I’m starting to use Microsoft Word to compose comments. I
recommend it. Not only does it spell check, but also it does syntax and
semantic checking. Perhaps I can compose better comments. I get so
into what I am writing emotionally, I will hit the “send” button a
little too early when I should have proofread more. I fucking hit it
and scream “Yeah, Take that!! you bitches. There’s a new motherfucking
sheriff in town now. HA!!!!” So Word does checking on the fly and
maybe I can seem a little more literate.
I have to concur greatly with this post. I have felt that the whole
Mid-Life Crisis thing was bullshit, at least from the explanation that
is so generally accepted by both, men and most especially, by women.
I read an article some years back where the author was saying that
men would experience something in mid-life, a profound depression,
possibly due to first realizations of mortality, that you can begin to
actually sense the finite nature of life, that you can actually
visualize yourself dying. And he ended the article with a warning to
men approaching this age “The black dog is on your trail.” Wikipedia
says, “the Black Dog is regarded as a ‘portent of death.’” I think all
that is a little strong. But it shows the societal buy in to the whole
idea of Mid Life Crisis.
But this post by Rollo is as good an explanation and as strong a
factor as any fear of death or need to recapture youth, to show you
still have it. The notion of the Mid Life Crisis is another Femcentric
rationalization exercise to shame you into getting back in line. You
need to Man Up and Be A Man.
I get into spats from time to time with my ex-wife, usually in
emails. I had one this week. There hasn’t been one in while and this was
the first one since I got extremely Red Pill aware and I struck for the
jugular in retaliation. The response I got back was so typical in
Female Shaming. At first I reacted to it emotionally, and then I just
called up the Red Pill. If I had wanted to I could have retaliated with
an explosive response. So shaming is exactly those justification,
rationalization, and defense mechanisms that women employ to criticize
and impugn that which goes against the behavior that they expect and
demand from men. It infuriates them when you pull back the curtain and
the shaming doesn’t work anymore.
But thanks to this blog, women can’t pull my chains like they could before. And I can certainly yank on theirs.
I constantly comment on the idea of a new paradigm, the whole
underlying set of filters and rules by which you emote, judge, act
because the paradigm that you have if bullshit and works against you.
These topics like Middle Age Crazy are exactly those concepts that you
need to reform.
Let me first set some basics. In 2002, I was 47 years old. I was
married, two kids, house in Louisville, Colorado, which is an upper
middle class suburb of Boulder or Denver, however you wish to look at
it. My house was valued at 589,000 at the time of the divorce. We
filed income tax on $250,000. I worked in software and she worked as a
gas broker, a trader like a stockbroker. We had two young kids,
European nannies, 3 cars. Everything revolved around the kids, weekend
and weekday activities. I had the kind of credit where you could walk
into a dealer, sign a piece of paper, and walk out with a new car. And I
was fucking near insane with frustration and anger. I did everything
you were supposed to be doing. I get jammed in comments about “your
beta ass”. I was doing what you were told by the world that you should
be doing. And I wasn’t just standing around saying “Yes ma’am” all of
the time. But I did often trade peace for a lost position. So what
would have been the alternative in the situation, jacking her ass over
every issue, standing my ground all the time? And the rest was just
habit, social convention, those things that men do because the world
says that men should do them. And we fucking do them because we are
good and decent motherfuckers.
Today I live alone. I earn a fraction of what I did back then.
Women are practically absent in my life. I have no desire to enter into
any sort of LTR with one and unless some remarkable change in fortune
occurs then I do not foresee having another one. Because I have no
women in my life after such a long time of having them in my life allows
me to see the sacrifices that a man has to make in order to have one in
his life. It takes so little for me to be happy without that stress
of women, their demands, what it takes to get them and keep them.
The difference in me now and then is remarkable. I am genuinely
much, much more content today that I was then and by any external
judgment of my life today compared to back then, I would easily be
considered a failure. I am healthier, much less angry, and in a far
better mood most of the time. People would have described me as angry
back then and many that read my comments today would say the same. But I
don’t feel that way. I feel strongly about creating a new
consciousness in men about the reality of women, and of Femcentric
society (Femcentric gets a spell checker red line underneath it. It
still doesn’t exist as a word yet).
