I Am Afraid.

Something I’ve seen recently is guys talking about “getting your IG (Instagram) on point.” I want to address that for a moment and then get on to what is really going on underneath it.

Okay, so if I’m going to “maximize my prospects with the ladies,” I need to sign up for IG and “get it on point.” Because IG is the future and the way of meeting women and blah blah blah.

Right. So when I take on any endeavor, whether sex-related or otherwise, I look at the ROI (Return On Investment.) Basically, for the amount of time, money, energy, and effort, what can I reasonably expect in return? I’m all about investing as little as possible and getting as much from “it” (whatever it is) as possible.

So with IG, in order to compete with Chad and all of the other “World’s Most Interesting Men,” I need to get great photos of myself for starts. That means hiring a good photographer. I don’t know where you live, but where I live, a good photographer is going to run you $100 USD per hour minimum. That may or may not include post production editing of the photos that were taken. Also, a good photographer around here is booked out solid for at least three months, and yes, this is during the pandemic.

Then I have to either pay someone or scout out interesting locations to do the actual shoots. You can’t just have studio head shots. Anyone can do those. So I need to drive around and go to “exotic” locations. Which means I’m hiking around to find the perfect location to get the perfect shots to convey that I’m a man of interest and intrigue.

Then there’s the time of day to do the shoot. There’s really only two times of the day to do it for maximum results. That’s right at dawn and right at dusk. High noon shoots on a sunny day are horrible. You get weird shadows that are hard to remove in post production, you look old and washed out, and the photos look “flat.”

Did I tell you that I do photography? I do. All of my shots that brought out certain emotions and just “popped” were either done in a studio, or they were shot on location, either right at dawn, before the sun fully came up, or right at dusk, right as the sun was going down, but just before it disappeared from the horizon. That means you have about 20 minutes, tops, to get your shots. You better have already scouted out your location and you better pray that the weather is cooperating with you.

So now you’ve found your location, the weather gods are smiling on you, and you paid to have your photographer drag their gear up the mountain right? Oh that’s right, most photographers that are good are going to charge you “travel expenses” if you are shooting anywhere other than their studio. Now you have to be on top of the mountain, in the dark, because you’re shooting before dawn right? Or you get to hike down the mountain in the dark because you shot at dusk.

And you get to repeat this whole process over and over because you want to be seen as the man of adventure. Gotta have different locations to show the women right? Different times of day. Gotta drag your animal if you have one along too. Same with your bros because you want to be seen as a sociable guy right? Oh wait, you don’t have bros. Never mind that one.

So now I’ve spent a few hundred dollars on photos of me doing strange and interesting poses in exotic locations. I’ve had to scout out the locations or pay someone else to do that for me. I may or may not have to pay for post production on the photos, or I can always edit them myself, since I know how, but that also takes time. Also there’s gas for my bike or my car plus wear and tear on said vehicles. There’s also sitting around in traffic in order to get out of the city. Oh and if you’re into shooting photos in a nightclub or a bar? Good luck. Most of those places prohibit photography, especially if your dragging your photographer around. There’s also getting written permission from anyone that is in the shots if the establishment allows you to shoot photos. You don’t want to get sued because Chad was fucking some guys wife and you happened to get him and her in your shot while at the club. You know, privacy and whatnot.

If you’re not doing all of this, then you are probably half-assing it and you’re going to get half-assed results at best. Most likely what you will have is a mediocre IG account that gets swallowed up by all the other IG accounts that are already out there, plus the new ones that go live every day. Lots competition if you ask me.

All this expenditure of time, money, and energy with no guarantees that it’s going to get you laid.

Sounds like a poor ROI to me. All of this work and hustle when you could be out talking to women.


Lots of guys complicating their sex lives because of the one underlying thing that they don’t want to say and to admit to:

“I am afraid.”

It’s okay guys, I’ve been there too. Once upon a time, I was afraid of approaching women. Sometimes I still am. I was afraid of rejection because if one woman rejected me, then that must mean all women would reject me, and everybody was watching, and my bros would raise their eyebrows and say, “Dude…Really? That girl? Are you serious?” and there was a huge spotlight on me, and everybody would point and laugh at me and Chad would come along and just steal the girl away, anyways, so I might as well either give up because chasing skirt just isn’t worth it, or I need some schtick like IG so that I don’t have to approach women, but I’m hustling and I feel like I’m doing something worthwhile. I’m being busy for the sake of being busy instead of just admitting to myself:

“I am afraid.”

