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Cut off and happy

I loved watching the storm last night. I opened all three French doors, pulled the recliner over, grabbed a bottle of apple wine, put my Lady Pit in my lap and settled in. The Girls slid up next to me before long.

I am, at this moment, physically cut off from the rest of the world. Its a good feeling. The road that takes us from my little sliver of the inter-coastal waterways to the main land is under water. Not sure how deep, don’t much care, but it’s a couple hundred feet wide. Don’t much care about that either. If I did, I’d put my kayak in the water and find out the depth, maybe find the road under the water, mark the path and drive my truck into town. If driving to town is posdible. Doesn’t seem to be much of a current but if there was, it woukd only take me to town. Which I am happy enough to be separated from.

It’s a peaceful easy feeling. We lost power some time back. Made our inlet nice and quiet. Of sorts. The storm was noisy, but there is no hum from the refrigerator either. I have a generator. Haven’t used it yet. I am enjoying the sounds of nature, family and my neighbors to much. Maybe I’ll crank it up when I run out of ice. Yeti coolers are money, so maybe I won’t run out of ice.

I was up early as I always am and the 1st thing I noticed (beyond the Hell jounds and the Girls) was the silence. No wind, no rain, no sound from the refrigerator. Quick check of the house while Girl glares and my Lady Pit bounces around. Neither would go out for the bathroom in the rain. Ton Spawn was sleeping in, the storm kept him up, the house was intact.

The water is high, maybe 5 ft, right at the edge of our retaining wall and over lapping my dock. We use to be surrounded by wet lands. To our front, the river/ bay, ocean and one of our larger and more popular barrier island. Which i am sure did its protecting us from the wind and storm surge. On the other three sides was wet lands and a road. Now  they are under Lord only knows how much water. I climbed up to the roof/ bbq area of my boat shed and checked out my street. We all did well. The one tree in my street, happens to be in my yard, fell. Ground was to wet to hold it, and it fell across the street. Not much of a tree or obstacle but since you can’t really drive around it now, it needed to be #1 on my to do list. Our little road was cut, and since no one was hurt, or in immediate danger, restoring our high speed avenues of approach became the priorty #1.

I love the silence. We are always quiet,  but this morning it was silent. I wanted to keep it going so I used a pocket saw instead of a chain saw. Made two cuts, which made three peices of tree and cleared the road. A short walk took me tout the next obstacle. Water. The road was cut at the community boat ramp. Not much one can do about that so I turned around and walked back.

And I do have power of sorts. Couple solar panels, couple of deep cycle marine batteries and we have been keeping our phones and tablets fully charged. Could do the same with either the truck or the SUV, but I haven’t cranked either. My neighbors have. In fact the guy at the far end of the road has a small generator going. I hear it occasionally and he came by to let us know we could stash food in his freezer, charge our phones etc. Which we took advantage of. The food storing.

He laughed when I told  him I had a generator but wasn’t using it. They all think I am crazier then a shit house rat but seem to enjoy my company any which way

I did cook for everyone earlier today. By God’s good graces we don’t have much clean up to do. Us even less because I stashed most of our stuff. Nothing major, burgers and dogs, some chicken and fish. Stuff we needed to cook before it went bad. I cooked, kept an eye on some older kids and drank slightly chilled homemade wine while they all worked.

One of the other guys tried to AMOG me.  Some lame joke about me cooking and baby sitting. I laughed, said I didn’t want to break a nail and took a long pull off my bottle of wine. Amature. There he was picking up various bits of debris,  there I was enjoying myself, grilling, drinking and watching the kids and dogs run.

It’s a pretty good life

Truly we are blessed

Life is funny. I could tell the road being cut bothered some people. A quick plan, made up on the fly settled them down. Overt displays of masculine confidence and mastery over the world around you always settles the bitches. Of both sexes. The Girls slid up next to me after the ad-hoc meeting. Daddy likes

All the shit I have on hand for emergencies and I’m not really using any of it. It’s been a very mild disaster for us. More like camping at home. I could be bossier, but why?

