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The Freak Show That is Online Dating in America

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Don’t even message me unless you are 6’4″ and make six figures!

Entitlement runs deep in Anglo America.

Install a couple of dating apps on your phone and take a look at the dating pool. Half the women on an app like POF or Badoo are obese. Most (including the fatties) make up stupid rules and throw out hoops for thirsty Betas to jump through. Almost all of them have an attitude, as if they possess something truly remarkable to dangle over men’s heads: a vagina. Wow!

Then, peruse the profiles. Get ready for an overdose of pablum like this as women boldly state what they demand from you inferior males.

  • No time for BS.
  • Don’t message me looking for sex.
  • Here are my rules.
  • I don’t like most guys, but…
  • I love to laugh. (Who doesn’t?)

Contrast this with the dating scene in virtually any other country. Women simply don’t act this way. They have class and charm, even if we all know in the back of our minds it’s only because that behavior is foisted upon them by their culture.

Culture, or lack thereof, what’s to blame for the abysmal dating scene in Anglo world. We’ve written about rampant Puritanism morphing into feminism and other social pathologies in modern times. Look up my article detailing that for the downlow of how that culture screwed men.

Since the social fabric of the nation has been atomized by everything from feminism to wage slavery and a work obsession that consumes virtually every moment of life, more people than ever are using dating apps. One reporter writes:

15% of Americans have used online dating websites or mobile applications, according to Pew Research Center. Usage by college students, primarily ages 18 to 24, has tripled in the past three years, and usage by Americans ages 55 to 64 has doubled.

That figure of 15% seems like a low estimate. People have no other way to meet each other in a culture that does nothing but mindlessly work, eat out, and consume material items. There’s no dancing at night as there is in the innumerable discotecas in Latin America. There’s the threat of DUI if one goes out to a bar and drinks. Women, quite frankly, act like total bitches in Anglo America. So, they’re unapproachable for most men at the supermarket or elsewhere. (That’s just not the case with women everywhere else I travel.)

But, let’s say you do get a date from one of the dating apps. It’s on to the dinnerview, where your catch of the day (more like your catfish) puts you through more rigorous testing. The Maverick Traveler touches on a theme that is quite common in this declining culture: The Competitive Conversation. Or what he calls The Culture of Endless Discussion and Debate.

Can you imagine sitting across the table at a bar from a sexy Brazilian or Colombian or Russian girl and having a rather serious and formal conversation about some sexual topic? Of course not. You’re a man. She’s a woman. It’s been established that you both like each other. You’re not on some public talk show on primetime TV. So, why keep it politically correct and continue discussing the pros and cons of some mundane topic?

Ha. That’s very true. I’ve never had to do a dinnerview with a foreign girl, or act like we are discussing matters on Oprah in Latin America or Asia. The entire premise of dating to relax and enjoy one another’s company has been lost in America. Much like the competitive conversation, the object has become not talking to enjoy the discussion, but to see who can dominate the other person.

Dating is much the same way. It’s about who can “win” the relationship.

When a man enters the world of online dating, he can expect even the most homely chicks to throw an outrageous list of demands at him and offer virtually nothing in return. Why do they act like this? My personal experience has convinced me its because there are hordes of supplicating men out there willing to do all those things for female entertainment. They just expect men to be weak and yield to their demands.

I met a stripper not long ago who told me of a Beta who was PAYING FOR HER $10,000 SURGERY just because she is fucking the guy. Holy hell. We are in a lot of trouble with these thirsty, thirsty Betas. I got her number that night and tapped for free what he’s paying for. LOLOLOLOL.

So, I told you all that to tell you this. Online dating is terrible in America. But if a man comports himself with enough class yet assholery and knows how to show off “interesting” photos, he will get some action online. I’ve had women with the laundry lists of demands sending me sexy pics after only a few minutes of conversation.