So there is anything that a reader should take from this blog and
from the Red Pill is it is “You make a tremendous sacrifice by entering
in a Long Term Relationship with a women. And that sacrifice is far
greater than you are conditioned to believe. You give your freedom,
your effort, your heart, and I can tell you, a tremendous amount of
material and financial resources and assets.”
And I can also tell you emphatically. IT WILL GO UNAPPRECIATED. IT
IS EXPECTED. IT IS DEMANDED. IT IS THE PRICE OF EVEN SITTING AT THE
TABLE.
Now, eventually many of you will get to where I am at, where that
circuitry that causes to you desire and wish to have women in your life
gets fucking fried, where you cross the line that that last betrayal,
that last bullshit selfish bitch, that last episode of dealing with them
that will make you choose that it is better to be without them.
Or you can find The Middle Way. And I use that Buddhist term for a
reason. Buddhism isn’t a religion. Buddha wasn’t a god or a prophet.
He was a dude with an idea that came to him after living life as a rich
prince then rejecting that, he lived as a poor beggar monk.
And these are the Four Noble Truths of Buddhism:
-Life is suffering
-We suffer because of our desire and craving
-There can be a cessation of suffering: it is the remainderless
fading away and cessation of that same craving, the giving up and
relinquishing of it, freedom from it, nonreliance on it.
-There is the way leading to the cessation of suffering: it is the
Eightfold Path; that is, right view, right intention, right speech,
right action, right livelihood, right effort, right mindfulness and
right concentration.
Now substitute the word “suffering” with “suffering because of women” and there you have the end to your suffering.
And the Eightfold Path is Game.
So I said this before. Let me get a little technical. There is the
real and there is abstraction. The way you deal with abstraction is
to create a frame with an underlying metaphor, a comparison to another
thing that might be real or to a subsequent abstraction. If I would say
“Freedom”, it would evoke an entirely different to a liberal as it
would in a conservative and thus, they have no common ground to find
agreement.
So this post shows that some abstractions like “Mid Life Crisis” gets
stacked on abstraction, which is further stacked upon more abstractions
like “obligation”, “responsibility”, “maturity” and you look at any of
those words and see a Femcentric influenced abstraction in each of
them.
And that is why I continually preach that the LTR is no good for you.
You cannot trust that the abstractions in your head will not fail you
at some time and cause you to accept treatment and expectations that you
should not, to make decisions or take actions that you should not.
The LTR is a game that even if you even if you don’t lose, you still
lose. You have been so conditioned not to see what you have lost, and
not to see the true price that you have paid, are paying, and will pay.
It all starts when you are boy and it carries on your whole life.
You are herded like cattle into male situations that you believe are
what you should do. Both the carrot and stick are used against you to
push you and keep you into those situations. It is point of pride for
men that most STEM university degrees are earned by men. And those
degrees require greater effort, dedication, thought, and capability than
others. And I would argue that many of those men are pushed into those
degree programs and they complete them because they feel they have no
other option. While I was going to engineering school and I would get
fed up with the work, the pressure, the not seeing the ground on the way
to take a final because my head was scooping from studying and staying
in the highest level of abstractions possible, I knew I had no other
choice. If I ever left then the money pressure from women would push me
right back into it. There would always be that ubiquitous question
from them, “What do you do?” I never had another alternative; at least I
was conditioned to believe that. The thought of not finishing would
make me sick to my stomach with fear. And everything I did from what I
ate, to how I dressed, the music I listened to, to the cars I drove was
all based and driven by some Femcentric notion that I would be judged
worthy or not by women.
And fuck you. Don’t you fucking “beta ass motherfucker” me. Every one of you has to admit the same fucking thing.
You don’t have to go there. You don’t have to do it. Follow Game Buddhism.
So I say this over and over. Until you gain the right consciousness,
to understand which values in your head are conditioning from the
Femcentric Female Imperative, then rely on Game, the fundamental and
basic rules of game. Learn to approach. Learn to give yourself options
other than the LTR. Walk on relationships readily and promptly. Never
submit. Never marry. Never be afraid to leave and do leave. Set a 90
day limit. Then get the fuck out.
With time, education, exposure, awareness, and true contemplation,
the real will make itself apparent from abstract conditioning. Or you
can just go along with scam like you have been taught to do.