I had some regular non treated 2×4’s stashed in the rafters of my garage. A little work with a hand saw and now we have some fire wood. I invited the neighborhood over, all 5 families but not sure any will show up.

Almost everything amuses me. This storm hasn’t been any different on that front. Was interesting watching the Betas be stoic and sort of flippant about the storm. Good, strong  family men. Yeoman worthy of the tittle. The kids have had a blast. My Lady Pit has run wild today because there is no place for her to run off to now that we are a mini island. She has knocked all the kids down at least once. On purpose each time. Girl hasn’t left Ton Spawn or the Girls alone. She sticks to them like glue these days.  I can tell the other dudes wives are happy. Their men were right, no need to evacuate, they can now rest in the strength and decsion making skills of their man. Lest for a few days.

Everyone enjoyed that feeling you get when things are better in the morning. I could tell they all took pride and enjoyment out of cleaning up after the storm, pride and enjoyment in the various clever tricks they came up with to over come the obstacles of having no power, running water and what not. Plus the shared experience of sheltering in place

Time to go put sauce on the chicken and check my trout line before it’s fire pit, wine and pitching woo time

I know many folks are suffering right now, but the Lord was kind to me and mine last night.

Y’all take care now

 

Sell me on….

Saving Western Civilization

Another pretty typical man up and marry some bitch to save Western Civilization diatribe is making the rounds, and as is typical their marketing sucks ass. As in it is all sreech and no sales pitch. It and the comment section is filled with the typical feminist and posturing beta shaming attacks. Pretty boring shit; mgtow are genetic dead ends, they’re fags, pussies, defeatist etc etc.

Let’s face it, there is some percentage of men who could never marry under any social climate(which does not merit our ridicule)but I reckon the majority of mgtow probably could pull  a bride. The issue is could they pull a girl decent enough to offset the various risks. Asking that question is smart pool. The Bible tells us a lot of things. One is a wise man counts the cost before setting on a course of action. The Bible praises prudence and fools rush in where angles fear to tread.  Another bit of Godly  wisdom is….its better to live outdoors then with a bitch. Genetic dead-end, fag, pussy…. not much there to motivate the mgtow men on the bubble. And nothing there to offset legitimate concerns

Of course hit pieces like that are not about challenging and elevating men; they are about rallying the feminist/ tradcon troops, keeping them fired up to feed the meat grinder

Now on to this saving Western Civilization bidness…. my question is why?

The value in Western Civilization is directly propionate to its ability to ensure and protect the rights, property and faith of individual God fearing White men. Western Civilization is only worthy of protection and preservation to the extent it does those three things. Doing those 3 things allowed White men to create unparalleled advances in science, technology, wealth and art. To name a few. Beautiful art; music, sculpture, paintings… words…. all inspiring and elevating men, life saving medical advances… air conditioning…. those are not the purposes of Western Civilization but subset benefits to ensuring an individual White man’s rights, property and faith.

Does Western Civilization do any such things these days? Has it done any such in the last 3 generations? Or more? No says I… yes lots of new things in the science and technology but no to the rest. For me, a civilization that creates new gadgets doesn’t off set killing it’s unborn

As I have said before, civilization is a crutch, it gives women and weak men skirts to hide behind. It also gives unscrupulous men the ability to fleece honest men by the millions… never mind. I can on for sometime on that one

Also most men cannot grasp concepts like Western Civilization. You have to give them missions that hit close to home. That line will be relevant in a bit

When I do the math, I cannot see the value in preserving Western Civilization. It no longer serves its purpose or its masters. The bill will come due one day, and proping up a dying system only delays the day of reckoning which jacks up the bill

I don’t know when the wheels will fall off, I don’t know when the debt will be called in, I don’t know what, if anything, will replace it. Nor is it my concern

I want to preserve people, my people, my blood kin, the Ton progeny, my extended family, my brothers from my army days, my employees and in the big picture, Southern Whites, then kind of sort of White folks in general. The closer to home whatever you want to persevere is, the easier it is to plan for

the Ton Life priority of fires is short and sweet

Right relationship with the Almighty. I have various bits of paper from the Army saying I am a certified bad ass. I am nothing compared to Him who made me. It is only right to acknowledge those who are greater then us.