But, every time I’m home, I’m reminded of why I wanted to leave so bad every time I swipe left or right. This isn’t a culture anymore. I don’t know what it is other than a freak show.

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Bros Before Hos

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When will guys learn? Bros before hos!

It’s happened yet again.

A friend of mine is shunning me as I return home for a short visit before heading back out on the road again. I want to hang out and he’s gone into radio silence mode, not answering my texts. But why? He’s come under the influence of an aging Anglobitch, and she’s manipulating him is my educated guess.  Let’s call my friend Joe for the purposes of this article.

Joe’s ho sees me as a threat to her schemes and her cushy lifestyle living in his house.

Here’s a little background about Joe’s this “catch of the day” that should be thrown back into the water, in my opinion. She has a couple of kids, and is splatting into The Wall even as we speak. Interestingly, she does not have custody of her kids. Immediately, alarm bells should be going off in any man’s head when this fact reveals itself.

She has nowhere else to go. Her options are running out. She’s got the “good girl” act going on but I’ve been around her enough times to know she would immediately revert back into wanton harlot mode around any combination of bad boys.

How can I say that?

In short, I just know white chicks all to well. That’s why I won’t have anything to do with them beyond pump and dumps. Just before I dropped her to run off to the Caribbean, I was fucking a 22 year old white girl (I’m pushing 40) who tried to lasso me into a shotgun marriage with constant talk about me knocking her up. She took out her IUD. She wanted me to shoot loads in her. She openly displayed baby rabies by shoving Facebook baby pics in my face 24/7. But I dodged the bullet. She’s now married to some dumb fuck. Haha. But I digress.

In short, based on a lifetime of observation and experience of women, my analysis is Joe’s ho has got herself a nice meal ticket (a place to stay, so she don’t have to live with mommy and daddy at age 35) and I pose a grave threat to her arrangement as I not only encourage my all friends to live a lifestyle with prettier, sweeter, thinner women without baggage, I am a walking advertisement for HOW to do it.

And she has seen my success in action. She’s seen photos of the girls I bang from all over the world. I must scare this girl to death.

I have no doubt Joe will stop shunning me after this chick monkey branches to another unfortunate soul she thinks she can get the infamous Bigger, Better Deal out of. But it just sucks that a guy who has been frivorce raped is allowing a post-expiration date chick to yet again assume unwarranted influence over his life. He’s supposed to know better!

Bros before hos!

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The Tables Have Turned: My Transition from Beta Bucks to Alpha Fucks Guy

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Just closed out a week which ended as me being the Alpha Fucks guy while another guy pays my hot Thai friend’s bills

For all the scorn heaped upon those of us in the manosphere, the more I live the Red Pill truth the more I know how right we are when we write The Truth About Women and the World. Few may know I take no pleasure in writing about the topics I write about, and wish relations between the sexes weren’t so fucked up in the Anglosphere.

But I gotta call ’em like I see ’em.

Otherwise I’d be as worthless as the “nice” boys and girls in cheap suits with pancake makeup and egg on their faces who work at CNN down in Atlanta, and other institutions of mythmaking in the Machiavellian world we live in.

But I’m into truth-telling rather than sophistry so here it is: Chicks dig jerks. And they can’t resist assholes.

By studying and applying the romantic arts for several years, I have lived an amazing transformation. I’ve gone from a Beta nice guy in my 20s who constantly got used and abused by women to a guy who often goes through 4 or 5 different chicks in a week. It’s amazing what a man can pull off once he discovers what makes women tick.

My latest success has been becoming the Alpha Fucks guy for a hot Asian girl while Beta Bucks guy pays her bills. Here are two stories illustrating my transformation.

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Don’t be Free Dinner Guy, be Uninhibited Sex guy

A Decade Ago: Free Dinner Guy

Yep, I was that guy. I would work so hard to get a woman to go out on a dinner date with me, and spend money I didn’t have on nice meals in restaurants and movies and other entertainment.