IG, dating apps, dating websites, match making services, and even texting to some degree are just crutches and buffers. They shield you from rejection. Being able to walk up to a woman and letting your intentions be known, and also being willing to be rejected is a tall order. It’s scary. I still get approach anxiety. I still hesitate and freeze up. I still blow it and get rejected. I get rejected way more than I succeed. I still keep going though.

Even when I didn’t know what “Game” was, the ‘Sphere didn’t even exist, and most information wasn’t easily available online, if at all, I still had to do it the hard way and walk up to a woman and talk to her. And I was afraid. I still succeeded though. Not as much as I would have liked, but more than I thought I would have.

You don’t “need” IG. None of the women I have dated, had relationships with, or had one night stands with had it or if they had it, they only used it for looking at inspirational quotes or plates and bowls of food. They spent more time on Facebook or Pinterest than they did on IG. Hell, most of them play games like Candy Crush instead of worrying about “likes” on social media.

I have not met one woman off of IG. Not one. I’ve met plenty from MySpace (back in the day) Facebook, various dating apps and sites, and of course, when I’m out and about doing stuff in real life. What’s the ROI? For me, I want to meet women with a minimum of ease, spend as little time and money as possible, and ideally I want them to come to me, show up at my house, fuck my brains out, and then leave. If we get along and the sex was really good, I’m always open for seconds, thirds, and so on. I don’t need IG for that. I just need a half decent photo of myself, if I’m going to do online dating, which means upper two-thirds of my body with my face fully visible, some corny intro line, and a little of my humor in the body of the profile. Or I just need to “sack up” and talk to her.

Humor is a strength of mine and it always has been, so that’s my “super power.” I’ve even told women that I’ll laugh them right out of their panties and right into my bedroom, and you know what? It worked.

Play to your strengths. Determine what is your best ROI. Maybe you live somewhere where IG is the new calling card. Fine, so be it. Maybe your looks are your strength, good deal. Maximize that then. I imagine though that if you are like most guys, you are average in looks. You are a “5” and you ain’t shit and that’s okay. Do you really want to spend a bunch of time and money spinning your wheels, pretending that you are doing the work, ultimately getting little to nothing in return?

Or do you want to be honest with yourself and admit:

“I am afraid.”

And then take a chance and risk rejection by talking to that woman that you see and find attractive?

When I look back at the absolute worst rejection I ever had, do you know what it was?

It was a woman looking me dead in the eye and saying, “Fuck off.”

That’s it.

I have never been slapped, punched, beat up, arrested, metoo’d, shot, stabbed, had a drink thrown in my face, or been thrown out of a bar for it. I’ve been thrown out of bars for other things that had nothing to do with talking to women, but that’s a story for another time. I’ve never been run out of town for being rejected, I’ve never had a mob chasing me with torches and pitchforks. I didn’t die when I got rejected.

Newsflash: You won’t die either.

Nobody pointed and laughed at me, nobody gave a shit. Life went on and believe it or not, that one rejection didn’t apply to other women, let alone all women. One woman turned down my offer, another one enthusiastically accepted my offer. Go figure.

I don’t think about my rejections because there are so many. I don’t dwell on them because at least I knew. I knew that nothing was going to happen with that one particular woman in front of me, so I could move on from it to the next woman. And that was the worst thing that could happen: Nothing happened.

The only thing I regret is the one’s that I didn’t talk to because:

“I was afraid.”

I don’t dwell on those regrets, but sometimes they pop up and once in a blue moon, they will wake me from a dead sleep. “What might have happened? What if I had approached her?” “What could have been?”

As Rollo said: “Rejection is better than regret.”

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What’s In Your Best Interest?

On January 6th 2021, Ashli Babbit was shot and killed during a protest at the State Capitol in Washington D.C. She left behind a husband and if rumor is correct, they had an “open marriage” where she also left behind a 29 year old, live in girlfriend.

It’s tragic because it was a waste. It’s tragic because it was totally 100% preventable. If she hadn’t wanted to play “Daughter of Democracy,” she would most likely still be alive today.

I get into discussions with guys online about “what is the Red Pill?” The Red Pill isn’t about “truth.” A truth would be, “children raised in families with both a mother and father present, do better.” I would agree, that’s the truth. The reality is something else entirely. Another “truth” is that men and women are better together than they are apart. I would agree with that too. That’s the truth. Feminism tells us that “women don’t need no man/fish/bicycle” and here we are. The truth is funny because in many cases, it’s not what IS, but what “ought to be.” The Red Pill is about reality. It’s about what IS, whether you and I like it or not.

The truth is that the majority of men find slender women attractive. Women think it should be otherwise and it’s not about what’s on the outside, but what’s on the inside. Then they wonder where all the good men went. The men are still there, Karen, you are just invisible to them is all.