Making money. Money is the most useful tool you will ever have.  And by make money  I don’t mean having a job. You need to own assets. You will always make more money having employees then you will being an employee. In this world you are either a pimp making money off his ho’s and their tricks, a ho making money off tricks for your pimp, or a trick giving your money to the ho so she can give it to her pimp. It’s better to be a ho then a trick and it’s better yet to be a pimp

Next is your Frame, your reputation, masculine pride…. your mental, emotional, strength, toughness  and abilities.  It requires more brain power and balls to be the master of your own destiny then it does to be a worker been. Trust me. Any military or small business man will tell you that. And you need Game. Soical skills are an important aspect of your frame, reputation and standing among men

Number 4 is your ability to commit violence. This is about your physical strength and toughness. Which you won’t have if you are not mentally and emotionally tough.  This is about how good you are with a gun, how quick your fists are, how cunning and ruthless you can be… and knowing when to be ruthless, cunning and violent

Did you notice what isn’t on the list? Know why they aren’t there? It’s because you can not have those things on your own accord without getting those 4 things in order.

Life for a man will fall into place once he’s about 80% in each of those 4 things. Once you in that Grove, you stop worrying about how society or women or the government fucks up your life. You don’t worry so much about staying on top or losing a round or two because you know you can bounce back. You rely on yourself and your own resources vs needing the protections of far away concepts like Western Civilization

always double book

I am helping a friend transition from failed marriage to semi professional whore wrangling, (frequent event with my peers) and things are going well for him. He is a decent looking guy, fit and has a Harley. It hasn’t been a difficult transition for him, mostly he needed a crash course on how combat dating works and some better marketing. More fun, less serious. All of which is once again pretty typical for my peer group, but most guys struggle accepting one or two aspects of the modern combat dating life

One area he wasn’t really picking up on was placing a premium value on his time. The other has been taking certain things too personal. Like how often chicks flake.

Anyrate, he hits the tender and is doing well. Seems to me when you are the new guy on a dating app/ website you have about a 30 day grace period where girls are happy to talk to you simply because you are the new guy in town. So to speak

As we know, girls flake like its their full time job, and for more reasons then I care to get into. Its up to a man to deal with it like a boss. The “traditional” MGTOW response to typical female behavior (TFB) is to avoid females. My response? Put more bitches in your rotation. The deeper your batting roster, the less likely you are to put up with bullshit just to keep getting your dick sucked.  If one turns bitchy, you dump her and spend more time with one of the other chicks in your rotation or spend the free time looking to fill her time slot with a new girl.

Also chicks are more likely to flake the more valuable the time slot ie Friday and Saturday nights.

Double booking dates is one way to place a high value on your time. The best pool of 20 year old hotties is a little over an hour from where we live. Getting up there to be flaked on will take at least 2.5 hours of your life. Time you can never get back.  Being on a bike helps offset such time sinks. It’s a nice ride from our little town to what passes as a big city but really damn near any hobby is a decent way to double book, especially when you are building your rotation. Let’s say you want to… try out a new whisky bar. Book a date for the event. Worst case she no shows and you have a good time at a new spot. Same would apply to whatever. Like train museums? Put the date in the same general area. She flakes? Who gives a fuck you’re off to check out the trains….. Or whatever dudes like. Could be a Gander Mountain or a bass pro shop or a boat shop…  Sporting events are also a great way to double book your time. If you planned on going to XYZ bar to watch So and So fight, doesn’t really matter if she flakes or not the fight is always there for you.

Of course the best way to double book is with a second bitch. On a good day neither flake and you get to bang two( or more) chicks in a single day…..

