“Annual income twenty pounds, annual expenditure nineteen [pounds] nineteen [shillings] and six [pence], result happiness. Annual income twenty pounds, annual expenditure twenty pounds ought and six, result misery.” Charles Dickens, David Copperfield.

The essence of a bachelor’s life is that he maintains control of his time and his freedom to maneouver. This is how you feel in control of your life and avoid the sense of being harried, put-upon and trapped. We are quite aware that getting married-up (the old “ball & chain”) and having children are the two major ways in which a man can surrender his time and freedom to maneouver. If that’s what you want in life, by all means go for it. This post is written for bachelors who have chosen to remain free of such entanglements for the foreseeable future. The two key principles are:

1. Get a secure high top-line income, preferably scaleable
2. Get a low fixed cost base. Convert fixed costs to variable costs.

This is talk from business financial planning so I ought to unpack it a little for non-bankers, beginning with considering a man who has it all wrong per Dickens. Imagine a caricatured cubicle-jockey who works full-time 48 weeks a year on a permanent-employee contract. He owns a suburban three-bedroomed house and both he and his wife have a lease car each, perhaps a couple of years old. They have a sky sports / entertainment subscription, 24-month 4G mobile phone contracts for both adults and both children. The mortgage has ten years paid and fifteen years remaining plus there are a few unsecured loans to cover big ticket expenses like the recent kitchen remodelling. What is the risk profile of this man’s finances?

• Income is not scaleable – He is already working at his full capacity of 48 weeks a year of full-time working weeks.
• Income is all from one source, his salaried employment.
• Expenses are all high, fixed amounts with long duration. There is significant debt which is subject to (probably) floating interest rates.

What this means is the man has a very narrow margin of error. When expenses rise he had few options to absorb the change – does he try to get overtime at work or does he trade-off another expense? If his income drops (his hours are cut, he is fired) he has a huge monthly payment to meet and no means to do so. Not only that but by having equity in his home he has alot to lose in a home repossession. The man has no time and no freedom to maneouver. This is why bachelors should be very wary of owning a home. The things you own end up owning you.

One thing investment managers quickly adopt is the idea of asset classes. Everything is an investment and allocating funds to one asset class (e.g. equity) means less funds for another asset class (e.g. bonds). This is simple opportunity cost. Investment managers will take a strategic view on the likely performance of different asset classes and make their bets accordingly. You should be doing the same.

Property is not an emotion. It’s not a symbol of success. It’s not a part of your identity as a man. It’s just an asset class. Depending on your life situation and the economy it’s wise to be either long or short property. Usually it’s better to be short (i.e. renting not buying), here’s why.

Freedom

Buying a house locks you into one place and a high monthly fixed expense. For no reason other than that it is usually smart for the bachelor to avoid buying a house. When you tell your boss you have a mortgage you are telling him “I can’t walk away from this job so please fuck me over with limitless demands, pressure and shitty projects. I’ll take it all while wearing a shit-eating grin because I know I don’t have the option to walk away”.

A man with a huge income-expense margin can accumulate a large pile of fuck-you money in his savings account. He can take time off work. A man on a six-month rental apartment can very easily trade down to a cheaper place if money is tight, trade up when he’s flush or just go move to another country/city to follow a good job opportunity. As Robert De Niro advises in Heat: “Don’t let yourself get attached to anything you are not willing to walk out on in 30 seconds flat if you feel the heat around the corner…. Now, if you’re on me and you gotta move when I move, how do you expect to keep a… a marriage?”

On the lam

Taxation

The golden rule of taxation is that the burden falls heaviest on those least able to avoid it. The poor don’t pay tax because they have little income to tax and little to lose by refusing to work. The rich don’t pay tax because they can restructure their affairs to minimise it. Tax falls disproportionately upon the middle class for three simple reasons:

1. They earn high enough incomes to make their life significantly more comfortable from working than not working.
2. They have assets (housing, savings, pensions) that can be plundered and are too large to comfortably walk away from.
3. They own property. It is fixed in one location and cannot be moved offshore. Nor can they.

Buying a house positions yourself squarely into the cross-hairs of a thieving government whether overtly (property taxes, stamp duty, rates) or covertly (you are locked into place for all the personal taxes)

Asset bubbles

Property is just an asset class. Nobody buys a house outright in cash. Under periods of stable banking families will typically provide a 20% cash deposit and borrow the remaining 80% which any investment manager will tell you is 4x leverage. You have £4 of debt for every £1 of equity but still control (carry risk and rewards of) 100% of the investment. Let’s consider a contrived example to clarify the maths:

Your capital: £20k. Your mortagage: £80k. Your house price £100k.

Scenario 1: House prices rise 10%. Your house is worth £110k. You now have £30k in equity (the debt didn’t increase) This is £10k profit on an investment of £20k = 50% return.

Scenario 2: House prices fall 10%. Your house is worth £90k. You now have £10k in equity. This is £10k loss on an investment of £20k = 50% loss.

The key characteristic of leverage is it magnifies the impact of asset price movements. A change of just 10% in house prices creates a 50% change in your wealth. We are so used to hearing risk-takers extoll the virtues of leverage in rising markets that we can forget leverage also works on the way down. As many a leveraged hedge fund found out to their cost. The main point for the bachelor to process is this:

Buying a house is a highly leveraged bet on the direction of the housing market.

You are not reducing risk by buying a house. You are increasing it. This is before taking into account another factor: housing is a depreciating asset. Houses fall apart and become delapidated without regular maintenance and repairs. This truth is hidden in fast-rising markets because the net amount of house price rise minus maintenance costs will be positive. Thus accepting that buying a house is an investment decision, and in particular a speculative investment decision, we must understand how a house is valued. If your natural thought is “look in the estate agent’s window for similar houses” you are a moron. There are three ways to price a house over the long term – all are ways to determine if the housing market in a given area is over- or under-valued at the time you are considering purchase.

