterbeasts, polyamorous perverts, trannies, and all of the above."

The abandoning of the God-ordained order of husband and wife leads to more than just corporate losses. It leads to abject misery and even the violation of children, as Moira Greyland so painfully shares in The Last Closet.

Game works because it is in line with reality. Anything that goes against reality will fail no matter how large its market capitalization. On the small scale, you have bitter feminists and limp men. On the large scale you have nanny states and pozzed corporations.

Read the entire article - it's a very good analysis.

Keynote Speaker At Biblical Manhood Conference Definitely Wearing Women’s Pants

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sat, 06 Jan 2018 23:03:00 +0000

"INDIANAPOLIS, IN—The keynote speaker at the God’s Design for Biblical Manhood Conference was definitely wearing a pair of women’s pants, sources attending the event confirmed Wednesday.

Clad in a form-fitting cashmere sweater with plunging neckline, oversized glasses, and pants that looked like they were designed for a 14-year-old girl, the speaker gave a 45-minute talk on what it meant to be a “real man of God.”

“God has specifically set up gender roles so that we can relate to each other as men and women as He designed,” he said, taking a moment re-spritz his hair with product. “God has called you men to lead your homes and show your wives that they can count on you to be a true, strong man of God.”

“It’s the butterfly design on the pockets that tipped us off,” attendee Carl Manning, 38, said. “A few people thought they were just super-trendy men’s pants, but as soon as we saw the rhinestones on the pockets, we knew for sure.”

Via the Babylon Bee, on target as usual.

When the carousel ends

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Wed, 03 Jan 2018 15:56:00 +0000

Something is missing:

"In my years of semi-voluntary celibacy, I have several friends who have been in multiple relationships, some of them quite passionate and committed, but with barely a pause in between each one.

The immediate sense of loss after a relationship is painful, but at least there’s a word for it: heartbreak. I have no simple way to describe the slow, dull ache of separation from physical and emotional intimacy after years without it. To roll on the floor drunk-sobbing about being single at this point would be ludicrous. It would also be absurd, and cruel, to say to someone who just broke up with their lover, “I’ve heard all this before, and I’ll hear it again before I get a turn.” But I have wanted, in moments of exasperation or bitterness, to say it.

Love and relationships are also, among other things, a marker of time. “Forever” frequently begins in love, though it is theoretically as tenuous as the single state. Looking ahead, if I really am riding this train to the end of the tracks, I don’t see any of the grand events in my future that help ground and timeline human existence, the events being in love provides. After my best friend got married she told me she cried all the next day, overwhelmed by the outpouring of affection from everyone she knew. She deserves it all, but years later, still single, I’ve realized that there will be no similar ceremonious acknowledgment of my life or my relationships with friends and family. Until I’m dead, I guess, but that won’t be very fun for me. Anchoring my existence without the signposts of commitment, or children, is a lot of work, and sometimes I feel myself giving up on it, drifting off into a grey directionless space in danger of floating completely away.

Weddings and heartbreak are all intense moments in the journey of love, and they both make you feel alive as hell. There is something wildly cathartic about going nuts immediately after love ends, eating tubs of ice cream while watching TV, leaning on your girlfriends for emotional support, kissing the wrong person some drunken night out on the town. Then as time goes on and the kisses end, you’re just someone eating ice cream. It’s not an emotional high or low. It’s your life, and a life that confuses and depresses people. I know when I try to tell a friend that I think I will be alone forever, they are imagining bleakness. They want it to stop. They want to give advice without acknowledging the subtext of offering a solution to my “problem.”

The underlying message in those platitudes is that I need to just keep on wishing and hoping and waiting. Just wait, and wait, because something better than the life you have is guaranteed. Love is guaranteed. But it’s not, is it? Not at all, not even for someone like me, who they maybe think is cool, reasonably attractive, and not obviously insane. I wanted to cry at that dinner table, because keeping up the farce that I’m still waiting means staying still. It means diminishing the life I do lead, which is a good one."

It's obviously not a "good life," as Aimée is miserable. The feminist worldview she still espouses and advocates for is leading her to the grave lonely and childless.

Marriage and children are indeed "anchors" of existence, giving meaning, purpose and focus outside one's own thoughts. She instinctively knows what she's missing, yet cannot find it.

