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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

 

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

LOM(Lack of motivation ) and men going there own way; the observations of an aging grunt.

In various Army schools ( the tougher ones) there is this concept called LOM, short for Lack of Motivation. If you are dropped from one of these schools for LOM your invitation to the ball is permanently rescinded. You can fail and fail and fail but if you don’t drive yourself as hard as you can you are gone for good. Some schools will fail your ass just to see if you’ll come back but the unforgivable sin is not trying hard enough.

 

I see girls in the SMP working the same concept. Mild shit tests are a way of her checking your motivation. How badly do you want her? The fucked up thing is, want her badly enough to put up with her bullshit and she doesn’t want you. Next her to soon and no ass for you. A large number of men are playing the game in this grey area, looking for the sweet spot of when they should next the bitch or push forward all while trying to deal with her pysops and deception campaign against him

 

The Army is divided up in several large sections. One of the more basic divisions is conventional warfare vs the unconventional warfare units. There are the war fighters, the combat arms guys like infantrymen, artillery, tankers etc and support personal. The unconventional guys are, in general terms, more fit, more motivated etc then the conventional guys. The unconventional guys are broken down into a tier system. Tier 3 outfits, tier 2 outfits and tier one outfits. There are more men starting in the NFL then hold a tier 1 slot. People will often assume something foolish like why doesn’t the Army make everyone a tier one door kicker, but the world doesn’t work like that. There are only X number of men who can make that cut, who can drive themselves that hard, nor does everyone need to be tier one to win wars and a man is not somehow lesser because he is tier 2 or a conventional war fighter but girls with their run away hypergamy and out of control sense of self don’t get that. They only want tier one men. And he has to be tier one in every aspects ( or lest think he is. Women do a shitty job determining reality vs illusions)They can be happy with a tier 2 guy if she hits a certain level of age and introspection and will settle for a tier three man but her happiness and his will be short lived,

 

In comes men going their own way. The interwebz and maybe the world has this concept that men who go their own way are somehow lacking in ambition or drive and frankly their is good reason to suspect that because often the loudest voices for going their own way are men who have been kicked more often then a stray dog in the hood, however my observations do not fully support the MGTOW are looser mantra and all SMP’s are local.

 

Most of the men in my platoons were going their own way. They did the math and women didn’t make the cut. These are not men who suffered from a lack of motivation. Before coming to me the volunteered to join the Army. To be Paratroopers and infantrymen in the war time Army. Infantry school isn’t as tough as Ranger school, but its not something most military men want to deal with. Same with jump school and frankly infantry school and jump school are the easy parts. The hard part comes when your assigned to a unit. To be in my platoon they had to have done a combat tour, score 80% or better in every aspect of the Army’s physical fitness test, be tactically and technically sound and do our 3 week tryout/ training program. NCO’s had to have Ranger tabs or agree to go to Ranger school when the slots showed up. Then they had to desire being in my platoon with my training schedule and most of them did all this because they wanted to be a cut above the average Paratrooper and they wanted to brawl more down range.

 

What does that mean in SMP/MMP terms? Well, frankly not much because women want finished products and these are young men, still in the making. They aren’t the best providers going but its a decent paycheck, always on time and always with medical coverage. They were fit and while not necessarily educated and book smart, they were smart enough to learn all the shit they need to know and they are not the kind of men to back down from tough situations and this brought them… pretty much nothing in our local SMP. So they generally dropped out of it. Guns, cars, trucks, beer and yes Call of Duty with their crew was more enjoyable then chasing girls. These are young, fit, testosterone driven young men who with no fanfare, made the decision girls in the local market were not worth the effort.

 

On a personal note, I have always enjoyed my time away from the SMP. Its when I learned the most, did the most, trained the hardest etc etc. I was successful despite being married not because of it. During my last break in the SMP I bought a decent camera, something in the $300 range, took a class on photography and rode the Blue Ride Parkway, start to finish and back taking pictures the whole way. Took me 12 days to do less then a thousand miles. One of the best things I have ever done but I have also built bikes, gone to driving school, improved all manner of skills like carpentry, small engine repair, wielding and squatted 725 in contest. In short I am who I am because I exist the SMP regularly

Folks should think on that before they get to running down MGTOW.