The Red Pill is about seeing and accepting reality for what it is, not what you wish it to be or think it ought to be. Going back to the death of Ashli, if anyone was “red pilled” about this, it was her husband. Did he think that she would end up dead from going to this protest? Probably not. Did he want her dead? I sure hope not and think it’s highly unlikely that he wanted her dead. Is he grieving over his loss? Most likely. But he’s doing it with another woman keeping his bed warm while he’s at it. A 29 year old woman. If anything, this guy still has options.

The Red Pill gives you the chance to see reality for what it actually is, warts and all. It also gives you the chance to ask yourself two of the most important questions you will ever ask yourself.

1. What Do I Want?

2. What’s In My Best Interest?

In order to answer both of those questions I believe that you have to acknowledge reality for what it is, first. Then ask what do I want? Once you know what you want from a given situation or circumstance, then you get to ask yourself the second question: What’s In My Best Interest?

And then act accordingly.

Going back yet again to Ashli, I’m sure there are people on the internet saying things like, “HeR hUsBaNd ShOuLd HaVe kEpT hEr HoMe!” Yeah right. Do you really think that you can keep a “strong, independent woman” at home? Or any woman for that matter? The reality and the truth is, you can’t. You trying to stop her, even in what would most likely be her own best interest could land you in jail for spousal abuse and kidnapping if she wanted to push it. We as men have no authority over our women, that’s the reality. Act accordingly. I tend to think Ashli’s husband did just that.

After the “Storming of the Bastille,” on January 6th, the powers that be lost face in front of America and the world. Do you think that they are going to take that lying down? Do you think that they are just going to let that go? Think again.

All of those people LARPing the Revolution of 1776, do you think that was in their best interests?

I can only imagine what that was like:

Sitting in a shitty motel, unable to get onto an airplane to go home because you were put on a “no fly list.” The authorities are investigating and will most likely want to have a talk with you. There’s been mentions of federal indictments and charges. There’s even been the whisper of the “T” word. And here you are, sitting on your bed in that shitty motel room with your online friend, Kekistani134 for company. And you’re probably wondering to yourself, “How did I get here?”

Was it in your best interest to go play revolutionary? If you want a revolution, you need to go all in, all the way. Not LARP and take selfies of yourself and your online bros doing dances in the Gala Room.

After the 6th, social media decided to have themselves a little “purge.” Red hats, Q advocates, and many that have been advocating for revolution were silenced.

“But muh FrEe SpEeCh!” Hey, I’m with you.

I’m all about free speech. The problem is, free speech only applies when it comes to criticizing the government. It doesn’t cover calls for violence and it doesn’t cover you for wanting to be insufferable on the internet.

Too many people are confusing free speech with being able to have diarrhea of the mouth and that I or anyone else have to listen to your nonsense. We don’t. Sure, I could just scroll on by, which I usually do, or I could mute you if you happen to shit the bed more often than not. But maybe, just maybe, STFU would be in your best interest?

I remember a time in the not too distant past, who you voted for, or if you even voted, was your own personal business. Asking someone who they voted for, or if they voted was considered rude, low class, and downright nosy. Same could be said about what your religious beliefs are and your sexual preferences. I don’t care who you voted for, what religion, if any, you subscribe to, and what your sexual preference is. It’s none of my business. And yet, I know who you voted for, what your religious beliefs are, and if you are turned on by men, women, or both. And I didn’t even have to ask. You practically shoved it down my throat. I know more about you than you do about me. Is that in your best interest? Maybe you should say less than necessary. Maybe you should STFU. But here we are.

The truth is, we have free speech, which is good for all parties. The reality, on the other hand, is what we are seeing today.

“ThAt’S nOt FaIr!” You’re right, it isn’t. Where are you going to go? You going to rage/hate/fear quit and run off to Gab? Good for you, bye. It’s only a matter of time before Gab or any other platform starts doing the same things that the more popular platforms are already doing.

Maybe instead of feeling the compulsion to run your mouth because of freedom of speech, maybe you should consider Law 4 of the 48 Laws of Power: Say Less Than Necessary. While you are at it, consider Law 38 as well: Think As You Like, But Act As Others. Or is running your mouth in your best interest?

How many people are you going to be able to reach when your account has been suspended? I’ll give you a hint: zero. I have seen it time and time again in recent history. Guys are online, and in some cases, they are making money online selling books, courses, consultations, you name it. Then one day, the “Freedom Bug” bites them on the ass and they start talking about arming themselves and preparing for the revolution that is to come. From that moment on, the clock is ticking. A time-bomb is now set in motion, and sure enough, the guys get suspended, sometimes permanently. Not only did they lose their voice, but they lost their chief way of marketing their online businesses. They lost their bread. Was that in their best interest?