Keep your daughters from the poison of feminism so they don't end up in the same state as Miss Lutkin.

Your progressive worldview will never love and cherish you, no matter how committed you may be to it. It will never hug your leg tightly and say "I love you, mommy." It won't be there to hold your hand in your old age.

The fruits of feminism are loneliness, bitterness and a lasting heartache that Merlot and cats can never fill.

The curse of female "success"

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Tue, 02 Jan 2018 13:00:00 +0000

Success is rarely as wonderful as reported:

Debi Thomas, the best African-American figure skater in history, couldn't find her figure skates. She looked around the darkened trailer, perched along a river in a town so broke even the bars have closed, and sighed. The mobile home where she lives with her fiance and his two young boys was cluttered with dishes, stacks of documents, a Christmas tree still standing weeks past the holiday.
"They're around here somewhere," she murmured three times. "I know I have a pair," she continued, before trailing off.

"Because — what did I skate in? — something. They're really tight, though, because your feet grow after you don't wear them for a long time." Her medals — from the World Figure Skating Championships, from the Olympics — were equally elusive: "They're in some bag somewhere."
Uncertainty is not a feeling Debi Thomas has often experienced in her 48 years. She was once so confident that she simultaneously studied at Stanford University and trained for the Olympics, against the advice of her coach. She was once so lauded for her lithe beauty on the ice that Time magazine put her on its cover and ABC's Wide World of Sports named her athlete of the year in 1986. She wasn't just the nation's best figure skater. She was smart — able to win a competition, stay up all night cramming, then ace a test the next morning.

She wanted it all. And for a time, she had it. After Stanford came medical school at Northwestern, then marriage to a handsome lawyer who gave her a son — who in turn became one of the country's best high school football players. Higher and higher she went.

Now, she's here. Thomas, a former orthopedic surgeon who doesn't have health insurance, declared bankruptcy in 2014 and hasn't brought in a steady paycheck in years. She's twice divorced, and her medical license, which she was in danger of losing anyhow, expired around the time she went broke. She hasn't seen her family in years. She instead inveighs against shadowy authorities in the nomenclature of conspiracy theorists — "the powers that be"; "corporate media"; "brainwashing" — and composes opinion pieces for the local newspaper that carry headlines such as "Pain, No Gain" and "Driven to Insanity."

There's a conventional narrative of how Thomas went from where she was to where she is — that of a talented figure undone by internal struggles and left penniless. That was how reality TV told it, when the Oprah Winfrey Network's Fix My Life and Inside Edition did pieces on her.

"She's got all these degrees," fiance Jamie Looney said as he watched television with Thomas inside the trailer. "She's a doctor. She's a surgeon. And she's here. I've got one year of community college. I know why I'm here. I look at her, wondering, 'Why are you not working somewhere else?' "
Such comments upset Thomas. "People are all like, 'Get a job,' " she said. "And I'm like, 'You people are fools.' I'm trying to change the world."

A woman's primary purpose is to be a helpmeet to her husband and the mother of children. Unfortunately, neither of those qualities are praised by the mainstream like "being a SCIENTIST" or "an ENTREPRENEUR" or, best of all a "HUMAN RIGHTS ACTIVIST."

Often a woman will find great success at something non-marriage/non-making-babies related, then crash and burn when they find that success wasn't nearly as satisfying as advertised.

Remember, without women having children, the human race will literally cease to exist. In comparison with that, being the first female ASTRONAUTBALLERINALAWYERINNERCITYHANDBALLTHERAPYORGANIZER means little.

The sociosexuality of Die Hard: a very scientific analysis

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Thu, 28 Dec 2017 19:56:00 +0000

'Tis the season when all good men watch Die Hard.

After It's a Wonderful Life with the family, of course.

Watching John McClane again this year with the sociosexual hierarchy in mind, it's pretty obvious why this guy appeals to us. He loves his family, he's imperfect, he stands up to the bad guys and gets things done when they need doing. He's an everyman kind of a character, with a little extra wisecracking to make him likeable.

You might think "this guy has to be an Alpha - look at how he manages to face everyone down and conquer!"

But you'd be wrong.

Holly's boss Joseph Takagi is an Alpha:

Hans Gruber is an Alpha:

But John McClane?