My goal was to show women what a great guy I was. And I was the textbook definition of a great guy: attractive, well-studied, liberal (at the time), hard-working, and respectful of women. I was the type of guy women would go on Oprah and claim they wanted while secretly riding the cock carousel with bad boys.

I followed the script of what women say they want in a man: a nice guy who treats them like a princess and caters to their every whim. Opening doors, talking about “safe” topics, not rushing them for sex or commitment.

After dropping $50 to $75 of money I didn’t really have as a poor as fuck, first generation college student with two jobs and a broken down car, I then would have to go home alone and have to rub one out a good 75% or more of the time.

Meantime, a degenerate would end up tapping for free what I was trying to woo with entertainments I couldn’t afford. I wasn’t completely incel, but I paid for a lot of dates for women who were frigid with me, and was the epitome of the AFC (average frustrated chump) in my college years.

Do not be this guy!

I’ve seen it go on my entire life. I know Alpha Fucks, Beta Bucks is what women do. It’s just as natural for the human female to behave this way as it is for the female Black Widow to kill and consume the male once she’s finished extracting his sperm for the next generation of little baby spiders.

Don’t question it. Just accept it for what it is, lamentable as it may be.

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The tables have turned, now I hit that instead of paying for that

Today: Alpha Fucks Guy

Now, as a man who can’t stand liberals or anything they stand for, a guy who does what he wants when he wants, I can’t keep women off me.

I started last week off banging a black stripper in Chicago who was enraptured by my zero fucks given attitude, travel stories from all over America and different parts of the world, and the fact I was straight up with her from the get go that I wanted nothing but no strings attached fun. She also loved the fact I only work half the time and spend the rest of my time partying my ass off.

I was blunt as a spoon, alternating between being and asshole and Mr. Carefree.

I looked this girl in the eye and told her I’m not like the typical men that come in your strip club, empty their wallet and get nothing in return. We talked for hours that night as she abandoned the very Beta acting clients who inhabited the club. I felt bad for these guys as they were reeking of sexual thirst.

Long story short, we ended up at her place and she started the festivities off by giving me oral delights most men dare not dream of. For free, I might add. This girl had a mouth that might as well have been cocaine. It was incredible. We then banged in every position imaginable (her on top first) before I left her worn out and with a cooch full of seed.

That’s only the warm-up. Since Chicago, I’ve been in Thailand the rest of the week enjoying the company of two Thai girls: one who was stuck on me like white on rice from the time we met, and a second party girl who had a boyfriend but let me hit it anyway.

But even that’s not the best I have to offer.

A Thai girl I’ve been friends with for years currently has a man from Australia paying for her every expense, and is not giving him any sex in return! I know this is a fact, as I am quite familiar with this girl’s entire sexual history.

This chick knows I bang other girls and that I am “in demand” so to speak. She practically came running to my door once she knew I was back in town.

I didn’t even have to ask and she started getting naked for me after we talked for a few minutes in my room. Bear in mind this girl is at least a SMV 8 and can have any farang she wants. And these guys will pay her for the experience while I will not.

But she chooses me, and is letting me be the Alpha Fucks guy tapping for free what the other guy can’t get even though he’s paying for it. Best of all, she’s not the typical bar girl as she is a kept woman, and I know from friends or “spies” she doesn’t go out partying. She stays home and is one of the more traditional Thai girls.

Which makes the conquest all the better.

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Don’t let the haters throw you off your Game

Final Thoughts

So, when detractors, haters, and other sorts of miscreants come into the manosphere and onto The New Modern Man trying to muddy the waters and negate the inconvenient truths we are writing here, I can confidently say they’re entirely full of shit.

I have lived the transformation from Beta Bucks to Alpha Fucks guy. And my goal is to make other men slayers of poon with little life lessons like this one.

Guys, the most important thing you can do is focus completely and entirely on yourself and your wants. This, more than anything else is an intoxicating musk to the female psyche as I’ve seen with the small harem I’ve went through just in the past week. It pays to be the opposite of everything women say they want in a man.