The revolution, if it is to happen, isn’t going to happen because someone started yelling about lizard people controlling the cabal and the Deep State/Illuminati connection. It isn’t going to happen because of something that was said online. It’ll happen when people go without food and there is no sign as to when the next meal is going to happen, if ever. It’ll happen when you can’t keep the heat on in the dead of winter and your children are freezing. In short, it will happen in real life. Not on the internet.

You want to preserve free speech? Show your children what’s going on in the world today, make them aware of what is happening. Involve your real life friends, neighbors, and family. Have a plan for if and when shit hits the fan. But when it comes to online “freedom of speech,” look at the reality of the situation, ask, “What is in my best interest?” And then act accordingly.

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A Broken Clock Is Right Twice A Day

The Red Quest wrote a great article a couple of days ago, it’s titled, The Most Stridently Asserted Opinions Will Disappear Down The Memory Hole. It’s a great read and it got me to thinking…

I wrote about Time Wasters a few weeks ago and in it I mentioned that one of my huge “battles” is trying to ascertain if someone is saying something that I simply disagree with, but otherwise they have some valid information and they make valid points, or are they shitting the bed more often than not, i.e. they are time wasters. Red Quest, whether he knows it or not, gave me another piece of the puzzle that I have been trying to solve, and for that I thank you, Red Quest.

In his article, like the title, he mentions that the most stridently asserted opinions will disappear down the memory hole. In our age of ADHD technology, it’s real easy to say something with absolute conviction, knowing that you have God and “ScIeNcE!” on your side, get your likes, your shares, and your retweets, and then not even three months later, have your assertion proven false, and yet you’re able to move right on to the next absolute conviction without blinking an eye, and no one calls you out on it because that proven false assertion has already been forgotten. This is what I call “Shitting The Bed.”

Red Quest asks the question: “What are they (“they” being whoever is running their mouth at the moment) stridently asserting today? Should we believe it? Why?”

He goes on: “I haven’t seen any of the voice who were confidently and wrongly asserting this thing or that thing, talk about how they were wrong, why they were wrong, and most importantly what will change in the future.” (Emphasis mine.)

Red Quest continues: “Internet memories are very short, even shorter than tweets. When you see people, or a group of people, be wildly wrong, that should affect how you think of them in other topics. Someone can be right in one domain and wrong in another, but being totally wrong in one domain should make us question what’s happening in others.” (Emphasis mine.)

Red Quest goes on to talk about the how’s, the what’s, and the why’s of what is going on here and I’ll leave it to you the Reader to continue down his rabbit hole if you so desire. I highly encourage you to do so, it’s a thought provoking read and it definitely made me think.

When I see someone shit the bed, especially if they do it more than a couple of times, and then they move on like nothing happened, and they don’t back up and say something like, “Ooops! My bad! I fucked the dog on this one!” and then hopefully they do more due diligence on the next go around, I have to consider them Time Wasters.

An occasional shitting of the bed is excusable because we are all humans, make mistakes, and are prone to errors. We all have egos to protect, and I get that. But to continue doubling down on something that is clearly in error, or to move on to something else with that same bravado and certainty is going to make me stop, raise an eyebrow, and question what is going on here. I’m going to start looking for patterns and if and when I find them, I’m going to act accordingly.

If a guy shits the bed on one subject one time, no harm, no foul. If he continues shitting the bed on the same subject, or better yet, he moves on to another subject entirely and shits the bed there, it’s time to question why you are listening to this guy.

A broken clock is right twice a day.

Sometimes someone gets lucky and guesses something right. Sometimes they know something about a certain topic and they are correct, that doesn’t mean they know their ass from their elbow when it comes to some other topic.

Sure he got something right, but even a broken clock is right twice a day.

This is the obstacle I encounter now. Not just learning new things, but trying to ascertain if the individual or group or entity is shitting the bed. Are they broken clocks? Or do they actually know what they are talking about?

I don’t have an easy answer because there are no easy answers. The only thing that I have found that has worked for me is making a conscious effort to remember, to not let stridently asserted opinions disappear down the memory hole. And while the internet never forgets, we do. It’s upon us to remember, to do the digging, to do the research, and in my opinion, call out and remind those that shit the bed, that they indeed, did shit the bed. Not as a punishment or shaming tactic, because they most likely aren’t going to listen to what you are saying anyways, but to serve as a warning to others who happen to go down that rabbit hole that you ventured into.

It is upon us to figure out who are Time Wasters and who are not.

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