Delta.

He's a normal guy. He's tough, but he's loyal. He's a hero when he has to be.

Yet his interactions with his career-chasing wife are cringeworthy. He's given her lots of leeway and she's left him, even going back to her maiden name - and he comes in to town for Christmas to see his kids, even berating himself for arguing with her after she's changed her name and acted like a bitch.

He's a good guy, though. A decent, normal guy. And when things get serious, he steps into the breach and risks his life for his wife and a group of strangers.

Deltas build civilizations and keep them together. If John McClane had been an Alpha there would be no Die Hard. Instead, he would have stayed in New York and kept a few female gymnasts on speed dial while working his way to the top of his department. Frumpy old Holly wouldn't even be in the picture.

And then who would've been there to say all those corporate stooges and drop Alan Rickman off a tower?

This guy?

#itsokaytobeadelta

Finally, this guy is definitely a gamma:

Alpha posturing without the Alpha goods.

Explaining the "strong female leadership" in The Last Jedi

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Tue, 26 Dec 2017 14:33:00 +0000

Steve (The Dark Ninja of Mockery) writes:

Remember, The Last Jedi was written by this guy:

Who (apparently without being coerced) married this woman:

Now, I'm no expert on this Alpha, Gamma, Sigmund stuff but I reckon The Soy Awakens up there is pretty low on the sociosexual totem pole.

How do these guys imagine "stronk wimmin"? As either their horrible overbearing mothers, or their cuntacular teachers, or their vagina dentata'ed problem-spectacled bosswives."

Hair like that on a woman is a warning that every other evil rides in her train. Though even when she was blonde she wasn't quite right...

A shot of emotions with a rationalization chaser

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sat, 23 Dec 2017 23:26:00 +0000

This was all too predictable:

Again and again, Eric’s explanation of various predicaments sounded plausible to Debby as well as to her parents, who were helping her run the family’s business.

“The story was so compelling that you would never, ever think it was fake,” said her father, Jack Butz, a retired dentist. “She’s not the kind of girl you could slip things over on.”

Online, Eric introduced Debby to his 10-year-old son, Kenny, who lived with his widowed sister, Mary, in England.

“There were times when I would have three online conversations going on at once,” said Debby. “I started to think of Kenny as my fourth son. Mary and I became like sisters.”

Packages she sent to Mary and Kenny in the UK came back “addressee unknown,” but Eric’s explanations always sounded reasonable.

Psychologists call it confirmation bias, a tendency to look for reasons to believe the people we love.
Debby had to justify the money she’d sent by staunchly believing everything Eric told her.

Rosenberg, who is married to a police officer, became worried.

“One time, Eric and Debby were going to meet, but he couldn’t come because his son had an accident. It was the third or fourth excuse. I said, ‘Debby, open your eyes, there’s something wrong here.’ She clammed up immediately. She sent an email saying, ‘I’m done with this friendship if you’re going to be on me about this.’ It almost broke my heart,” said Rosenberg.

When Debby’s son, Charlie, questioned Eric heatedly online, Debbie asked him to leave the house.
If a bank balked at sending a large amount of money overseas, she went to another bank.

All along, she kept meticulous records of the wire transfers. $70,000. $10,000. $105,000. She wired the money to Hong Kong, Kuala Lumpur, Kowloon, London.

She and Lou had been comfortable, but not even remotely wealthy.

“I emptied our retirement accounts,” she said, and paid crippling penalties.

She sold her gold jewelry to send Eric $5,000. She took loans on diamond rings. She sold stocks. She juggled business accounts. Eventually, she borrowed $100,000 from her parents to help the man with whom she expected to spend the rest of her life.

She was nearly broke in September 2012, when “Eric” finally confessed that Eric Cole was nothing more than pixels and a stolen photograph.

Most people do not think rationally. Instead, they let their emotions decide for them, then rationalize their emotional decision.

Women are particularly prone to rationalizing. Share facts they don't like and they'll explode. It's not the facts - it's how they feel about the facts - but, by golly, they'll tell you they've "thought long and hard about it."