 

Any rate my friend finally doubled booked a Saturday. The girl with the early time slot flaked on him, though she did so early enough for him time to adjust his plans. In this case he adjusted his plans by telling the girl in the later time slot he was available sooner then expected… and he banged her a little later on that day

 

Point to all of this is?… This is the 1st time he’s had a girl flake on him and it didn’t fuck with his Frame. Not only did it not fuck with his mind about the 1st time slot, his Frame was good enough to pull off banging a new chick. That’s tight. Good game ie good tactics for arranging your life almost always leaves you on the mental upswing and normally, if you set things up correctly, you still come out on top. Even if it isn’t in the manner you suspected. This is one of them lessons from Game that should be applied to all areas of a man’s life

Double bonus; because he had a second date lined up, he took the 1st girl flaking out on him like a boss, which got her to reschedule and he banged her Monday night

 

That’s how its done. Like a boss

 

 

Ton on Patriarchy

Around these here parts, we all hear a lot of man talk about Patriarchy, restoring Patriarchy and being a Patriarch in the hear and now.

Despite men’s best efforts and genuine desire, I doubt how many of us are Patriarch of his family. !st, few men really know what the job entails. The tactical reality on the ground is being a Patriarch as a Roman or Saxon would understand the term is not only socially despised but outlawed. Leave all your wealth to your oldest son, and your other children can take it to court, overriding your last will and testament. Correct your wife, put her on a budget, demand your rights to her body and you can be facing domestic violence charges. Try forbidding your daughter or son from marrying who they choose or majoring in what they want at college….. Sure you have options, but the law won’t back you on any of them.

Most men, most especially Betas are not cut out to be Patriarchs. The way I reckon things it was betas males who drove feminism. Why? Alpha males always have sexual options, no matter how restrictive the culture he finds himself in. It is beta males who get ground down by nagging wives and the toils of life. Life is hard on betas and feminism was a way to lighten their load. Or so they were told and so they thought. Thing is, there are no light loads. You only transfer one set of burdens for another. Christ tells to come unto him to find rest because there is no long term worldly rest.

To be a Patriarch is to take on burdens. The burden of command and authority is no fucking joke. Most men do not understand what is like to have life and death authority over and responsibility for the well being of 30-40 or more men. One of the man o sphere’s mistaken ideas is the limited scope of Patriarchy. It is not simply ruling over and taking care of your small family. It is having a very real amount of responsibility for your grandchildren and their lives, your siblings, their spouses and their children. Maybe your fathers siblings, your parents and their parents as well. Various discussions about Kinism will address these issues more thoroughly. It is not coming home and deciding what’s for diner, its deciding on where the family will live, subjects children will study, sports they will engage it, which head of live stock live and which ones get butchered, its how much money to save, what to spend money on, who should marry who, what business ventures the extend family will engage in, who shall run which endeavor, where and how to worship, who is and who is not living up to the family name, what shall be done with those who do not…. the list is damn near endless.

In a true Patriarchy, when my brother crossed the river Jordan, responsibility for his widow and children would have legally fallen on me. They would have moved in to my house, I would have parented his children, chosen his widows next husband, had full legal authority and legal responsibility for them.

When my little brother was called home he left behind a wife and two young daughters. Not only did he leave a widow behind but two young daughters. One of whom has serious behavioral problems, and I mean serious. The kind that leads to nothing good; hard life, early death, jail time not to mention the harm she does and will do to others. She was like this before my brother died, but they came to live with me for a short while where my troubled niece saw major behavioral improvements from living in steady state of consistent, calm discipline. My more fragile niece thrived.  My sister in law learned how to make good decisions, balance a budget, keep a clean house, dispense discipline and justice with her children, cook healthy food and in general be a functioning adult and mother.

She left my house in a huff because I was limiting her girl power (drinking), treating her like a child ( at best a woman is the oldest teenager in the house, still a child) and because I just didn’t understand how hard it was for her to be a widow and a single mom. For the record, I understand, as much as I can, but frankly I don’t give a fuck. Those are excuses to be a failure.  How hard it is doesn’t change what needs to be done, how it needs to be done or the needs of small girls. I fucking hate excuses. Spin hamster spin.