The alternative would be to go back and live life as a Nice Guy. I did that already. Now I’m living life as the bad guy. And it’s just divine.

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Transactional Sex: Every Woman Has Her Price

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Whether it’s $100 an hour or a $100,000 divorce settlement, every woman has her price

From the streetwalker to the wife of a Hollywood A-lister, women do not associate with men who provide no benefit to them. Hoes of all prices and persuasions (marriage is, after all legalized prostitution) always want money out of their dealings with men, since money is the source of status and power.

As we will see, this pay for play behavior is not only seen in humans, but throughout the animal kingdom. It seems a vagina really is nature’s credit card.

It is supreme irony that women claim they’re exploited for sex, when the very basis of human sexual relationships revolves around the fact women exploit men for material gain on a daily basis. Yet, modern society’s “protect the pussy and exploit the dick” position makes it verboten to call this behavior into question.

Who really has the power here? The female or the male? Why, the female of course even as she feigns victim status.

The long and short of the human mating game is every woman has her price. No man gets a ride for free, except those rare cats who successfully and temprorarily short circuit women’s natural predatory instincts towards men by either being naturals at seduction or by using PUA.

Some women demand more than others. Some are more up front about the human sexual interchange, which like other primates involves a male “offering” in exchange for sex. Most try to be coy and pretend a man’s wallet or social status isn’t what interests them using the natural female talent for what Schopenhauer called dissimulation.

Generally, female relationships with men break down into these four categories:

  •  The rare and short-lived freebie: A woman develops a temporary infatuation with a new man, but her lust for him quickly wears off as she returns to her predatory instincts. The male is disposed of as his novelty value wears off and she gets “bored” with the relationship.
  • The honest and direct pay for play: A woman straight up sells sex to the male.
  • The pay as you go: Beta males rely on this tactic to keep women in their lives; women tolerate men who provide dependable financial resources while often enjoying the company (and sperm) of Alpha bad boys on the side.
  • The balloon payment: Female predatory instincts come into play in this type of relationship, as a woman fakes love for a man until such time as she can “cash in” on him and dispose of him in the court system. This is the human equivalent of the female “eating” the male as in Black Widows and Preying Mantises.

In either of the latter three scenarios, the man is paying to play whether he realizes it or not. This profound statement on human mating rituals tells us all women are whores, they just have different prices and demands for the “product” they’re selling.

Tellingly, not just human females are prostitutes. Many species practice prostitution, it’s just that the human female practices sophistry when she sells her ass out to the highest bidding male.

The concept is known as transactional sex in the animal kingdom.

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Human females aren’t the only natural prostitutes in the animal kingdom

Prostitution Among Animals

To see just how ingrained women expecting material benefit for sex is in the animal kingdom, of which we are a part, one need look no further than the Adilie Penguin. As reported by BBC, rocks function as currency in the penguin world. The female penguins trade sex for more rocks:

Prostitution is described as the world’s oldest profession. But Dr. Fiona Hunter is convinced it is the first time it has been seen in animals. Penguins are turning to prostitution. But instead of doing it for money, Antarctic dolly-birds are turning tricks to get rocks off their menfolk.

“Stones are the valuable currency in penguin terms,” said Dr. Hunter, a researcher in the Zoology Department at Cambridge University, who has spent five years observing the birds’ mating patterns.

Money and material garbage are the valuable currencies in human terms.

This is an amazing finding, one that has not received the emphasis in the press or the manosphere that it needs. There is no difference in a hood chick turning tricks down on the corner for Benjamins, or a predatory Anglo female wifing up an actor then frivorce raping him financially as so frequently happens in Hollyweird.

What’s even more insightful about this report is the fact Alpha Fucks, Beta Bucks also applies in the penguin world.

All of the female penguins Dr. Hunter observed trading sex for stones already had partners. Penguins [generally] stick to the same mate, she said, but none of the [cucked] males figured out what was happening.