They'll also hate other women who don't nod along. A few years ago my wife shared some facts on homeschooling with a woman who was planning to send her children to public school. The facts had no impact. The other mother was a selfish, smug, lazy, self-satisfied nascent SJW and just wanted her children out of the house. When she claimed they'd found a "good" public school, my wife told her there were no good public schools, then started citing facts and sharing Scripture with her. This woman also claimed to be a Christian, but the verses didn't get through to her.

During the conversation her face went as hard and cold as stone and she quit talking with my wife. And ignored the facts and sent her kids to public school. And they're screwed up and she's posting anti-male and anti-white posts on Instagram while she stays home during the day.

SJWs liberals generally act the same way. You cannot argue with some people. They will not listen and they'll follow their destructive path right into hell.

The heart is deceitful and desperately wicked.

Sometimes it's also 1,000,000 bucks worth of stupid.

SJWs claim a scalp

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Thu, 21 Dec 2017 22:53:00 +0000

Someone should have read a certain book:

"On Thursday, Papa John's announced that founder John Schnatter would step down as CEO.

Schnatter will be replaced by the company's current president Steve Ritchie.

Schnatter sparked controversy in November when he slammed NFL leadership over the ongoing national anthem protests.

"Leadership starts at the top, and this is an example of poor leadership," CEO John Schnatter said in a call with investors.

The CEO's statements quickly inspired backlash on the left and support on the right. The white supremacist website The Daily Stormer even posted an article asking whether Papa John's was the "official pizza of the alt right," forcing the company to say it does not want "hate groups" buying the chain's pizza.

Schnatter owns roughly 25% of Papa John's, and will stay on as chairman after stepping down as CEO in January. According to a press release from the company, he will "pursue his personal passion for entrepreneurship, leadership development and education." (rest of story here)

From what I've heard, Schnatter always struck me as a decent guy. He's also an Alpha, as you can see in this short feature:

He takes care of his people and they enjoy working for him. Notice his walk and his confidence. In interviews, he fills the chair, legs apart. The body language is dominant, even if he's soft-spoken.

He's also not a jackass, as people often assume Alphas to be. He's the kind of leader people like to follow.

Schnatter should have pulled a Trump or a Moore and hit back, but an SJW swarm is a nasty thing even for a confident guy. He may also have a touch of pathological altruism which blinded him to the reality of his attacker's pettiness. This is an unfortunate loss for American entrepreneurship and a win for the SJW hivemind.

Don't listen to your mom

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Wed, 20 Dec 2017 14:16:00 +0000

Roissy shares a story:

I’m standing in the cashier line.
A young (late teens, early 20s) couple are ahead of me.
Did not see a ring on her.
Dorky man, bombshell blonde.
He doesn’t look like he has a lot of money.
Still, there they are, she’s all over him.
WTF I wonder.
At register, cashier tells dork the total.
He motions to blondie, “Nope, she’s buying.”
He walks off as she’s paying.
She pays, skips after him, all smiles.
Yup, mystery solved, I say to myself.

Mothers (and Churchian marriage gurus) often tell their sons to do the exact opposite of what women really want. Unfortunately in this Golden Age of Soy, many dads do as well.

"Be respectful! Don't be afraid to cry! A gentleman always pays! He always opens the door!"

Be nice!

This of course causes cognitive dissonance in nice guys as they see the jerks taking away the nice girls. Most of them never learn from the experience, though, and double down on the behavior, hoping they'll prove through the Virtue of Niceness that they're a great catch.

Old, old story.

It's not necessarily the case that being a jerk is the best way to get a woman - but it is more masculine than being "nice" and letting the woman lead you around.

A rough and tough outdoor dog is more likely to breed than a tame poodle. He's also less likely to be castrated by the woman of the house.

Moms often try to get their boys to be "nice" to girls, which has the unfortunate effect of handicapping their sons' futures. This is yet another reason why willfully single moms are a pox on the earth - there's no husband and father around to at least give the young man a chance.

Instead they learn to appease. The dork in Roissy's tale had game which overcame his appearance. You can get away with being unattractive, but escaping both bad looks and early "be nice" programming is a tall order.

Eminem cranks up the cringe

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Mon, 18 Dec 2017 23:05:00 +0000

President Trump's alpha dominance brings gammas out of the closet like mentioning creationism triggers Facebook atheist sperg-outs.