You are the prize. Your freedom and sanity is the price you will pay
for an LTR. You are the one making the real sacrifice and let me tell
you, it is a great sacrifice that you make. I have made it and I no
longer choose to make it. And by not making it and seeing the benefits
of not making it, then I can tell you that it truly is a great sacrifice
that you will make if you enter into an LTR with a woman.
She does you no favor and she really favors you by not picking you.
Fuck women. In every sense that phrase entails.
I have to concur greatly with this post. I have felt that the whole Mid-Life Crisis thing was bullshit, at least from the explanation that is so generally accepted by both, men and most especially, by women.
I read an article some years back where the author was saying that men would experience something in mid-life, a profound depression, possibly due to first realizations of mortality, that you can begin to actually sense the finite nature of life, that you can actually visualize yourself dying. And he ended the article with a warning to men approaching this age “The black dog is on your trail.” Wikipedia says, “the Black Dog is regarded as a ‘portent of death.’” I think all that is a little strong. But it shows the societal buy in to the whole idea of Mid Life Crisis.
But this post by Rollo is as good an explanation and as strong a factor as any fear of death or need to recapture youth, to show you still have it. The notion of the Mid Life Crisis is another Femcentric rationalization exercise to shame you into getting back in line. You need to Man Up and Be A Man.
I get into spats from time to time with my ex-wife, usually in emails. I had one this week. There hasn’t been one in while and this was the first one since I got extremely Red Pill aware and I struck for the jugular in retaliation. The response I got back was so typical in Female Shaming. At first I reacted to it emotionally, and then I just called up the Red Pill. If I had wanted to I could have retaliated with an explosive response. So shaming is exactly those justification, rationalization, and defense mechanisms that women employ to criticize and impugn that which goes against the behavior that they expect and demand from men. It infuriates them when you pull back the curtain and the shaming doesn’t work anymore.
But thanks to this blog, women can’t pull my chains like they could before. And I can certainly yank on theirs.
I constantly comment on the idea of a new paradigm, the whole underlying set of filters and rules by which you emote, judge, act because the paradigm that you have if bullshit and works against you. These topics like Middle Age Crazy are exactly those concepts that you need to reform.
Let me first set some basics. In 2002, I was 47 years old. I was married, two kids, house in Louisville, Colorado, which is an upper middle class suburb of Boulder or Denver, however you wish to look at it. My house was valued at 589,000 at the time of the divorce. We filed income tax on $250,000. I worked in software and she worked as a gas broker, a trader like a stockbroker. We had two young kids, European nannies, 3 cars. Everything revolved around the kids, weekend and weekday activities. I had the kind of credit where you could walk into a dealer, sign a piece of paper, and walk out with a new car. And I was fucking near insane with frustration and anger. I did everything you were supposed to be doing. I get jammed in comments about “your beta ass”. I was doing what you were told by the world that you should be doing. And I wasn’t just standing around saying “Yes ma’am” all of the time. But I did often trade peace for a lost position. So what would have been the alternative in the situation, jacking her ass over every issue, standing my ground all the time? And the rest was just habit, social convention, those things that men do because the world says that men should do them. And we fucking do them because we are good and decent motherfuckers.
Today I live alone. I earn a fraction of what I did back then. Women are practically absent in my life. I have no desire to enter into any sort of LTR with one and unless some remarkable change in fortune occurs then I do not foresee having another one. Because I have no women in my life after such a long time of having them in my life allows me to see the sacrifices that a man has to make in order to have one in his life. It takes so little for me to be happy without that stress of women, their demands, what it takes to get them and keep them.
The difference in me now and then is remarkable. I am genuinely much, much more content today that I was then and by any external judgment of my life today compared to back then, I would easily be considered a failure. I am healthier, much less angry, and in a far better mood most of the time. People would have described me as angry back then and many that read my comments today would say the same. But I don’t feel that way. I feel strongly about creating a new consciousness in men about the reality of women, and of Femcentric society (Femcentric gets a spell checker red line underneath it. It still doesn’t exist as a word yet).
So there is anything that a reader should take from this blog and from the Red Pill is it is “You make a tremendous sacrifice by entering in a Long Term Relationship with a women. And that sacrifice is far greater than you are conditioned to believe. You give your freedom, your effort, your heart, and I can tell you, a tremendous amount of material and financial resources and assets.”
