This is your Captain speaking, drinks are on the house. Welcome aboard fuckers.
I know I’ve written about this before, but because I always half-ass title my posts there’s no chance of my finding it. However, it’s been a few years and quite a few beers since that post so here’s a little more reflection on a moment that helped wake me up from my plugged in slumber.
Some of you no doubt have similar stories where you’re career is going great, your fitness is on point and you start getting interest from women your own age. You start getting DMs on your social accounts from women you knew years back, maybe in high school, just wanting to say hi or tell you that you are looking great these days. OMG what’s your secret? You haven’t aged a bit!
Let’s be honest, it’s a nice ego boost. Chicks are hitting you up without you having to do anything. The most dangerous ones are the ones you went to school with because we tend to think of them as if we were still in school. Which is inaccurate to say the least. But our brains just go back to when we last knew them. Back to when we were still figuring out this getting laid thing and working our ass of for every base we passed.
So I had one of these sirens hit me up with the usual hey how you been, we need to hang out line. We met for drinks, then back to her place where her legs parted like the Red Sea at the wave of my hand. This started a string of encounters in various public places such as an alley, a boat ramp, and pretty much any place where she could pull her skirt up.
Now for this chick’s rap sheet:
Single mother
3 kids, 2 living with her.
2 different fathers, neither pays child support
Working a shitty low paying job
While she was decent looking and seemed in fair shape, that was mainly because her shitty job required a lot of walking and moving around. A job no doubt she was looking to “retire” early from as soon as she could find a human wallet.
One particular night while we were out having drinks that she was paying for (she was definitely on her best behavior) she told me she had a confession. She “confessed” that she always thought I was cute and had a crush on me since high school! She said she wished I would have “made a move” back then. Ohhh what a glorious life we could have been living all these years………
Wait……..she wishes I would have tried? I “tried” all through high school. Not in a one-itus kind of way. I found my niche and was dating other girls, but I was still trying with her every fucking chance I got! Hell I even tried a few times after we graduated. Lack of game back then, of course, but damn sure not for a lack of trying. This bitch was lying to my face and no amount of blue pill rationalizations could counter that. I had rediscovered Tom Leykis a year or so before this and all I could think of was “he was right”. It wasn’t just a radio stunt. He wasn’t just a pissed off old man and even if he was, he was dead on about a lot of stuff. He was no doubt dead on about how women from your past will suddenly have a change of heart.
There wasn’t any mental struggle either trying to justify or rationalize. I didn’t think man I should have tried harder or any of that shit. Some would call it a moment of clarity. Whatever it was, it saved my life.
It sounds like complete bullshit but this was one of those moments where things feel like they’re happening in slow motion and you’re in complete control. I knew how she wanted this to play out so I told her that she was right and that we should finish our drinks so we can get out of there and start making up for lost time. Like most single moms she arranged her dates to go along with when the kids wouldn’t be home. So I took her back to her place and plugged every hole she had. This continued until she needed to “talk” and wanted to know where this was going. After all, she doesn’t have time to waste. I LJBF’ed her (let’s just be friends) and stopped responding to her messages.
And THAT was the Red Pill moment for me. That was when I saw the lights flicker and this blue pill voyage I was on had just hit an iceberg and it was starting to sink. This was still before I read “The Game” or any other game or red pill type of content. I did dive even more into Leykis and started noticing other areas he was right about. I know he’s not as relevant to guys today but back when he had his radio show he was the only one kind of in the mainstream pointing shit out as far as PC culture and feminism. I think for a lot of guys Tom Leykis was the gateway drug into the manoshpere and red pill content. For that, I say thank you Tom.
This is your Captain speaking, welcome aboard fuckers!
Like most of you I’ve been watching people lose their shit thanks to China’s “latest export”. Then add to that people rioting and looting, for equality of course. I mean thank little baby Mexican Arab Jesus that they’re tearing down all these statues. My life has improved dramatically. Thanks guys!
So why are all of these people freaking out? Well I have a two things, a drink and a theory. I won’t share my drink but I’ll go ahead and pull the theory out of my ass.
If you’re older, say Gen X or there about, your dad was probably in Vietnam. Granddad was probably in Korea or WWII. And on top of that there’s a good chance they didn’t enlist, they were drafted. If they were in school at the time they saw the older brothers of their friends get drafted and come back in a pine box. It was very clear very early on that the world was NOT a safe place.
By contrast the current vagina generation gets trophies and ribbons for literally just showing up. They’re told they’re all special unicorns who shit bricks of gold. Their idea of bullying is when someone calls them a name from behind a keyboard. The fathers have been removed from the home and replaced with Daddy Government. As Rollo Tomassi likes to say, the boys are being raised as defective girls. As many in this space have pointed out it’s a classic case of hard times making hard men, hard men making good times and good times making today’s soft men and society in general.
This “health crisis” is reported in a vacuum, stats are twisted to shit, the charts they show are a complete joke. And god forbid you question it or ask about how it compares to other diseases. You’ll get the same response as if you had stood up for Jeffrey Epstein. In today’s vag-centric society it’s all about how things feel so please don’t clutter the narrative with things like facts. Am I saying it’s fake no. Do I think the economy should have been shut down, FUCK NO!
So what’s the solution? I believe that that saying I brought up earlier will just have to play itself out. Today’s soft men will create hard times and those hard times will once again create hard men. In other words, nature will just have to take it’s course. In the meantime the rest of us out here on the lunatic fringe will have to profit and advance on whatever opportunities come our way.
What is up fuckers! Passed out in the cockpit but your Captain is still alive!
So I was able to drop in on a live broadcast from Jon at Modern Life Dating. Definitely follow this guy on IG at the very least. He’s triggering people left and right and it’s good comedy. And definitely check out the Rule Zero shows on youtube that’s a collaboration between all the best thinkers in the Red Pill space right now.