 

 

 

congruency and frame

Due to a variety of factors each man’s position in the hierarchy of men will be different. Additionally two men equally ranked can achieve their position with different styles. Almost all of us have some sort of limitations on our rank/ value in the SMP/MMP. Some factors are within our control, others are not. I can control my weight but not my height. I cannot control my height but I can control my body language. We are all born with a certain level of raw intelligence but we can optimize what we were given. Because I am not mentally lazy, folks often think I am better educated, more intelligent then I actually am. Because I carry myself well, folks think I am taller than 5’7”. Because I am physically fit, women generally guess my age at 35 not 44. Maximize where you can, double down on your natural born gifts and talents while being aware of your weak areas and how to compensate for them

The next few paragraphs are about men I know who doubled down on their talents.

One of my running partners, JW, is a young man who has what I would call the Classic Business Alpha style. He is tall, lean, and always well dressed. He is a self made multimillionaire with serious charisma. As in he got us into a world famous golf club while I was dressed in riding leathers. One of the best displays of social skills I’ve witnessed. He has money, but doesn’t lead with his wallet. He has a wife who looks the other way while he has two kept women. When I meet him he was tearing his way through women like wet paper. The kept women are a compromise with his wife. He has the money, dresses the part and drives a Dodge Viper. He is on 1st name bases with any many worth knowing in our area because of his ability to charm whatever social circle he stands in. He is the son of a Special Forces E-8 who died on duty. For those not familiar with the term that means a middle class upbringing at best. His whole image is created by his own drive and desire. He has been working this program since his father died; doing the kind of things that makes him a big fish in our area of operations (AO). Which, oddly enough, is one of those Super Zip Codes Charles Maury talks about. His whole persona fits that Classic Business Alpha Style. He is the kind of guy many Beta’s love to hate.

My friend BR is the Classic Southern Gentlemen/ Officer Alpha. #1 he is pretty. He is the only guy I know who has women approach him; give him their phone number, touch themselves when he is speaking with him etc. I’ve seen strippers push each other over him. He is good looking enough where he doesn’t need anything else but his looks. He is 6’2”, athletic, verging on the 6 pack abs kind of stuff, with the classic blonde hair and blue eyes. He comes from Old Southern Money. Way back in the day, his family helped fund what is now one the more important colleges in our homeland and his family’s name is all over the campus. His father and grandfather were active duty generals; his uncle is a general in their State’s National Guard (NG). Being in the NG is damn near a family requirement. BR dropped out of college and came into the Army as a Warrant Officer to fly 58D’s and he fly’s the mother fuckers. He is the guy you want driving one of those things for your close air support. I meet BR when he was still a 58D driver, and before he moved on to TF160, the Army’s Special Operations Aviation Regiment. He now fly’s for some secret squirrel outfit doing Lord knows what to only God knows who. Any rate, BR is beloved by everyone. I mean everyone, and his whole package fits. He is tall and good looking, has a bad ass job, drives a bad ass corvette, comes from money but isn’t pretentious etc. His whole persona fits. He is now married to a lady who use to model swim suits and what not. She dropped all that to be BR’s and bought him that bad ass corvette as a wedding gift. Yea he’s that good

Now the guy who does my tattoos is named DT. DT is the artist type. Not just his tattoo work (which has won awards) but he plays in band that got some national coverage a few years back, regularly sells his paintings and is an occasionally published author. Comparative religious studies kind of stuff mostly. Even the beer he makes is an art to him. He is also a small business owner, with a handful of employees. Some in his tattoo shop, but he has a fulltime employee selling his art. Anyrate his persona fits. He has a theme for his life and he works to excel at it. His theme is art. Now I haven’t noticed him do quite so well in terms of numbers, but he has no problems pulling women and always has a couple of plates in rotation. I think he would do better in a more urban environment. The artist thing isn’t a big seller here locally, but he does pretty damn well with women and you never see him with anything under a 7 or any girl close to his own age.

