Random observations of life and the SMP down range

I get the personal status report every day. There are 12 hog-legs for every whisker-biscuit. I’ve been on camps where it was 78 to 1. Each girl has her orbiters and among those orbiters, there is some dude who thinks he’s making real progress with her. In steps a guy with some level of game and another butt-sore beta is born. When you 1st show up here, you are out of the loop on everything. Every girl who wants some dick is already getting it. You have to poach someone else’s mate if you want to get laid. Guys who bitch about the level of competition state side would shit kittens here. The girl I am killing time with was surrounded by orbiters, all trying to be her friend and do things for her. I called her a lesbian and asked her questions like how her softball team was doing? What kind of diet she was on, and if her girl friend was the jealous type. Pretty standard operating procedure


Women here have an even more unrealistic view of their SMP value. We don’t have many swamp donkeys but even the swamp donkeys have 3+ guys in their rotation, if they want and the swamp donkeys’ want. They need to cram a lifetime of dick in their one year contract since when they rotate back to the world they will be back to the near bottom of the SMP barrel. Some stay here just for the dick. Thus (relative) alpha widows are born. This makes a lot of their attitudes even worse than stateside as well.


There is a husband/ wife combo here on camp and yes she is fucking other dudes from the security detail. Looking at her husband answers the question why. Man-o-sphere wisdom says marriage is for betas. I disagree. Women treat beta’s badly and they get to shit on their beta husbands even more with cash and prizes waiting when they exit


Everyone here is upper middle class in income if not social standing. The kid driving a forklift is making 90k; my boys are doing 135 a year working 6 weeks on/ 6 weeks off. Most of the men are blue collar in nature; the women are most assuredly enthralled with the UMC lifestyle, with all its useless spending on status symbols, funny coffee, travel etc. My crew seems to be of mostly middle class and rural background which is the norm, though they do somewhat follow the UMC lifestyle script. Mostly centered on diet and types of food they like. My boys, they like their chow, including fancy chow and their fancy coffee etc. which seems to be true of their generation of middle class kids. Most of my guys are spending their money on what you’d expect cars, trucks, bikes, guns, tattoos, booze and pussy. One guy paid $2500 to bang some English porn star. I don’t get it. I try to spend no more than $30 per 1st time bang. I have a few older guys who want to pay off their house so they can live off their retirement check and maybe be a greeter @ wall mart. No one I know has actually done that. The wall mart greeter deal. To driven. A few men are saving up for various business venture, a few more trying to pay their wives way through doctor school or some such but mostly its sharp young guys who want to stock up on toys and party before going to college on the GI Bill. They know they will make a lot less money when they enter the real world and don’t want to carry any debt while living some version of the UMC dream.


One of the guys on my crew is leaving when the weather warms up to try his hand at fishing in Alaska, or smoke jumping. Basically it’s his goal to work a bunch of crazy ass jobs for no more than two years and going to college at the last possible moment his GI Bill benefits will expire. As you can imagine this guy is the life of the party and swimming in pussy even here.


Most of the men in my crew are at the height of their SMP value. They will not make this kind of money when they settle into their real jobs, nor will they have this much time to work out and focus on their social life. When they go back stateside they are fit, loaded and ready to party. For those who go to college, that will be the height of the SMP value. They’ll slay ass when they go to college. The other men at college will be boys, with no money and stories centered on high school events. I lived this when I was in Hawaii and went to college for two years or so. These men will have a man’s life experience, nice cars etc and spending cash.


Another popular life plan with us is buying a small farm in cash then working some lame job for spending cash. These are men who are turning their backs on the world but not on women. A goodly number of these guys also want families; they want a life centered on family and farm while the world goes to hell. This seems to be a White guy mindset. I don’t know Black or Latinos working the same plan. It’s about 50/50 on farm kids vs men who have never farmed before. There is something about the White man’s soul which is rooted to the soil. This is more or less my plan too. More proof I’m not a special little snow flake.