The president ignored Eminem's vocal temper tantrum at the BET Hip-Hop Awards and Eminem can't let it go.

Via a Vulture.com interview:

When you were talking about Trump on the Shade 45 radio show, you sounded almost annoyed that he didn’t respond to your freestyle about him. What do you want him to hear you say?

(EMINEM) It’s not so much about him hearing something I have to say, because there’s nothing I’m saying about him on Revival that he doesn’t already know about himself. It’s more that I want him to answer me because I got ideas for all kinds of shit to say back to him if he does.

You’ve got the tweets pre-written?

(EMINEM) I’m not going to give any away now, but I’ve got lines ready if he says something about me.

"I've got lines ready!"

What are you, 10?

"If that big, mean, jock quarterback ever mentions me, I'm gonna show him!"

Eminem would do much better shutting up but you can hardly expect an overexposed gamma to do anything of the sort.

"Look at me! Look at meeeee!"

Yawn. Wake us up when you do something really edgy. Like, I dunno, break away from the boring globohomo narrative.

I'm not seeing the problem here

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sun, 17 Dec 2017 00:05:00 +0000

Max Roscoe is concerned about sexual harassment hysteria:

"Other prominent men who lost their careers after allegations of sexual groping or harassment include comedian Louis C.K., who invited women to his private room where he masturbated in front of them.

Louis, known for his “Everything is Amazing and No One Cares” routine, had some funny jokes in his early work, but now is deemed completely unworthy of using his comic talent, as his recent film project was cancelled days before its scheduled screening, scheduled TV interviews were cancelled, and Netflix cancelled his upcoming comedy special.

Because C.K. made 5 women allegedly feel gross and uncomfortable, he can no longer work in his chosen field, and his millions of fans cannot hear him tell another joke.

NBC television anchorman Matt Lauer, a veteran of over two decades on the Today Show, was fired after the first allegation of sexual misconduct in his professional career was made last month. When no specific allegations of rape or violence are made, one must conclude that the behavior was at worst an inappropriate, childish, unprofessional act that made a woman feel uncomfortable.

Nothing to be tolerated, perhaps, but does it rise to the level of termination and ostracizing Lauer from ever working again?"

Sure, why not? Matt Lauer was #fakenews made flesh. And C.K. was a sicko.

Most of the targets of the current "sexual harassment hysteria" are the enemies of Western Civilization, decency, Christianity and America. They fed the SJW beast and now it's eating them.

I'm half-way through The Last Closet right now and it's been quite eye-opening to see how the authors and intellectuals who imagined new futures where life is one big orgy... were perverts in real life, even preying on their own children.

"Out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks."

Sure, culture has reached a point where just about anything a man does can be construed as sexual harassment and if you're a worrier, you can worry about that later - but right now, we're seeing our enemies getting torched by the world they created.

Let it burn. I'll bring the marshmallows.

The Lion

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Fri, 15 Dec 2017 00:25:00 +0000

Well-played.

My shot at the characters:

The producer in the middle: Delta.

He's the normal guy, trying to make everyone happy and do his job, not rocking the boat too much. Guys like this are good employees but not great bosses.

Vince the voiceover pro: Alpha/Sigma.

He works for himself but is here to get the job done. His irritation at the situation is obvious - the producer should be running more interference on his behalf, instead of trying to please everyone.

On the topic of Deltas, I once had a boss who was always agitated in his position of authority. He'd talk down to the employees beneath him while kissing up to the higher bosses above him. Meanwhile, his wife ran his life outside the office. He was scared of her and pedestalized her at the same time.

One of the main points of dissatisfaction his inferiors in the office expressed was that he didn't represent us well to the higher-ups. He'd deride us in front of the big guys in a half-teasing and uncomfortable way with entirely too much bluster, then when we caught him alone, he'd always explain how tough it was to press for raises on our behalf, etc., and that we all had to make do. He seemed to fear asking for anything from the higher-ups and when he was later promoted to a higher position (he was quite competent at his own work), he failed and ended up elsewhere. He would play at being a big shot but couldn't fill the shoes so he was perpetually uncomfortable. Outside the office, though, he was a decent guy. Just not a good leader.

I'd venture to say that a true Alpha is usually better at watching out for his people. He will smack down insubordination, etc., but loyalty is often rewarded. He needs a team to lead and enjoys it.