All three of these guys have something else in common though. They are all working different versions of Bad Boy game. One of the typical short comings in this part of the interwebz is viewing Bad Boy game in very limited terms. Most use the term to describe a guy like myself or someone with a prison record…(ok also myself)but y’all get my point. Sometimes Bad Boy game can be hard to see but its there. Hell just being good with women gives you some level of Bad Boy cred. JW has a reputation for being a ruthless man. Cross him and he gets his payback. Have two lawyers check out any contract he brings you, and you don’t want to see him chatting up any of your clients. That’s on top of his Bad Boy cred regarding being married and keeping women on the side. Openly. BR has it given his profession and lifestyle. He has a dangerous job and he excels at it. He has a bad ass car, rides a bad ass bike and has banged enough chicks to establish his pre selection/ Bad Boy cred. DT has his own version of Bad Boy game. #1 he is heavily tatted up, being a tattoo artist lends weight to his bad boy cred, as well as being in a band. A good band that doesn’t have any problems booking gigs throughout our area (they do the kind of rowdy rock and country songs that Southern folk love to drink too). I am one of the few people who knows about his master’s degree in comparative religious studies, but people know its is an interest of his. Here in the Bible belt, that also lends weight to his Bad Boy cred.

What they have in common is a congruent package that fits them as men. JW had to craft his out of thin air. He did not like being poor, wearing hand me downs etc and set out to fix that shit and he fixed it with a fucking vengeance. DT also created his image out of thin air. His father was an enlisted guy in the Air Force. DT wanted what he wanted, to study what he wanted, to draw and paint what he wanted when he wanted and to play his bass. He went against the wishes and advice of his family and friends to chase after his art. BR is pretty much all natural from breeding but his upbringing developed who he is and he has busted his ass to be the kind of pilot he is. Last time I checked he had more combat flight hours then most of his peers have hours. Each man has a persona butyl up in layers, one resting on the other until in a very real sense they became arch types for their chosen lifestyles. None have any obvious weak spots in their persona for women to explore… ie attack (they are also tall which should never be discounted as a force multiplier in the SMP/ MMP)

Our packaging needs to fit and be congruent. I think if a man is to spread out in the things he likes, he doesn’t build up… I don’t know… a pillar (?) of SMV value. I reckon I am making the anti-Renaissance man argument. Specialize and work your comparative advantages to your benefit in the SMP and the wider world.

 

This post brought to you be insomnia

more musings on random man-o-sphere comments

In my mental wanderings I read a lament about women today and the need to teach women to value their virginity and to develop other skills to attract men.

I call shenanigans

 

#1)I married a virgin and it was still a fucking nightmare. Guys cling to this low to no N-count as some sort of magic fetish that will ensure marital bliss. Sorry friends I am living proof it doesn’t work that way. Nor am I the only one

 

#2) teach them what exactly? No one seems to get to that point, myself included. The Girls and access to their bodies is what adds value to my life. I reckon when folks say this ‘teach them to develop other things to attract men” they mean domestic stuff which is faulty thinking on several fronts.

  • it assumes men value the same kind of frilly, kick knack stuffed girly domestic life women do
  • does not take into account most domestic work done by women is for their own up keep
  • it does not take into account every modern convince that helps make a stay at home mom’s life easier makes the bachelor life easier
  • it does not take into an account how expensive women are to keep compared to having a house keeper, laundry service etc etc
  • cooking, cleaning and what not are not huge tasks, especially for a single adult man.

Men are perfectly happy in Spartan like conditions. When my majordomo walked into my house her response was “this is definitely a bachelor’s house”. If I had a dollar for every time I have heard that I’d have… about 300 bucks. Women always comment on that. The walls are a soft Earth color and the 1st thing you see when you walk through the door is a Texas Longhorn skull with hats hanging off the horns. I also have some military stuff on the walls, lots of flags, tributes to my Confederate roots and dead critters. I had one recliner, an end table with coffee table books on it, a small kitchen table, the chairs to go with it, a TV, a PS3 and a shit ton of guns and booze….. I do have a nicely appointed kitchen ( back to that buy things that last deal), but my house is not that far off from most of the bachelor’s I know. If anything, it was more decorated. Men don’t collect bullshit like women seem to accumulate which makes for a more slimmed down and easier to maintain living quarters.

I have women living with me now and they require up keep. My bathroom is a combat zone of “stuff”. Most of which I have no idea what it is or what it does. It was a lot easier to clean my few items, and the shower drain didn’t get clogged with long blonde hair until Girl#1 arrived. Girl#1 did have some useful items to add to the home, but mostly it was just stuff. I limited her to 10 kick knack type items and her important books. No collection of house wife porn allowed.