Clueless Beta males are common in our world it seems.

“There was no suspicion on the part of the males. Females quite often go off on their own to collect stones, so as far as the males are concerned there is no reason to suspect.”

Of course, these lady birds are collecting much more than stones when they venture out solo. The sperm of the bad boy is always in demand, even among penguins. It seems 5 minutes of Alpha is worth 5 years of Beta even among flightless birds. Right on up the evolutionary ladder our closest animal cousins, chimpanzees, also pay for play. The currency they use is meat.

According to Cristina Gomes of the Max Planck Institute, a study “strongly suggests that wild chimpanzees exchange meat for sex, and do so on a long-term basis.” The data reveals that chimps enter into communities of hunting and sharing meat with each other over long periods of time and females within the meat-sharing community tend to copulate with males of their own meat-sharing community.

These revelations tell us a a lot about whorish behavior that is encoded into the very DNA of human females. Even though women don’t like to see themselves as hoes, that’s exactly what they all are.

Good time girls rent their anatomy out by the hour, while “wives” expect McMansions, luxury sedans, and all the other ridiculous trappings of modern life in exchange for their anatomy. But the transaction is always the same at the core of every human sexual relationship. It is ALWAYS pay for play. The only difference is how sophisticated and dissimulating women want to be about it.

Oh, and women only get jobs to raise the price they can demand for their product. If she takes care of her basic needs on her own, she won’t be forced out of need to give sex to men who don’t provide her with the hypergamous socioeconomic status she desires. Translation: Having basic needs covered means women start expecting more financially from men in exchange for sex as the principles of The Hedonic Treadmill kick in.

An unnatural disruption to the way things have always worked between men and women came when the government started stealing Beta tax money to appease Anglo women who, quite simply don’t like men or sex much to begin with. There has always been a latent Puritanism in Anglo culture due to the fact K-selected Anglo women are not as sexually inclined as their r-selected sisters from other cultures. Therefore, Anglo culture views sex as dirty rather than a normal part of life.

Conclusions? Men, end the welfare state if you want a sexual bounty to return. One only need venture out to areas of the world where there is no welfare state to see how readily high quality ass is doled out when women see a potential meal ticket walk by. It’s just what women do. That whole hypergamy thing we always talk about is intimately connected with this phenomenon.

This unflattering truth about our species reinforces the fact we are just more complicated about transactional sex than our animal cousins. If you’re ever in doubt about the veracity of this claim, cut off resources from your wife or girlfriend and see how long she sticks around. Unless you short circuit her maternal instincts with “loser” game, she’s going to drop your ass like a hot potato.

So, every woman is a ho. Some just charge more than others.

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The Mindset Which Always Gets Me Laid

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Mind over matter will help you get the bang

Jack Ronin is a Politically Incorrect Correspondent for The New Modern Man. He also runs The Savage Lifestyle.


When I was in my late teens and early twenties.  Much of my actions were centered around appeasement and trying to “fit in” among social groups. Even though it did not feel natural for me at all.  Everyone seemed to agree that you needed to fit in to get what you want out of life.  I found there was an unspoken consensus among my peers that you must fit in even if meant lying to yourself, lying to others and generally behaving like a weak, supplicating bitch.

It made me sick whenever I attempted to go along with the herd.  Whenever I took their shallow advice as something to be learned I always felt an overwhelming sense of self betrayal.  This caused a lot of inner turmoil and self loathing.

When it came to the opposite sex, I never ever experienced success when I took the advice of the weak and attempted to convince girls I was some great guy who had it all together.  A polite and eager chump who was ready to listen to her stupid problems or treat her like an intellectual equal.  Again it absolutely disgusted me to think, this is what it takes to get laid?  To completely abandon the instincts inside whispering “Fuck this shit”.