And I can also tell you emphatically. IT WILL GO UNAPPRECIATED. IT IS EXPECTED. IT IS DEMANDED. IT IS THE PRICE OF EVEN SITTING AT THE TABLE.
Now, eventually many of you will get to where I am at, where that circuitry that causes to you desire and wish to have women in your life gets fucking fried, where you cross the line that that last betrayal, that last bullshit selfish bitch, that last episode of dealing with them that will make you choose that it is better to be without them.
Or you can find The Middle Way. And I use that Buddhist term for a reason. Buddhism isn’t a religion. Buddha wasn’t a god or a prophet. He was a dude with an idea that came to him after living life as a rich prince then rejecting that, he lived as a poor beggar monk.
And these are the Four Noble Truths of Buddhism:
-Life is suffering
-We suffer because of our desire and craving
-There can be a cessation of suffering: it is the remainderless fading away and cessation of that same craving, the giving up and relinquishing of it, freedom from it, nonreliance on it.
-There is the way leading to the cessation of suffering: it is the Eightfold Path; that is, right view, right intention, right speech, right action, right livelihood, right effort, right mindfulness and right concentration.
Now substitute the word “suffering” with “suffering because of women” and there you have the end to your suffering.
And the Eightfold Path is Game.
So I said this before. Let me get a little technical. There is the real and there is abstraction. The way you deal with abstraction is to create a frame with an underlying metaphor, a comparison to another thing that might be real or to a subsequent abstraction. If I would say “Freedom”, it would evoke an entirely different to a liberal as it would in a conservative and thus, they have no common ground to find agreement.
So this post shows that some abstractions like “Mid Life Crisis” gets stacked on abstraction, which is further stacked upon more abstractions like “obligation”, “responsibility”, “maturity” and you look at any of those words and see a Femcentric influenced abstraction in each of them.
And that is why I continually preach that the LTR is no good for you. You cannot trust that the abstractions in your head will not fail you at some time and cause you to accept treatment and expectations that you should not, to make decisions or take actions that you should not.
The LTR is a game that even if you even if you don’t lose, you still lose. You have been so conditioned not to see what you have lost, and not to see the true price that you have paid, are paying, and will pay.
It all starts when you are boy and it carries on your whole life. You are herded like cattle into male situations that you believe are what you should do. Both the carrot and stick are used against you to push you and keep you into those situations. It is point of pride for men that most STEM university degrees are earned by men. And those degrees require greater effort, dedication, thought, and capability than others. And I would argue that many of those men are pushed into those degree programs and they complete them because they feel they have no other option. While I was going to engineering school and I would get fed up with the work, the pressure, the not seeing the ground on the way to take a final because my head was scooping from studying and staying in the highest level of abstractions possible, I knew I had no other choice. If I ever left then the money pressure from women would push me right back into it. There would always be that ubiquitous question from them, “What do you do?” I never had another alternative; at least I was conditioned to believe that. The thought of not finishing would make me sick to my stomach with fear. And everything I did from what I ate, to how I dressed, the music I listened to, to the cars I drove was all based and driven by some Femcentric notion that I would be judged worthy or not by women.
And fuck you. Don’t you fucking “beta ass motherfucker” me. Every one of you has to admit the same fucking thing.
You don’t have to go there. You don’t have to do it. Follow Game Buddhism.
So I say this over and over. Until you gain the right consciousness, to understand which values in your head are conditioning from the Femcentric Female Imperative, then rely on Game, the fundamental and basic rules of game. Learn to approach. Learn to give yourself options other than the LTR. Walk on relationships readily and promptly. Never submit. Never marry. Never be afraid to leave and do leave. Set a 90 day limit. Then get the fuck out.
With time, education, exposure, awareness, and true contemplation, the real will make itself apparent from abstract conditioning. Or you can just go along with scam like you have been taught to do.
You are the prize. Your freedom and sanity is the price you will pay for an LTR. You are the one making the real sacrifice and let me tell you, it is a great sacrifice that you make. I have made it and I no longer choose to make it. And by not making it and seeing the benefits of not making it, then I can tell you that it truly is a great sacrifice that you will make if you enter into an LTR with a woman.
She does you no favor and she really favors you by not picking you.
Fuck women. In every sense that phrase entails.