Any rate, she moves out and back to their old home and things are now once again out of control. The house is too large for a single mom to keep clean, or for one to keep track of the kids. The yard is way to large for her to deal…. especially with how much the one child requires supervision and the other damage control.  The cost to keep the house going is quite high. The problem niece torments pets to the point when she was bitten by a their dog no one in my family blamed the dog. I now have their Pit Bull. He is at my feet as I type, poor guy gets bullied by the Hell Hounds, but he takes it in stride. My niece steals, she lies like she breathes, natural and easy and some are damaging as hell( she once started begging money saying her mommy could not afford to feed them and gifts laying on the sob story about being fatherless and her mommy not having the money to buy them things( neither are true); she had the school call CPS on my sister in law because she was angry at her mother and she cranked up the lies; she is violent toward smaller kids, including her sister; cheats at everything she does and of course gets in a fair amount of trouble at school. There really is nothing much positive to say about the child, though if she was a boy, he’d be one ass pulling machine.

Child Protective services was called on my sister in law, who is frankly a dumb, drunk bitch who made matters worse, but not so bad the CPS folks took the kids. More recently my nieces behavior sunk to a new low which could have only been achieved by neglect. A week long period of neglect while they spent 5 days at a well known theme park. My sister in law, and her family thinks it’s funny; my sister in laws idea of discipline is to yell  threats at the child, like I will punch you in the face, then she laughs about the poor behavior. She has never made the child return the money or gifts she grifted or give the money/ gifts to charity. Her excuse for not doing anything? She had never faced such a thing before? Who the fuck needs to have a massive amount of experience with a their child being a con artist to know that step one is making sure the kid doesn’t actually profit from their deceit? Also I am leaving a bunch of stuff out, some a potentially worse then what I have reported.

So I rolled up to see them, to recon the objective and develop a course of action….

The grass had not been cut in who knows how long, the neighbor who was doing it for free has not had the time( he is busy dealing with the shitty economy and even worse wife, but he is such a beta he felt the need to apologize to me like a thousand and one times hence the shitty wife); the house was full of trash, some in trash bags, a goodly amount was not. There was rotting food in my sister in laws bedroom; half eaten food all over the place; the kids bathroom was a wreck including a toilet full of piss and shit, faucet handles so nasty I wouldn’t touch them etc. The 1st thing I noticed walking into the house? It smelled like dog piss which also means my niece the problem child is having a blast tormenting the new puppy. Yea my dumb ass sister in law got another dog for that kid to attack. My good niece is an emotional wreck, God bless her. She is good as gold but I fear what this will do to her. My sister in law was damn near incoherent on wine at mid day, she has strangers living with them. A family of troglodytes she has known for like 4 months with a massively dysfunctional background.

I grabbed my nieces, put them on my bike and found a hotel. Well that isn’t true. I already knew where it is. The next morning when I return my sister in law freaks out about them being on the bike. The strangers in the house had to tell her I took the kids. Yea she didn’t remember crazy ass uncle Ton left with her kids. She thinks the house is fine as it is( apparently its basically clean, just cluttered), the evil child is sweet and loving despite kicking her younger sister in the face for shits and grins, the emotionally wrecked child is fine and of course she has the ultimate excuse; its hard to be widow and she is doing a great job given how hard it is

Bullfuckingshit. She is an utter failure as a mother. A little tough love later and she is trying to kick me out of the house. I refused to go without the girls, she calls the cops. A small little lady cop shows up and she is scared shitless when she sees my sister in law in an uncontrollable rage. Of course I am by default the bad guy. I refuse to comply with her demands I leave the property. She threatens to arrest me, I shrug. I told the lady cop I will leave with my nieces; when CPS shows up or in a body bag. She has no idea how to respond and calls for help. I am cal sitting on my bike, recording everything on my cellphone, being as non threatening as I can be, while my sister in law rages. The lady cop tries to speak with me but I tell it will only add stress to the situation unless my sister in law is put in check. She tries to engage in nervous chit chat until a sergeant shows up who pulls me to the side while the girl cop tries to keep my sister in law in calm. The amount of emotional and physical energy a drunk crazy bitch can pour out and sustain is unbelievable. I would have collapsed from exhaustion before the 1st law dog showed up.  I tell him the same thing I told the lady cop, plus about my gun and offer to temporarily surrender the gun and sit in his car until CPS shows up or he searches the house. He does not take me up on the offer. I tell him about the other family and he waits for a third cop to show up. The two cops spend about 3 minutes in the house before calling CPS.