There are five big bonuses about the local SMP. #1) Quality of women. Most girls are young and fit. There are very few middle age girls or swamp donkeys and no land-whales. Lots of 7’s, a few 8’s. This lets a man approach a lot of women. #2) there is a what happens in the A-stan stays in the A-stan mindset making girls more sexually adventurous than normal.#3 ) their college days of wild sluthood is not far behind them so it’s easy for them to slip back into that role#4) most people here are on the same level. She might have a master’s degree, but the men have specialized training. The nerds have top secret security clearances and do important military intelligences type stuff. Everyone has traveled internationally, etc. #5) Most of us are middle 20’s and older and there aren’t a lot of silly games about being sexual beings. I would also mention most men don’t have any kind of game skill set, but that is true where ever you go.
The pinnacle for men here is the security detail. The guys doing the perimeter security are from the Czech Republic. There job isn’t as “exciting” as ours, but they have guns and accents. They are, for the most part tall, well built, well groomed etc and they are cleaning up with the chicks who want some out group jiz in their baby maker. Their biggest fans seem to be the two Black chicks on the camp. That’s doubling down on the out group jiz factor. My guys are probably doing the best overall, mostly I reckon because there is no language barrier and our party spot, but we have our betas and faithful married men and still most of my guys are not getting laid. The guy doing the best is an intell nerd. He is one pretty mo-fo, tall, 6’2”, well built, speaks a couple different languages and has worked around the SOCOM community his whole life. The Brothers are at the bottom, mostly because of the work they do here; logistics and maintenance. Good honest work, but bad for tingles, especially for 20 something girls who are already making 6 figures and what not. We have a couple of air crews with us. That’s a hit or miss lot. For whatever reason, most of them are older fat, White dudes, but a few are younger, fit etc.


My secretary is 5 foot nothing and was as cute as cute gets. She was dating a guy who is 6’4” because he makes her feel safe. I asked her, who could do a better job protecting her, her boy friend or the smallest, weakest guy on my crew? Puzzled looks was her answer. Height or the lack of it is a huge disadvantage for men and women rationalize their height fetish in whatever way that makes sense for her hamster. I say was cute and was dating because she recently cut her hair real short. She is no longer cute and her boy friend told her it’s over. You go girl. She destroyed her SMP value on a whim, his height will always be there


I am killing time with this wonderful Native American chick from North Dakota. Well wonderful most of the time. She recently figured out I didn’t know her name and referred to her as darling etc all because of it. She did her best to ignore my stateside domestic life, but is curious now. Poly, or the idea of it is more popular than people think. She follows me like a puppy and has gone from the semi SIW type, to fetching things for me and what not. I achieved this the way I always do, but the process is cruder then I care to get into. Any rate, her mother left her Beta father when she was 4. Her father is a somebody these days and flew out to see her. She showed her father nothing but respect, love and affection and he handled the age difference between the two of us with an aloof detachment. I don’t know the kind of man he was 23 years ago, but he’s a fucking Boss in the here and now


Our dog handlers are a fucking riot, and I have never been on a small compound with this many K9’s. I enjoy watching them work their dogs, and a few that are not protection dogs have been coming to our BBQ’s. I am trying to get some training time in with them, but haven’t worked anything out yet. American White folks are unabashed dog fanatics.


Otherwise we are becoming known as The Spot. Word is getting out, people are asking for invites. The trick now is pulling more women into the weekly BBQ’s then men. I am not well liked outside my crew, in part because I keep telling dudes no. The guy who actually runs this place is pissed off with me because I am working on building a BBQ spot and dead set on keeping everyone out ( besides the women). He lacks the balls to make a real issue out it. We acquired a shit ton of lumber and are trying to figure out what to do with it. There are very few sidewalks; mostly you walk on crushed gravel. It sucks. I want to basically build a deck, about 8”s above ground level across our entire mini compound, or use it to build more walls and add more privacy. Some guys want to build a gazebo or three. I get it, they would be cool, but I hate walking on those fucking rocks.