A Delta simply isn't sure of himself enough to work well in a management role.

Oh, and the audio engineer?

Whatever his rank, he's obviously a guitarist suffering through this crummy job until his record contract goes through.

Worse than unbelievers

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Wed, 13 Dec 2017 14:51:00 +0000

I heard of a very good, decent family who regularly shared how they were called to have "an open house." They hosted events, had people over for lunch, and enjoyed great discussions around the table with interesting people. All decent things to do.

Yet their desire to be hospitable went farther than it should have. They also rented a room to a foreign college student (they viewed this as a ministry opportunity), took in homeless men and let people in need stay in their home for months or even years at a time.

And their children paid for it. One of the sons was deliberately exposed to homosexual pornography as a young teenager thanks to their international renter (who, after leaving the house, came out as gay much to the Christian family's surprise). Another of the family's daughters left home early since she was uncomfortable with how one of the homeless men the parents helped had a habit of showing up in the yard outside her bedroom window.

Another time I heard the story of a Christian family who allowed a Russian exchange student to stay with them as a chance to "witness." The night before he returned to Russia, he raped their teenage daughter.

Yet another Christian parent sent his young brain-damaged daughter to a special school program where she was raped by two boys who rode with her on the bus.

With tears in his eyes, he "forgave them."

To hell with that.

Too many Christians have glorious "calls from God" to do all kinds of things that sacrifice their own flesh and blood for the sake of strangers.

Guess what? That ain't God.

Paul called these people out in the book of Timothy:

"But if anyone does not provide for his relatives, and especially for members of his household, he has denied the faith and is worse than an unbeliever."

With some of these people it seems to be pathological altruism. They simply do not understand how stupid they are. With others, they are low-status individuals seeking higher status through virtue-signaling. "Look at us! Look at how our family is so hospitable and loving!"

Meanwhile, their own children lose the family they should have had, and often more in the process. Sometimes they lose their innocence and even their lives.

Today Castalia House released The Last Closet by Moira Greyland.

Unlike Churchian parents who inadvertently allow their children to be sacrificed on the altar of hospitality, or diversity, or whatever else, Moira's parents deliberately brought evil into her home. They were evil - and they had evil people all around them who tore innocence away from children without a qualm of conscience.

Parents who would never dream of participating in or approving of the horrors Moira went through nevertheless set their children up for similar experiences with their stupid virtue signalling.

There are predators everywhere. Don't make their job easy. And don't be afraid of people telling you you're "mean" for not letting your kids go to sleepovers or for keeping your kids away from the Boy Scouts or the school camping trip.

Screw other people's feelings and guilt trip attempts. Your job is to protect your kids.

You're not really competing against all 250

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Tue, 12 Dec 2017 14:00:00 +0000

My brother once applied for a job out-of-state.

There were over 250 applicants for the position. His odds were 1/250, mathematically speaking.

I talked to him on the phone when he decided to go through the application process. He said "Lee, people keep telling me I don't have a chance because there are so many people trying to get this job."

"Yeah, I imagine," I said.

"But the thing is, I'm really not going against all those guys. I'm better than most of them already."

Arrogant? No. It was objectively true.

When we were young, our dad and both of our grandads told us to "have a firm handshake," "show up on time," etc. The kind of basic stuff every man was supposed to know.

In Current Year, these things aren't common among the uptalking soyboy set. My brother is a Millennial but doesn't act the part.

Sure, the whole job market is a complete mess where people are hired to fill certain racial quotas, etc. - but competence can still get you places, especially in the small business world. And my brother had an advantage in that he wasn't coddled and he was raised by tough men who had been there, done that.

He went to multiple interviews. He showed up, shook hands, met the people in charge, remembered their names, talked to other employees in the building and was out in the parking lot with a cup of coffee to nod at the boss when the man got in.

After a month, the remaining list of people was down to ten. And my brother was one of them.

Then they picked a man to fill the position - and it wasn't my brother.

He shrugged it off. He got close.

But then the boss called my brother in and said "listen, we want you to be on this team, somewhere - anywhere - so I've talked to the higher-ups and we're going to find a place for you if we can."

Shortly afterwards, he was hired into a new position.

I wasn't surprised.