Its a weekend so it takes a long time for CPS to show up. Mean while the cop is trying to do the tough guy act now that things are basically resolved/ under control, giving me a list of the things he could pull me in for. I resit the urge to say something clever like “oh nos, I’ve never been in trouble with the law before whatever will I do?”( that is my default response to cops just like I have an autonomic response to someone asking me who the hell do I think I am?  “I am the Ton motherfucker, maybe you heard of me, bitch?”

CPS says the house is a wreck but not so bad they’ll take the kids. I tell them and the cops if the kids are harmed or get some weird health issues I will hurt them. All of them. More bullshit posturing by the cops, but they do nothing and spend a fair amount of time telling me to relax. Which is funny since I didn’t cuss or raise my voice.

What comes next is the most dishearten part. Damn near everyone in my family and her’s blows up my phone to run through a laundry list of character faults, my character faults. Some pussy ass squid of a brother in law threatens to kick my ass. I laughed. I am clam as I always am. I hang up on each one of them after a few minutes. What’s the point in continue an argument with irrational 14 year old girls throwing hissy fits? None so there was no point in talking with them. I created a group text telling them I understand they are embarrassed because not only did they stand by and did nothing while the lived in filth and were at risk, they actively hide intell from me. I took action as soon as the intell arrived ( ok 7 hours later after I packed and got some sleep), and that they are scared my sister in law will turn on them and keep their nieces or granddaughters away but they are enabling the neglect of blood relatives and furthering the out of control behavior of our niece. I told them if they ever need to contact me it best be to apologize, and they will have to communicate through my father I blocked their numbers, email etc.

Only my father, uncles, two aunt and my own children are speaking to me. My daughter is in her own rage, she is a fierce as fierce gets in her protection of me.

Folks are puzzled I am not upset about how things played out. By everyone I mean my beloved daughter, Ton Spawn Production Unit and Half Ton Production Unit and my Majordomo. To me, there is nothing to be upset about. The family who turned on me demonstrated how they do not add value to my life or honor my brother, our name or blood kin. They are weak, refusing to act to protect the weakest members of our collective family out of fear of a little woman with a drinking problem and some vague idea they will never see the kids again; they fear being called names and worst of all of being deemed judgmental…. I did what needed to be done, my duties, obligations and responsibilities fulfilled. My honor and pride intact. Doing nothing would eat me alive. I was asked how do I live with myself?(meant as a hurtful comment which I immediately hung up on; never complain, never explain, always take decisive action). That’s how I live. I do what needs to be done and I put duty, honor and right action above all else. One day I will stand before the Almighty God, and I have more to answer to then the most of men, but there are things I will not be called to as well.

We hear a good deal of men around these parts claim or speak to being the Patriarch type. I call bullshit 99% of the time. Soft men are not Patriarchs. Going to your Latin mass, or attending a so called traditional church with a stay at home wife does not make you a Patriarch. Doing the hard things for the least of your kin, making the hard calls and rolling with the hate does.

Want to be a Patriarch? Then embrace the suck of authority, responsibility and being hated. It’s a man’s job, not a betas.

Breaking a beta…. creating a pick up artist.

Back to my friend RJ…

RJ is not the most Beta of Beta’s but he is a little more Beta then he is Alpha, especially regarding the SMP and dealing with women. Not the biggest Blue Pill dude around but not full on Red Pill either. That came to a sudden stop last night.

Do you know what they say about jumping out of airplanes? Its not the jumping that kills you but the stopping; the Sudden Stop Syndrome and RJ’s sudden stop last night killed the Beta in him.

One of my cardinal rules for the SMP is, always have a side piece because she always has a side piece. She might be fucking him, or maybe she has Beta orbiters waiting in the wings but she has options and you are only one of them. Hell most likely not even her favorite option. Well that and it keeps your frame strong. No need to put up with much bullshit from a woman if your roster is 4 deep and three other chicks are waiting to spread their legs for you.