Failing Like The Rest

I didn’t realize this at the time but most of the advice I was taking was from people who I would laugh in their face now should they attempt to counsel me on anything.  While they may have been able to maintain relationships with the opposite sex to varying degrees.  It was at a cost to their spine and a payment of their balls which I found utterly appalling.

Even as a young, confused and lost boy I knew deep inside this was not the way for me.  The hardest part for me to overcome was finding true belief in my own self, trusting my own instincts and maintaining a zealous faith in my own abilities.  This however did not come easily.  I first had to experience the true nature of women without the rosy colored goggles handed out like condoms in high school.  Also I had to sit in the church pews of some seriously deranged evangelical churches, filled to the brim with gelded males and slutty women.  Churches whose members behaved as if they were drunk and spouting gibberish from their mouths like they have fucking turret’s syndrome.  These same morons would then proclaim with boundless enthusiasm how this was some gift from God.  Imagine if you will the utter debasement I felt actually believing these idiots!

I was led to believe that all my natural instincts were wrong and not to be trusted.  For this was “the flesh” and everything from the flesh is abhorrent and not from God.  Yet putting females up on the podium to instruct the church, lauding single mothers as some great gift for lovelorn men and otherwise behaving like disgusting fake fucks was to be praised as holy.

Perhaps they just had more faith than me right?

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Developing a carefree attitude is key to getting the panties to drop

Countdown To Detonation

Having to suffer through an endless parade of circus clown freaks and incessant preaching about the beauty and purity of women while chiding males for not being man enough was the ticking time bomb waiting for the lit fuse to ignite it’s explosive content.  Still a part of me wanted to believe that I was wrong and could somehow become like the rest.  Having the things they have.  To be happy like them which they seemed to love flaunting to the world.

I even had a young “Christian” girl around my age who manipulated me, telling me she loved me while seeing another guy.  My weak ass fell hard for the emotional blackmail and allowed her ego to swell by having two males dote over her.  She ended up marrying the guy and when their relationship started to have trouble she wanted me to move in with her at another place.  Thankfully I said no to her childish demands and coy remarks that she could make me if she really wanted to.

I couldn’t believe myself for behaving like such a chump.  I was absolutely disgusted.  When I finally realized just how low and pathetic I had become.  I fucking snapped.  I realized if anything, none of this ever felt natural to me and what I really wanted to do was tell them some straight up real talk.  Then I could finally be free of their claws.  I came to the point that I’d rather be completely alone than suffer the wiles of these women.

Doorway To Another World

I had seen briefly the antics of guys who didn’t seem to care one iota about women.  Yet they always seemed to be surrounded by them.  I wrote them off as I was thoroughly indoctrinated.  I completely wiped any reality based truths from my mind that did not mesh with my fantasy ideals.  Finally when I said fuck this and just wanted to be left alone. I discovered another world right in front of me.

I’ll never forget one of the defining moments of my personal breakthrough.  It was my birthday and my good buddy wanted to visit this strip club where we had a friend or two who worked as bouncers.  I really never cared for strip clubs and I had no desire to get blue balls from some mediocre broad.  He kept cajoling me and finally I agreed since we had nothing better to do.  I had been to strip clubs before only this time I didn’t give one fuck about the girls.  Our bouncer friends let us sit in a VIP booth and we had some beer brought to us for free(I forget how that happened).  I remember distinctly that because I didn’t give two shits about being there my body language was completely different.  My arms were spread wide across the booth and I had a look on my face that must have said I simply don’t care.

This one stripper who was devilishly hot came over and wanted to hang with us.  We talked for a moment but I really couldn’t be bothered that much.  I was gonna get fucked up, not spend a dime and enjoy myself regardless.  At some point my buddy leans over and tells me

“She just said you look like fun”.

My boy being a true friend completely pumped my image up to her while I was sitting across the booth with a devil may care grin.  As the strip club is reaching closing time she tells me she will be waiting outside after she changes because a stripper isn’t allowed to leave the place with a patron.