You can look at marriage stats and say "OMG LOOK AT THE DIVORCE RATE!"

You can look at the supposed price of raising children and say "OMG I CAN'T HAVE KIDS!"

You can say "THE ODDS ARE 1/250 - NO WAY I'LL GET IT!"

But most people don't even have the self-control to quit eating potato chips when they have a gut. Most people don't have the patience to save for the future, train a dog or learn game. Instead they rail against the odds and complain that the world isn't fair and that women are wicked and that no one is hiring. And that @#%$! dog keeps pissing on the sofa!

Those are the guys you are competing against. The odds aren't nearly as bad as you think.

Christopher Robin was a Snowflake

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Mon, 11 Dec 2017 01:38:00 +0000

"Personally I think Christopher Robin was a snowflake who needed to get over it." - Nakota Publishing, at Vox Popoli

In yesterday's post I shared the tale of how A. A. Milne ruined the relationship between he and his son Christopher Robin Milne.

My wife proposed the same idea that NP did when I shared the tale of how the runaway success of Winnie the Pooh made it impossible for Christopher Milne to escape the spotlight and threw him into a spiral of bitterness and eventual estrangement from his parents.

He could have chosen a different path.

Yes, he could have. He could have said "fine, my dad loved me and was inspired by my childhood, enough so that he wrote a series of books which made me famous. Great, give me your teddy bear to sign."

People have gone through much worse and shone. Yet not all people are created equally. Sure, Mr. Milne may have been blaming his own failure to thrive on his dad. And maybe he was a wimp. A gamma.

Man up, Christopher Robin.

Yet still:

Vespers

Little Boy kneels at the foot of the bed,
Droops on the little hands little gold head.
Hush! Hush! Whisper who dares!
Christopher Robin is saying his prayers.

God bless Mummy. I know that's right.
Wasn't it fun in the bath to-night?
The cold's so cold, and the hot's so hot.
Oh! God bless Daddy - I quite forgot.

If I open my fingers a little bit more,
I can see Nanny's dressing-gown on the door.
It's a beautiful blue, but it hasn't a hood.
Oh! God bless Nanny and make her good.

Mine has a hood, and I lie in bed,
And pull the hood right over my head,
And I shut my eyes, and I curl up small,
And nobody knows that I'm there at all.

Oh! Thank you, God, for a lovely day.
And what was the other I had to say?
I said "Bless Daddy," so what can it be?
Oh! Now I remember it. God bless Me.

Little Boy kneels at the foot of the bed,
Droops on the little hands little gold head.
Hush! Hush! Whisper who dares!
Christopher Robin is saying his prayers.

AMOG Christopher Milne all you like, but having your dad publish a famous poem featuring your faltering bedtime prayers?

Christopher had a reason for anger, and that anger ate him.

It's hard to escape the shadow of our fathers. And A. A. Milne's shadow was long indeed.

Why would you do this to your son?

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sun, 10 Dec 2017 00:56:00 +0000

Birthday parties and cake-smeared faces. Bath time. Halloween candy pig-outs.

On social media you'll see any number of posts featuring friends showing off their cute (and often not-so-cute) children.

We've seen YouTubers with massive vlogs where their children's daily lives are exposed for the entirety of the world to see.
Vox has of course warned against doing this, though many still fall prey to the temptation to show off our families. It's natural to take pride in our kids, but frankly, it's stupid to put their lives on the internet.

And not just because of predators and perverts.

Consider the case of Christopher Robin, the son of Winnie The Pooh creator A. A. Milne:

Christopher Robin was based upon the author A. A. Milne's own son, Christopher Robin Milne, who in later life became unhappy with the use of his name. Christopher Milne wrote in one of a series of autobiographical works: "It seemed to me almost that my father had got where he was by climbing on my infant shoulders, that he had filched from me my good name and left me nothing but empty fame". One of the poems, Vespers – which describes young Christopher Robin saying his evening prayers – was said by Christopher Milne as "the one work that has brought me over the years more toe-curling, fist-clenching, lip-biting embarrassment than any other."

I've read the Pooh series to my own children. It's charming and clever. Millions of readers have enjoyed the adventures of Christopher Robin in the Hundred Acre Woods with his friends Pooh, Piglet, Eeyore and others.