 

Any rate we were sitting around drinking pretty hard last night when his girl Blondie starts doing her fitness test thing, RJ do you like me, RJ do you have other women RJ I want this and that from you and I like you so much, you make me feel so safe and you are so nice to me… you’re the prefect man for me etc etc but I don’t know where we stand etc etc. We’ll she asks him “are we mutually exclusive?…. RTJ’s autonomic answer is of course we are, because RJ couldn’t fathom operating any other way. Well after RJ answered her, Blondie said she needed to cut some people lose then. Damn. All this time RJ was doing the nice guy thing and Blondie was spinning plates.

 

I could see RJ getting ready to explode, Blondie was drunk and clueless, so I grab RJ by the arm and pull him outside into the cold. Now here’s the thing, RJ could have exploded with anger etc, vented his feelings of betrayal or he could choose to pick up the knowledge bombs I have been dropping on him. RJ is smart man, and a man who doesn’t cotton to being taken advantage of, which is what happens to nice guys in the dating world. Being a nice guy in the SMP is like taking water balloons to tank battle.

 

Any rate I talk him down from detonating things with Blondie, and RJ has made the promise to always spin plates and never lead with his wallet. He plans on dropping Blondie when he has two other girls in his rotation and he plans on making it a nuclear level “next” but for the now he is going to keep her around and use sex as a weapon, pushing her limits and comfort zones, demanding she do things for him and him to her that she would normally never do… He is hell bent on using her like she used him and I doubt he will ever go back to his nice guy ways. Its cost him to much of his soul

 

Folks want to know why men do what they do in the SMP, and the answer to that question is as variable as there are number of men but surely a goodly part of that repairable answer is because of women taught them

 

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dread game an intorduction

I have this friend RJ who I’ve talked about before in  https://tonsplace.wordpress.com/2014/08/26/economics-of-motorcycles-and-alphaness/ RJ is working his way back into the SMP after a long and unsuccessful marriage. Once again he is the kind of man women say they want which puts him in the semi average frustrated chump category. He is typical for my circle of acquaintances in that he is a combat vet (airborne infantry), fit, fiscally sound etc and yet struggling to get by in a tough market because he is reluctant to go full Red Pill or travel to better hunting grounds.

 

His soft 8, Blondie, is starting to give him fits by upping the number of shit tests, mostly around how many other women he has, which is 0. Sadly. On the upside, her constant asking about other women is a pretty good sign she wants to lock him down and is worried he will pull something younger and hotter. RJ isn’t dumb enough to remarry so no worries there but he is still learning to read women, how to pass the various shit tests that come his way and I suspect leading with his wallet simply because he wants to do small, nice things for a girl who he digs while she is having money trouble. Hes a nice guy and nice guys finish last…. or don’t even make it to the starting line up. One problems is we don’t know if she wants to lock him down because she thinks he is an alpha among alphas or because she is looking for beta bucks. She is at that lane changing age, despite retaining a goodly portion of her looks. It doesn’t require much cash to fall into her beta bucks cross-hairs.  The only way to answer our question is to know how much time she spends looking for a bigger and better deal vs time spent annoying my friend about hid “other women”, which the knowing is pretty much impossible. Any which way, a woman doesn’t worry about being a side piece or him having side pieces if she doesn’t view him as somewhat alpha, good with women etc. Even if she has you in the beta bucks cross-hairs she will only worry about you having other gals if she views you as capable of pulling other chicks. If you believe most of what women say and do stems from projecting what they would like to do etc if they were men….. well it gives you a real unseemly insight to the fairer sex

Further complicating matters is women are inherently dishonest. Speaking in code means they often never speak the full truth or discover the full truth from others because they don’t ask direct questions. Often lie to themselves more then any one else… they are convoluted not complex. The whole thing is a mess and the best way to deal with their deceptive business practices is by not fully investing in a woman, which allows you to evaluate them in a more rational manner vs through a fog of sex induced haze. This is something RJ understands even if he doesn’t fully act on it

 

