How To Win At Anything

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It’s Story Time. So gather ’round and listen up…

A Young Man lived in a Village by the Sea. He had heard that somewhere, many miles away, up on a Mountain, there was a Man who had a Secret. A Secret so strong and so powerful, that if One had the Secret, he would win any competition. He would win any argument. No one would be able to stop him.

The Young Man set out to meet this Man….

For days and weeks, what seemed like days on end, the Young Man trekked. He swam across rivers, cut his way through jungles, dared the heat and thirst of the desert, and climbed slowly, painfully to the peak of the Mountain. He traveled so long, he forgot the days, he knew not how long it had taken him to reach this point, but reach it he did….

The Young Man reached the top to find the Man that he had been looking for. The Man was of average height and build, unassuming. The Man sat before a small fire, sipping from a glass, what appeared to be whiskey.

The Man looked up at the Young Man, the Young Man’s clothes were dirty and torn from his long travels. His hair disheveled, the Young Man desperately needed a shower and a shave.

The Man sipped from his glass and watched, saying nothing.

The Young Man gasped and panted, the trek had been long and arduous. He finally spoke.

“I’ve been seeking you, Sir. I’ve come a long way from my home in the Village by the Sea so that I may learn your Secret. Your Secret where if I have it, I’ll win any argument, any competition. Do you know of the Secret that I am speaking about?”

The Man nodded.

The Young Man grew excited. “You do know the Secret! Will you teach it to me?”

The Man nodded again and gestured for the Young Man to sit down by the fire.

The Young Man sat down and waited…

The Man finished his drink, stared into the bottom of the glass, and then looked around himself to find a container nearby. He opened the container and poured some of the contents into the glass.

The Young Man waited, watching…

The Man sat the container of fluid next to himself, took another sip from his glass and looked at the glass approvingly.

The Young Man spoke. “Well?”

The Man looked at the Young Man inquisitively.

“Are you going to teach me the Secret?”

The Man nodded.

The Young Man waited….

And waited…

The afternoon crept into dusk. The fire was burning down and the Man added a couple of logs to it to replenish it.

And the Young Man waited some more…

Night came…

And both Men sat alternating staring at each other and fire….

The Young Man grew drowsy from his journey and he slumped over in exhaustion…..


The Young Man woke with a start…

The fire was stoked and the Man was making coffee from the heat of it. The Man offered a cup to the Young Man who angrily refused it.

“What is going on here?!” The Young Man exclaimed. “I thought you were going to teach me the Secret, and instead we have been staring at each other all night long! I can’t believe this! I traveled long and far to come to you, to learn from you, and here you sit, saying nothing!”

While the Young Man was raving, the Man sighed and got up, turned his back on the Young Man, and started walking slowly up the remainder of the peak to his tent that was set up.

The Young Man jumped to his feet, “Where are you going? What are you doing? You said you knew the Secret and that you would teach it to me! I demand to know what it is! You’re going to teach it to me!”

The Man looked back over his shoulder at the Young Man and spoke, “Young Man, go home. Go back to your Village by the Sea. For I have taught you the Secret and you are too deaf to hear it.”


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Go Big Or Go Home

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There are some maxims or adages that I live by. Now granted my maxims aren’t necessarily original, and they aren’t set in stone. They aren’t meant to limit but to help me expand my life.

Today I’m going to talk about one that I call “Go Big or Go Home.” Sure you’ve all heard that one before, and maybe you know what it means, but let me ask you this:

Do you put “Go Big or Go Home” into practice in your life? You may say the words a hundred times or more, and you may even hear it ten times more than that, but do you actually put them into practice?

Here’s a couple of examples from my own experience that have worked out extremely well:

  1. Met a woman not too long ago, realized that I was attracted to her, started the flirting and the banter up and escalated the talk towards sex and sensuality really quick. Maybe two or three minutes quick. Why not? Go big or go home right? Can you see the benefit of doing this, and doing it quickly? a) It sets the tone quick and right up front. b) It will keep you from the friendzone. c) It will polarize her. I’ve found that women fall into 3 categories: 1. They are interested in you. 2. They are not interested in you. 3. They could be interested in you. Polarizing them gets the maybe’s into either the interested or not interested groups real quick. d) You don’t waste time when you’re going after what you want. e) I’ve gotten what I wanted more often than not.
  2. When you do Go Big or Go Home, you tend to stand out. With women, with Men, with people in general, doesn’t matter where you are and what you are doing, you stand out. I’m on the short end of the bell curve when it comes to my height, it can be an obstacle for sure, but I don’t let it get in my way. I just push and work that much harder for the results that I want. Most people that have met me in real life don’t realize how short I am until I mention it. Usually they think I’m taller than I actually am. That’s because I “carry” myself as much taller. It’s go big or go home baby.

When I was younger, I tried doing the blending in thing. Tried not rocking the boat. Tried to be “humble.” Where did that get me? Nowhere. Just miserable is all. So I gave it up and figured if this is the only life that I get to have, I might as well live it as I want to. So I got bold, loud, brash.

What happened? Well I pissed a lot of people off in the beginning. Most of them knew me in my “prior life,” and they didn’t like what I was becoming. That was because I wasn’t doing what they wanted me to do anymore. Needless to say, I lost some “friends.” Oh well.

What did I gain though? I enjoy my life far more thoroughly now. The people that show up in my life know me how I am and they accept it, it’s all they know. They are “with the program.” The people that show up now are far more “alive” than the earlier crowd. They are willing to do things the old crowd wouldn’t have dreamed of doing. They are willing to push the envelope with me and beside me. Why not? Seriously, what’s the worst thing that can happen?

The people I’ve met, the friends that I’ve made, they are fiercely loyal to me. I have no doubt that they have my six and would take a bullet for me. That’s because they know that I have their six and would take a bullet for them.