Microwaves, pre-made meals at Harris Tetter or Sam’s, vacuum cleaners, all those handy cleaning wipes… you name it if ti helps a mom of three keep a house clean and family feed, it helps men. The number of these items is endless. 1 Clorox wipe a day keeps the bathroom clean, three a day keep the kitchen clean etc etc. Because its only one of you the mess is considerably less, you have more place to put the small amount of junk you have (or in my case a lot of fire arms). You make less of a mess cooking meals, your meal plan is easier because your not balancing other peoples tastes in chow

 

Women cost money. They need more clothes, more stuff for the bathroom, this gadget, that bit of make up, stuff to keep aunt flow from making a mess… again the list is fucking endless and costly. Not to mention the consumer research showing women spend more money then men.

 

I have already address how cooking, cleaning etc are not huge tasks and these things are what I can come up with? Imagine what a sober and more intelligent man could come up with?

 

People mean well when they say ” teach women to value their virginity and to develop other skills to attract men” but I reckon it is a very simplistic, idealized view of women and life, like some folks romanticized visions of the 1950’s.

They also must understand the nature of marriage, marriage no longer equals regular sex ( if it ever did) or any type of claim to children and family. Kids and therefore the family belong to the government and women

The solution is returning to what works; women and children being the property of fathers and husbands.

Perpetual Shit Tests

In my random man o sphere readings, I came across some guys asking about the never ending nature of shit tests. I think this stems from three basic issues #1a particularity weak woman, who for whatever reason requires more reassurance then typical #2 a man with a weak masculine frame and #3 women rarely see their man express any kind of dominance to the outside world causing her to subconsciously question his frame. She also rarely sees him at work, which is a typical place for men to engage in the kind of competitive things that lube her up and lets her know she chose wisely.

 

#1) there isn’t much we can directly do about women who require more reassurance then average. Most likely that came about due to events beyond her control, and it is not reasonable for her to approach this, or any topic in a rational manner. However I do see feminism causing women to be weak and needy. Why? Because feminism says she is just like a man, as tough and as strong and as good in shitty situations as any man going. She judges herself against other men, and often enough against high value men and one of the ways men earn their high value is by being better then average when the shit hits the fan. Regardless of what kind of shit or what kind of fan. I cannot began to count how many dumb ass bitches have told me they are as tough as me, or as strong or “can take me” etc etc. Sure those all shit tests, but they are shit tests created by the false notion of equality and the blank slate theory . Any rate, any woman who compares herself to men is going to come up short and become full of self doubt. One of the reasons women cannot approach this need in a rational manner is feminism which turns women away from honest dealings with men as it tries to turn women into poor imitations men

 

#2) fix your frame. Frame is damn near everything in life. As I have said countless times, I am not in the fake it till you make it crowd and I do not believe you will ever have a strong masculine frame with out developing a strong sense of masculine pride. We also know to my reckoning that means over coming challenges that pose serious risks. My favrotie recommendation is learning how to fight because it requires a lot of effort, over coming pain and fear and is more readily available then most avenues.  Getting into SOCOM takes a while and will drastically change your life. Learning to fight MMA will take 10 hours a week or so and you can learn MMA while you work full time. All manner of things will build that frame. I use to occasionally hangout with pro surfers in Hawaii. Those guys had frame, but it can be pretty damn hard to learn how to surf in most places.

 

#3) is both a blessing and a curse. Living in soft times and polite society has it appeals but sadly is the death of masculinity. Still I reckon an over all improvement in your frame will help address this. I got to thinking this lack of handling routine challenges in front of your woman ( or women seeing men do this in their daily life) sets a man up for more shit tests because of two events. One not so recent and the other pretty damn. Girl#1 is not much for shit tests but she still manged to reduce the number of them after the local urban youths tried to culturally enrich us. She also told me, when I got back, that event gave her a greater appreciation for what I do when down range. I cannot recall any shit tests from her in the 90 or so days I was in Afghanistan after that event. That’s a 1st. Basically she went from knowing I was capable to knowing I am capable. I reckon that’s a big difference in her mind.  A few days back Girl#3 commented on how when I get in peoples way( at the airport in this case) they apologized to me, dipped their head and moved out. She claims the 1st time she noticed this was when we were attending a military ball where I was all duded up, the only man not in uniform and officers and senior enlisted both deferred to me. These are not things I ever noticed but she has

So that dominating in the outside world does not have to be slaying dragons. I reckon men deferring to you is enough to raise your social standing and ease up on the shit tests.

 

 

editors notes I am shit faced on bourbon and Elvis Presley so if this post blows in the morning I’ll take it down