Anyrate a little more then a week ago, Blondie starts sending RJ texts about how she has this gut feeling RJ has other irons in the fire. I told him to deny it all which worked for about an hour. Then she asked via texts how many other women he had, and stated she was not angry etc but wanted to know…. yea that’s a set up and he fell for it texting her back with the number 0. At least it was a very short reply

Peace reigns for a few days then she asked him to come clean about women on the side and who they are. My standard answer to this is to rattle off names of famous, wealthy yet unattractive women… former 1st ladies of the united states of america makes a great answer…. yea I am banging Lura Bush, Hilary Clinton and Barber Bush when her hip is up for a good pussy pounding. Agree and amplify with a ridiculous set of options. Normally this brings me a goodly amount of peaceful days and gets them to laughing but in Blondie’s case it bought RJ a day. Less than.

The next day she texts about wanting to refrain from sex until she feels more secure….. what the fuck sense does that make? They have already been fucking for months and I tell him not to respond to that text. Instead he went for a 4 day ride with me. We rode out to Wilmington NC, down to Ft Fisher, then up to Top Sail Island before riding North Carolina’s Crystal Coast. Amazing ride. During the ride she texts him, he ignores her for the most part and pretty much tells her he’s on his bike clearing his head and thinking about their relationship….. insert dramatic music here. Think about what is going on with Blondie’s hamster. With no consultation and no warning, RJ went on a 4 day ride with a man known for keeping women in an open harem….. to think about the relationship…. women don’t like it when me think in solitude… they fear men thinking without feminine influence guiding their reckonings and to hang out with a man who can pull ass implies RJ can pull ass as well….. anyrate Blondie’s hamster was probably spinning itself to an early grave and she texts some bullshit about wanting to be just friends…. RJ tells her no, no friends stuff. Its a sexual, romantic relationship or nothing….. Blondie goes radio silent for a day then texts again…

Blondie: how many irons do you have in the fire

RJ: 150

radio silence all day Sunday

 

Monday comes around and she texts RJ: when will you be in town

RJ: late Monday

Blondie: oh. This will sound strange but I wanted to have sex today

RJ: I’ll be in town by 4; pick you up @ 9

Her: can I stay at your place until you get home

RJ: radio silence picks her up @ 930

 

Next day she texts him about how great the sex was and that she had to masturbate during work because thinking about him got her to hot to concentrate. Even sends him photos of the marks he left on her store bought D cups.

 

Dread and frame control brothers. Its like your rifle and body armor. One protects you so you can effectively use the other

Why do you like me….. dealing with a common shit test

When  a girl asks you “why do you like me” she is shit testing you, Its a mild test and driven by the inborn insecurities of women, but its a shit test none the less. We can call this one a fitness test if’ing you prefer since it is not usually nasty in its undertone though it does put a fella on the spot

Girl#1 and I got off to a rocky start, and when I 1st meet her, she felt her life was dysfunctional, despite having put most of her bullshit behind her and well on her way to that celebrated UMC income bracket (seems to me when your step dad beats your brother to death in front of you, then your mom marries like 5 convicts before you runaway you reckon its never really behind you) and she asked me “why do you like me?” an inordinately large number of times.

Now when a girl asks me this question I tell her “cause you’re pretty”; to which they often reply “is that it?” and to which I reply “isn’t that enough?”. Now when girls do this they are fishing for complements, which is what they do, but it is also beta bait. Jump on that hook hard and gushing all kinds of crazy nonsense will kill the tingles and your odds.

Why do you like me…. cause you’re pretty

Why do you like me…. cause you smell good

Why do you like me…. cause I enjoy looking down you shirt

Why do you like me…. because I have been blown up 7 times and lost the ablity to engage in rational thought

Why do you like me…. because you are kind and sweet

Why do you like me….. because you make my penis wrinkles disappear

Why do you like me…. because you dress well

Why do you like…. because I like smacking your ass

Why do you like me…. because you lack an innate hostility toward men

Why do you like me… because you are feminine

Why do you like me… because you fill out that sweater

Why do you like me…. because you’re pretty

Why do you like me… because you’re respectful

 

make her earn the answer to that question