Sure enough she is there when they kick everyone out and follows me home.  Funny thing, she even said “we can’t have sex” as we are heading to the bedroom.  30 seconds later I had some of the best sex of my life.  I fucked her all night.  I literally felt like this girl was fucking me like I’m the last dick on earth.  At one point I’m fucking her from the side and she is leaning off the bed pushing herself up from the floor onto my dick.  That was impressive.  I released all the pent up sexual energy I had on her and was absolutely 100% in the moment.  Perhaps the joy I had in fucking her gave her the impression that I really cared or something.  I fucked her two times and I was done.  I mean hey, it’s a fucking stripper.  I wasn’t trying to hang out or anything.  Apparently she got really butt hurt over this and told my bouncer friend how much of a dick I was while he played the nice guy beta and cuddled her precious tears to sleep.  Never once getting laid.  LOL.

After that experience I morphed into a fucking savage.  All the elements were there for me to become a Beast, yet I had been running from my destiny all this time.  Remember the manipulative church girl?  She called me one day to say she wanted me to be the Godfather to her child and how she was just telling a girlfriend how I am this great guy.

I could only laugh at this point.  The maniacal laughter of a man who has become the Villain.  I told her hell no I don’t wanna be the Godfather to your children and don’t be telling people I’m such a great guy because guess what?  I fucked a stripper the other night and it was god damn great!

I stopped talking to her shortly after that and it felt good.  It’s good to just say fuck you sometimes.  From there I went on to have many many other hilarious stories.

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Becoming a savage isn’t easy, but it will take you much farther than being Mr. Nice

A Savage Reigns

All this shit about being a “good” person is superfluous to me.  Fuck your ideals.  Fuck your beliefs and infantile opinions.  I’m not a good person and if that matters to you.

Go fuck yourself.

This is the mentality that gets me laid and after all these years I’m still surprised at times.  I remember another time when I was bouncing at this bar and some random hot college blond comes up to me with a dumb look on her face and says “I don’t know anyone”.

To this I looked at her and said plainly  “Yea who fuckin cares!” while I  made the motion with my hand like I was jerking off on her.  She storms away and I’m giggling to myself.  About 3 minutes later I shit you not.  I see this chick in the crowd and like a laser pointer her eyes are focused intently on me.  She makes a b-line right to me.  Comes up to me with this look of needful expectation.  Then she literally collapses into my arms.  So I start making out with her hard, pulling hair, grabbing handfuls of ass.  Eventually some friends pull her off and seem really surprised claiming they’ve never seen her act this way before.

I didn’t give one fuck.

As for the modern woman.  I’ll fuck her.  I’ll play with her.  I’ll enjoy the fleeting caress of female flesh.  Then it matters not to me if I ever see her again.  If she were to get hit by a car and die when she left.

There would be zero tears shed.

Zero feelings of pain.

ZERO FUCKS GIVEN.

This is the world the modern woman has screamed and shouted for.  I am going to shove it down her fucking throat with aggression.  Choke on that shit.

Strangely this open disdain and utter satisfaction with myself is the mentality that has never failed to cause women to notice, to swoon, to have their feeble little hearts melt over a man who no longer gives a shit about them.  I’d rather sit alone and ponder deep things than listen to her basement level opinions on issues completely insignificant to me.  I am openly averse to everything she says she believes in.  Every piss weak ideal she proclaims with baseless fervor.  I take a gigantic peanut filled shit on everything her fairy princess world is made of.

Fuck her and fuck anyone else who by hook or crook drowns in the stagnant sewers of mediocrity. I was in the shit once.  Know what?  I rose up out of it with my own hands and my own strength.  I won’t lift one finger to save your bitch ass.

I love to make it abundantly clear just how little I think of nearly everyone.  I love the looks of faux indignation.  The sneers.  The whiny butt hurt.  Yes YES!

Say hello to the motherfucking bad guy.

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