Anywhore, the topic was about what to look for in a quality woman and he played a clip from this video that’s about A Day in the Life of a Japanese Mom. Just the first few minutes will blow your fucking mind. It’s like going back in time. A woman who is actually happy to be a wife and mother. Imagine that! One of many things I noticed about this woman was how she took care of her husband and child before she even made herself a fucking cup of coffee!!!! Just stop and think about how many times you’ve heard a woman say shit like don’t even talk to me until I have my coffee. Nah, not this chick, she took care of her family first. Well guess what American women, that’s why she has a family and you have 17 cats.
American woman can’t even do a nice thing for their husband without adding in some kind of sideways look or smartass comment. One gentleman on the broadcast brought up a great point about how a man doesn’t want to fight when he gets home. Amen to that! But we all have known those broads who ALWAYS have to have the last fucking word, always have to show how “smart” she is and all that bullshit. That gets old quick!
Anyways I just wanted to hop on and check in. I’ll be highlighting some of the guys whose content I’ve really been enjoying lately in upcoming posts. I’ve also got more stories from the front lines of American corporate culture and shit I hear in the prison……..uhh I mean company lunchroom.
This is your Captain speaking…….welcome aboard fuckers!
Sometimes you really don’t see things coming. First hipsters start drinking PBR. Then PBR comes out with a whiskey. The madness didn’t stop there, now there is PBR Hard Coffee. When does it end?
I don’t have to tell you how TV and movies are a feminist shit storm. 50 Shades of Bullshit movies. Ms Marvel is now “Captain” Marvel. (I guess anyone can just call themselves Captain now). Then you have Superman, the ultimate blue pill guy with oneitis.
Actually, let’s pause on Superman. The old one, hell let’s take it back to the black and white series. That was 50 Shades for the 1950s. Think I’m just drunk? Maybe. Grab one for yourself.
Here’s the most powerful guy on the planet who can have whatever he wants. Yet he sucks the corporate cock and he has oneitis for some average broad. He was always doing what society thought he should do. As Rollo Tomassi would probably say, he wasn’t his own mental point of origin.
Then 60 years later, powerful guy but instead of taking advantage of it, he gets oneitis for some average (on a good day) chick. I know some on the tradcon side of things yearn for a hot tub time machine to take us back to the good old days. They had the same bullshit back then, they were just better at covering up the smell.
You’re now free to shove Cryptonite up someone’s ass. (see what I did there)
This is your Captain speaking…………welcome aboard fuckers.
My friends, your Captain has a very special announcement. It’s been a minute since I’ve posted and I’m sure most of you thought I was out fucking various foreign women and telling them that the path to citizenship involved swallowing my load.
Well, you’re only half right. Your Captain has been setting up his his new lakefront bachelor pad. Yes fuckers, your Captain has climbed aboard the Freedom Train.
While for obvious reasons I will not discuss any alleged legal proceedings, you can rest assured that you will be getting my usual drunken rage commentary on single life.
Yes fuckers, I am now free to bang about the cabin.
This is your Captain speaking, welcome aboard Fuckers!
I’ve decided to do a list of reasons why a man is better off buying a guitar than a woman, especially a wife.
This list is in no particular fucking order and it may end up being less or more than 10, fucking sue me. This list is sponsored tonight by Steel Reserve, 8.1% alcohol by fucking volume!
I still get aroused when I hold one of my guitars.
My guitars don’t get all pissed off if I come home with another guitar.
A guitar will still look just as good 2,4,5 or 10 years later.
A guitar actually sounds good when it screams or cries.
A guitar has a volume knob.
All my guitars still weigh the same as when I first saw them.
I was able to finger all my guitars BEFORE I took my wallet out.
I still look forward to seeing my guitars.
The pleasure you get from a guitar actually increases if you spend more time with it.
A guitar doesn’t bitch or nit-pick you to fucking death.
Your guitar doesn’t give a fuck how many beers you drink.
A guitar understands that a 20yr old step-daughter is really not considered “family” and therefore ok to shag.
A guitar is worth MORE the older it gets.
I just wanted to repeat the last one, the value of a guitar actually goes UP as it ages, much like a man, but completely opposite of a woman.
If a woman you are dealing with is on, or has ever been on any type of antidepressant medication, you need to run. Run Forrest, run as fast as you can. This a red flag. Now this is something that they can mask in the short term, especially since most mental bitches are great in bed, it distracts you from her mental instability.
Beware if they try to rationalize it by telling you that “all women are crazy” or some similar line. There’s a reason they’re on meds, you do not want to stick around long enough to find out why. For one, it will always be your fault, hell I even had one bitch blame me for a ticket that she got. Typical spoiled American bitch, blames everyone else for her problems except her. This is one of many examples why you should avoid bitches on meds. Last thing you want is some manic depressive bitch going between personalities like a fucking light switch. Talk about being dragged down by someone! If you have to walk on egg shells or wait and see which personality shows up to dinner, then you need to run like fucking hell away from that bitch.
Remember, their mental illness is their issue, not yours, its not your job to understand or help the dumb broad. Men need to stop accepting women’s bullshit and yes that includes so called mental illness. Unless you want a life filled with drama, avoid these backstabbing bitches like the fucking plague that they are. How are you going to get ahead and move forward with your life when you are carrying her lead weight ass around? You won’t, thats because these bitches are also insanely jealous, not just of every other woman, but of ANYTHING that takes away time from her stuck up, entitled, overweight ass.
Its about standards guys, why settle for some over dramatic bitch on meds when you can have a hotter normal chick. Its not like you need to marry any of them, but the bitches on meds aren’t even worth the sex. Take charge guys, don’t keep putting up with women’s bad behavior.
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