What ever you choose to do and put out there, that’s what people are going to see and come to expect from you. And more often than not, not only will they expect it from you, they’ll accept it too. You would be surprised to find out the shit you can get away with if you only just go big or go home.

Whatever you believe about yourself is true. Argue for your limitations and sure enough, they’re yours. Instead of having limiting beliefs, what if you believed that you are bigger than you think you are?

Life became much more intense, much more engaging, and a helluva lot more fun when I decided to go big or go home. I’m not attached to outcomes so much anymore, I’m more interested in what will happen. It’s like doing science experiments minus the lab setting. Crazy and cool shit happens if you let it and push for it.

What’s stopping you from going big or going home? What’s the worst that can happen? Face that fear. So you lose the girl. So you lose the job. So you don’t get the raise. So you don’t get the promotion. So what? As long as whatever it is doesn’t actually kill you, so fucking what?

You’re not going to get the results you want by walking on eggshells. You won’t get anything other than misery by blending in and not rocking the boat.

So what are you going to do about it?


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Seattle Is Dying

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Modern Day Seattle

The other night, Sunday night or technically Monday morning while I was having another bout with sleeplessness, I watched this item:

I call it an item because I’ve got a whole lot of mixed feelings about it.

First off, I actually think it is fairly non-biased as far as current, modern journalism goes. The guys who did it seemed pretty fair in their take on what is going on in Seattle. I’ll admit when it comes to MSM, I figure just about all of it is bullshit propaganda meant to brainwash the viewer into buying into the current narrative, but this one didn’t seem like that.

I have mixed feelings about it because I remember when I went to Seattle back in 2004. Now granted I only spent a week there, and I didn’t get to see as much of Seattle as I would have liked, but I did get to see quite a bit. What I remember about Seattle is that it was beautiful, very green, and at the time, especially for the size of the city and its population, it was really clean.

Not so much anymore. At least from what you will see in this video. Seattle has literally become an actual, honest to god, shithole. On one hand, I’m actually shocked and saddened to see this. It was a beautiful city. I almost wanted to cry when I saw the amount of garbage in the streets. This is in modern day America. How could such a beautiful city look like something from a third world nation? How did we go so low?

I almost cried. Almost.

I know how Seattle got to where it’s at. I’m pretty sure you do too. It got where it’s at because this is what the voting citizen’s of Seattle wanted. They voted this shit in. This is what happens when you vote for liberal/progressive policies, procedures, and politicians.

I said I had mixed emotions about it and I do. I’m sad and yet I’m not. I’m shocked, but not really. For the most part, I do believe Seattle gets what it deserves. Citizens of Seattle, you voted for this, it’s what you wanted. Now you get to sleep in the shit and the filth and the drugs because this is what you wanted. You get the crime and the despair because you would rather virtue signal your ultra liberal bullshit ideology. I hope you choke and gag on the odor of feces and urine as it wafts through your streets and through your windows. It’s what you wanted. You voted for it. You made your bed, now lie in it.

If I was a tourist and I went to current day Seattle, I promise I would never go back. Hell, just watching the video has made me think, “yeah, I don’t think so.” There’s nothing there worth putting up with the homeless camps, the drug paraphrenalia, and the garbage. There’s nothing I would want to see in Seattle anymore. Other parts of Washington? Okay, sure. But Seattle itself? No thank you. You guys can keep your garbage piles to yourself. I’ll take my tourist dollars somewhere else, I’ll vote with my wallet.

Apparently San Francisco is the same way, from what I’ve heard anyways. Same type of problems. That’s because of the same type of bullshit politics. The dipshit voters in San Francisco vote like the dipshit voters in Seattle. Imagine my surprise. Color me shocked. Another shithole in modern America. Go figure.

I have been talking to my Brothers from Masculine Geek about this and I’ve told both of them to come out to Utah and check it out. Now Utah isn’t perfect. It’s no “promised land” or any kind of a “mecca.” But Seattle or San Francisco it ain’t. I’m pretty sure that’s due to the mostly conservative voting and the religion of the region.

I told my Brothers to come out here and check it out and I meant it. Maybe they will find the time some time this summer or fall to come out here and spend some time seeing what’s to be seen and to hang out with me. Maybe they will like it enough that they will want to stay. Maybe I can get them to move out here. That would be pretty awesome if that happened. I’m still trying to envision what actually living near other red pilled Men would be like.

I’m trying to envision what having a physical tribe, an actual geographically close group of Men that hold the same values, views, opinions, and goals would look like. How cool would that be? We have accomplished a lot in a short time, and we have done all of it so far via computer screens, phone calls, texts, and e-mails. What the fuck else could we do in actual close physical proximity to each other?

What if we did that and it worked out so well for us that other Men and even their families wanted to do the same? Whether they came to Utah too, or they connected with each other in other parts of the country and moved closer to one another? What else would be possible? What kind of a reality can we create for ourselves by the simple act of being in closer proximity to one another? What if doing something like this is the next step? What if this how we slow or even reverse the decline? What if this is the next logical move?

It starts with reading blogs, watching videos, interacting on social media, which then turns into phone calls, texts, and skype calls. Which turns into getting in a car, jumping on an airplane, getting on a train and going for a visit. Maybe a few days, a week, or a couple of weeks. Which turns into looking into housing, jobs, and ultimately actually making a move. Picking up your belongings, packing your stuff and your family and making a move. Being closer to one another. Being closer to Yours, or in this case, Us.

How fucking cool would that be?

It may not be easy, but anything worthwhile is never easy. It takes time, but not nearly as much as you think it would take. It’s something that is real, tangible, and can actually happen. You just need to want it bad enough and be willing to do what it takes to get there.

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