Wimminz – celebrating skank ho's everywhere

Alpha, Beta, Gamma, game


The more I read about game, the more I think that I do not have even one atom of it in my body.

I should also say, that the more I read about game, the more I realise that it is used by men to denigrate and put down other men.

If a man fails at something to do with wimminz, it is stated that this is because he is a beta.

If a man gets a lot of skank ho pussy, it is stated that this is because he is an alpha.

Lots of guys will look at the kid on the right, and mutter “Beta, no way he is ever going to get laid.” which is in fact about as far from the truth as it is possible to be.

If you are then able to demonstrate that the kid gets laid a lot, they will mutter that he must have “game”, which is again about as far from the truth as it is possible to be.

Nota Bene; there is a huge difference between the kid on the right getting laid, and the kid on the right getting a 10 to marry and raise kids with and live happily ever after with.

The kid’s tee shirt says “I fuck on the first date.” which is quite possible, not “I marry a 10 on the first date.” which is incredibly unlikely unless he just won the lottery jackpot.

Incidentally, I have a policy on fucking on first dates, if the skank doesn’t put out on the first date, there is no second date, and if the skank doesn’t make it clear in text that she will put out on the first date, there is no first date.

I have no time for wimminz who do not trust themselves to make a Yes / No decision to fuck me on a first date, if it takes longer than that for you to make your mind up, I don’t need you, you will inevitably be just as indecisive and neurotic in any putative future relationship.

So, back to the plot.

The reason the kid on the right could easily fuck on the first date, is women will fuck anything, they will fuck animals, household objects, vegetables, oddly shaped bits of plastic or silicone, close relatives, incarcerated rapists and murderers, tramps, and anyone with $20 in their pocket.

This kid may not have a lot going for him, but he is human, and white, which puts him ahead of 99% of the various things a woman will fuck…. I have seen many men who manage to fuck up getting laid without any apparent effort, I have never seen a man so ugly or unattractive that he could not get laid, if he stopped for just one day fucking up his own chances.

“Women will fuck anything” is not, as far as I am aware, a central tenet of game, even though it is all you need to know to get laid.

Perhaps, this is because “Women will fuck anything” is not something that can be spun into a book or self help course in exchange for money.

More likely, in my estimation, because “Women will fuck anything” does not improve my status one iota with my fellow men, nor does it impress them in the least.

Nevertheless, I see this whole alpha / beta meme, and the whole game meme, referred to constantly by a significant minority of men on sites such as the excellent Spearhead (link on the right) usually in conjunction with other putative ideas such as female hypergamy and suchlike.

They could be right, I have no way of knowing… knowing that my system works for me does not make my system valid, for anyone except me.

Some men have expressed the opinion that I am a “natural” alpha, not only do I not have to work at it, I am not even aware of it… I must admit, it is an idea that appeals to my ego, but it is not an idea that my intellect or heart can accept.

I’m slimmer than the kid in the picture, for sure… but better? of higher rank and status? Says who? Based on what?

Besides, he can lose the excess weight, and he is younger than me, hostage to fortune time to claim that my sexual elite skillz will forever put me beyond anything this fat kid can ever hope to achieve. Not a bet I am prepared to make.

But most of all, I find the fiercest proponents of game and alpha / beta etc to be ever so slightly faggoty, and not very manly generally, strutting peacocks, and it just doesn’t resonate within me, intellectually, emotionally or morally, as being based in fact and reason.

NATURALLY enhancing your own self worth, whether real or faked, is going to enhance your chances with the wimminz, but you don’t have to do this relative to other men by putting them down, you can do it relative to the actual target, women, by putting them down, and leave your fellow men alone.

Don’t get me wrong, Roissy is funny, it is humorous and amusing, but while Roissy et al are busy being aloof and cool, I have already pumped and dumped, and I didn’t have to go into any faggoty wine bars either and drink or pay for any overpriced faggoty drinks, nor do I have to wear any faggoty clothes.