Milne entertained the world - yet the price was his own son.

One interview from 1980 encapsulates the broken life of Christopher Robin Milne at age 60, still seeking to escape his past:

Later in the same interview Milne states:

“I hadn’t been trained for anything,” he said. “My name was famous all over the world but it made me miserable to be pointed out as the son of my father. I wanted to escape from fame and from ‘Christopher Robin.’ We ran away from London and the bookshop we opened was a success. We have been happy here, even if it did mean wrapping up those four books for our customers.”

Those four books are the Winnie the Pooh series.

Remember too, that Christopher Robin's life took place in large part before the existence of the internet. Chances are he could still go out to dinner without being recognized.

Imagine how the children of today's vloggers will fare.

Is the gratification you get from posting pictures of Timmy and Sue on Facebook "so Grammy can see!" worth the potential loss of a relationship with your child later on?

Christopher Robin ended up estranged from both his father and mother. Unlike his dad's stories, there is no happy ending here. According to Infogalactic:

[Christopher Robin] Milne (...) died in his sleep on 20 April 1996. He was seventy-five years old. After his death he was described by one newspaper as a "dedicated atheist."

When you can't trust your visible earthly father to protect you from the world, why trust an invisible Heavenly Father to preserve you in the next one?

Hultgreene-Curie Watch

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Fri, 22 Sep 2017 11:18:00 +0000

The poor woman. She might as well be wearing a red shirt on an away team:

In a historic first, the Marine Corps plans to assign a female officer to the infantry following her anticipated graduation from its grueling training program, service officials said Thursday.

The woman is a lieutenant. She and her male colleagues in the Infantry Officer Course completed an intensive combat exercise Wednesday at the Marines’ rugged training facility in Twentynine Palms, Calif., the final graded requirement of the 13-week program.

IOC, as it’s known among Marines, is considered some of the military’s toughest training. Typically, about 25 percent of students wash out.

The woman, whose name has not been disclosed, is the first female officer to complete the course out of three dozen to have tried. She is expected to lead an infantry platoon of about 40 Marines, a trailblazing role within an organization that has been criticized for its resistance to such change and for fostering a culture of misogyny.

She has no chance. We know how this ends.

Purple vs Red

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Thu, 14 Sep 2017 10:42:00 +0000

The Rational Male explains the difficulty in the transformation:

What the Purple Pill anger critics (deliberately) refuse to get is that the Red Pill isn’t (and was never) intended to get men to hate women, but rather to inform men about the inherent nature of women so they wont hate women for what they can never be to them. This is the disillusionment that men who still cling to Blue Pill idealism can’t seem to get past – they cannot abandon those Blue Pill hopes that they believe women are capable of fulfilling for him, but the Red Pill disabuses him of. So they get angry. They get angry at themselves for ever having believed in them. They get angry for having wasted so much time investing themselves in them. They get angry, most importantly, because they realize that women simply aren’t built to fulfill the hopes his Blue Pill conditioning made him believe should be possible.

The Purple Pill coach believes that this Red Pill realization leads to men hating women. The second complaint I read from them is that Red Pill awareness gives men some license to feeling like victims. This criticism is deductive to coaches for two reasons; it serves his ‘get-rich-quick-on-the-internet-by-selling-sunshine’ man-up and do better to qualify for women blog template, and it discourages men seeking answers from becoming Red Pill aware in a way that crushes their still Blue Pill belief set.

For the record, and as boldly as I can put this, if you are Red Pill aware man and still believe you are a victim of some sort because of your previous Blue Pill indenturement to pedestalizing women or the Feminine Imperative, you are only a victim of your own lack of vision. Red Pill awareness has set you free – free from the blur and distraction that a feminine-primary social order would pull over your eyes, free from the delusional Blue Pill hopes that are only greater shackles for a man, and free from never seeing the intersexual pitfalls you were prone to fall into before. But Red Pill awareness comes at a cost; the truth may set you free, but it doesn’t make it pretty. If you have a responsibility as a Red Pill aware man it’s that you are never allowed to play the victim. You now know the rules of engagement. Play it well, change the rules if you can, but you are no longer allowed to say you didn’t know the score.

It is always better to know the truth than remain deceived. Even if learning the truth makes you angry.