I overheard one of my crew arguing with his wife about Thanksgiving plans. His answer to whatever she was asking was “I don’t care”. Brothers if you have a woman you want to keep around you are done saying “I don’t care”. She is asking for input, asking you to take control. This is a fitness test and saying “I don’t care” is failing it. Care, don’t care, just make a decision and move the fuck out about it. And that’s what she wants too. It makes her feel secure. It has fallen out of favor but if you watch older movies lots of women will call their lover Daddy. It’s about her feeling secure, protected and therefore cherished. When you punt on these minor decisions you shake her sense of security and being cherished which only feeds her need to shit test you again.

24 thoughts on “Random observations of life and the SMP down range

  1. theasdgamer

    Great post.

    Brothers if you have a woman you want to keep around you are done saying “I don’t care”. She is asking for input, asking you to take control.

    This is golden.

    Hey Ton, remember me in about eight hours when a beautiful pole dancer will be rubbing her 38D’s against my chest and arm in dance class at the studio. The boob graze/rub is all the fashion among young women. 🙂

      1. theasdgamer

        I really don’t know her cup size, but her tracts of land are huge. She is a tiny thing, too–maybe 23″ waist, 34″ hips, 105 lbs., and 5’2″. I’ve seen her shake her yubblies like a pro doing a line dance.

        It is seriously difficult to avoid her protuberances while dancing with her, lol.

        Another woman admiringly referred to her as “perfect.”

        She’s blonde, but I don’t care for her affected voice. She’s recently divorced with two kids and I suspect that it was a frivorce situation. I can’t get enthused–merely amused. She keeps trying, tho, I’ll give her credit for perseverance. 🙂

  2. theasdgamer

    Ton, I am continually amazed at the power we men have over women. This hit me thinking about something I did last Friday.

    I told a married woman friend who goes out alone dancing that I wanted her to dance flirty with me this one dance. So she proceeds to let my hip collide repeatedly with her butt cheek and lets me tuck her under my arm close to my side. When the dance was over, we separated to dance with other people. Light, flirty, and fun, like I like it.

    Dominance is catnip to women. They love to be told what to do.

    She was all up for dancing with me a lot, later on. We danced together maybe 8-10 times that night, which is a lot.

    I’m still watching her to see what’s up. Does she fool around? Going out alone, I assume so. Not with slutty girlfriends, though. She divorced because the family business was tanking and there were too many fights about it.

    She made noises about her and her husband sitting with Mrs Gamer and me the following Sat. night when we were all planning to dance ballroom. Nothing happened, though. She didn’t even introduce me to her husband. I bet she had 2nd thoughts about being able to hide her chemistry. I’ve introduced her to Mrs. Gamer in the past and she won’t say hello to Mrs. Gamer. That says a lot.

    She’s always talking up her husband defensively, which tells me that he doesn’t stoke her fire. I have to wonder if she’s planning to jump or maybe get some on the side if she doesn’t already.

  3. Sumo

    O/T, but what’s the pantry/kitchen supply situation over there? I’ve got a decent spice rub that you and your boys would probably enjoy on BBQ nights.

      1. Jamie

        Equal parts paprika, garlic powder, onion powder, salt, chili powder (I like ancho or guajillo, but any will do), cumin, and dried oregano. Mix it all together, then add a couple spoonfuls to a Ziploc bag with your steak. I recommend ribeye if you can get it. Shake the bag well and work the spices onto the surface of the steaks. Put the bag in the fridge and marinate for an hour or so before grilling.

        I like this with a mushroom cream sauce; it balances out the heat from the spices a bit. Typing on my Kindle is a little tedious, but I’ll throw it up if you want it.

      1. Sumo

        Nah, it’s fine. The screen name is more out of habit than anything else. Much how folks know you as Ton in real life, pretty much everyone knows me as Sumo, even if they don’t use the nick.

      1. Liz

        “Back porch painted red”. That is one awesome colloquialism!!
        (never heard that one before)
        This is why I enjoy villainous company. “Polite society” is so damned boring. 🙂

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