What does concern me is the unspoken but implicit idea that game improves your chances of getting a “good” woman.

Getting the bitch isn’t the fucking problem, KEEPING her in the same state of mind and attitudes as she had when she met you, THAT is the fucking problem, and, as far as I can tell, an insurmountable one.

Game isn’t going to stop the bitch from deciding 5 years down the line that she wants all your shit, but not you…

Which is I think where the whole putative female hypergamy thing comes in, it is used to excuse the failings in game.

I prefer Occam’s Razor, wimminz are just shit, shades of ancient fables about the scorpion and the frog, wimminz aren’t hypergamous, wimminz are just wimminz, like scorpions are just scorpions, and now that we have deconstructed societal penalties that made wimminz act like human beings, they are just reverting to type.

The Scorpion and the Frog

One day, a scorpion looked around at the mountain where he lived and decided that he wanted a change. So he set out on a journey through the forests and hills. He climbed over rocks and under vines and kept going until he reached a river.

The river was wide and swift, and the scorpion stopped to reconsider the situation. He couldn’t see any way across. So he ran upriver and then checked downriver, all the while thinking that he might have to turn back.

Suddenly, he saw a frog sitting in the rushes by the bank of the stream on the other side of the river. He decided to ask the frog for help getting across the stream.

“Hellooo Mr. Frog!” called the scorpion across the water, “Would you be so kind as to give me a ride on your back across the river?”

“Well now, Mr. Scorpion! How do I know that if I try to help you, you wont try to kill me?” asked the frog hesitantly.

“Because,” the scorpion replied, “If I try to kill you, then I would die too, for you see I cannot swim!”

Now this seemed to make sense to the frog. But he asked. “What about when I get close to the bank? You could still try to kill me and get back to the shore!”

“This is true,” agreed the scorpion, “But then I wouldn’t be able to get to the other side of the river!”

“Alright then…how do I know you wont just wait till we get to the other side and THEN kill me?” said the frog.

“Ahh…,” crooned the scorpion, “Because you see, once you’ve taken me to the other side of this river, I will be so grateful for your help, that it would hardly be fair to reward you with death, now would it?!”

So the frog agreed to take the scorpion across the river. He swam over to the bank and settled himself near the mud to pick up his passenger. The scorpion crawled onto the frog’s back, his sharp claws prickling into the frog’s soft hide, and the frog slid into the river. The muddy water swirled around them, but the frog stayed near the surface so the scorpion would not drown. He kicked strongly through the first half of the stream, his flippers paddling wildly against the current.

Halfway across the river, the frog suddenly felt a sharp sting in his back and, out of the corner of his eye, saw the scorpion remove his stinger from the frog’s back. A deadening numbness began to creep into his limbs.

“You fool!” croaked the frog, “Now we shall both die! Why on earth did you do that?”

The scorpion shrugged, and did a little jig on the drownings frog’s back.

“I could not help myself. It is my nature.”

Then they both sank into the muddy waters of the swiftly flowing river.

3 Comments »

  1. Got to your blog from spearhead; great stuff!

    Comment by marlon — March 23, 2011 @ 3:46 am

  2. This makes me feel a whole lot better. Intelligently I understand game, but applying it…if I even managed it I feel it would be easily spotted as poor acting

    Comment by Tim — January 19, 2014 @ 10:35 pm

    • Congrats!

      About then ONLY thing that whole PUA stuff is good for is to make desperate but still heavily indoctrinated “betas” to get a glimpse behind the curtain of phony female mystique(*gag).

      The chaff will still fall for it, waste time&money on Alphadom.
      But the lucky will see the phoniness and psychological self-abuse it teaches, just for some used up cunt, as the bullshit that it actually is.
      Maybe not that clearly at first, just a vague feeling of wrongness about the whole concept.

      Keep listening to that inner voice.

      Comment by hans — January 21, 2014 @ 9:56 am


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