1. Median house price to median salary ratio

It’s an obvious truism that if the average person cannot afford the average home then house prices are going to drop. You can find long-term historical data (for example Case-Schiller) that gives a clear pattern for any region. Generally speaking in the US house prices will cost 3 times the salary of whoever lives in it. Pull up the graphs. Any time prices deviate there is a bubble or crash and eventual reversion to the mean. It’s simple (effective) supply and (effective) demand. What can’t happen won’t and therefore when median house prices outstrip the median earner’s capacity to pay they don’t pay. There’ll be a period of market breakdown as delusional sellers refuse to drop prices (the first sign of a house price crash is sharply reduced transaction volume – buyers and sellers can’t agree a price) but then as the 3Ds come into effect (divorce, death, reDundancy) the forced sales pull the market down.

Find this for your region

2. Median salary to median mortage payment ratio

People have a comfort zone for how much of their monthly income they are willing to allocate to housing. Long term statistics show that to be about 33% of take-home pay. The rest goes on food, entertainment, clothes, car whatever. Banks consider this ratio in making loans because as the % rises the borrower’s wiggle room to deal with external shocks reduces as does their willingness to meet payments in times of duress. When you read stories of young couples paying 60% of take-home pay to meet mortgage payments then its a sure sign the market is overpriced and headed down.

3. Bank optimism

There are long-accepted rules in the banking industry and long-accepted ratios in determining loans. Put simply your banker assesses you on the three Cs

• Collateral – How much of a deposit or how valuable is the asset the loan is secured on. This is why they require a cash deposit. If you pay 20% deposit then the house value can drop 20% before the bank takes a loss. Your skin in the game is 20% and thus you are far less likely to walk away from your loan. Reduce that to 5% and the game has changed.
• Cover – How many times over can your take home pay cover your mortgage payment? If that number is low you will struggle when interest rates rise or your income takes a knock. You are fragile.
• Credit – What is your historical creditworthiness? Do you have a history of repaying your debts or welching on them?

House prices are determined by the availability of credit because it’s the size of the mortgage the bank will give you that determines your effective demand to bid on a house. Thus when lending standards are lax (i.e. banks are optimistic) borrowers can get larger loans and thus bid up prices. When banks are aggressively marketing loans with 5% deposits or ALT-A interest-only repayment schedules, or the central bank is forcing down interest rates it is all pointing in one direction: houses are overpriced. Lax lending leads to high rates of bad debts and an inevitable banking contraction. Lending standards over-correct to the strict side and suddenly borrowers can no longer bid so high. House prices drop.

This is what a banking crisis looks like

There are many additional factors that impact house prices that I won’t go into. For example consider how these sociological changes affect prices:

– Expansion of public sector jobs in a particular region: Wages rise in that region leading to increased ability to bid-up house prices. When government contracts and fires those workers prices come back down.

– Mass immigration: Large numbers of wealth-destroying third world immigrants flood a country. For their housing demand to become “effective demand” (backed by the ability to pay) they must receive government housing benefit. This can only be funded by taxation (national debt is merely deferred taxation) which means the increase in effective demand by the colonists is offset by the decreased effective demand of the wealth-creators (when taxes rise, median salaries and interest cover falls – see above ratios).

– Debasement of the currency: Prolonged periods of quantitative easing artificially suppress interest rates which has the effect of (i) reducing monthly payments for borrowers on floating rates (ii) destroying yield on investments for savers. It’s a direct transfer of wealth from savers to borrowers. Effective demand is transfered from one group to another but not increased overall. When currency is debased house prices have the illusion of increasing because they are measured in a unit that loses it’s real-world value. For example in the UK the pound was devalued 25% in 2008-09 but house prices remained flat. The economic effect is house prices dropped 25%.

These are complex factors but I raise them to solidify the key point: Property is just an asset class and it’s a leveraged investment. It’s not an emotional decision or a rite of passage to becoming an adult. For most bachelors most of the time buying a house is suicide. It takes away your time and freedom to maneouvre. It will also very likely lose you money if you buy now.

* Anyone retarded enough to say “rent is just throwing your money away” will be sent to the spam queue.

Just as Game is not one strategy for one type of hunter getting one type of prey, the PUA industry is not one type of business selling one type of product to one type of customer. It’s a complex ecosystem.

So you’ve got some good products advising normal men how to get fairly hot girls. You’ve got Good-Looking-Guy game where the instructors are all tall, young, handsome guys who would get laid even without game. Then there’s the dark dank depths of the bottom-feeders…. the Mehow’s, the VinceKelvins, the RossJeffries of this world who empty the wallets of the lonely and the desperate.

I recently encountered a forthcoming infield daygame product* aimed at precisely this market and I kind of see the point. The type of Game I do will not let a short Indian chode bang tall prime Russians. That simply will never happen. It’s so far removed from my reality that it never crossed my mind to actually spell it out…. but then I was watching the marketing guff for this product and realised that probably the biggest market to serve is precisely those at the bottom of the SMP pile. These are the guys who most need the help.

Consider Richie and Eddie from Bottom. There’s a beautiful soliliqui two minutes into this clip on how desperate this life is.

They look at me (or Steve or Tom) travelling the world and clacking pretty respectable women and…. that’s simply unattainable for a £15k per annum low level Java programmer in Milton Keynes or a guy who stacks shelves in Tesco on the night shift in some small Scottish town. It’s easy to take for granted that I live near Central London and can jet off to Central Europe any time I please.

So a guy who looks like them, is almost as uncalibrated as them, getting the occasional girlfriend is actually a powerful motivation. That girl may be a porky 5 and she may demand exclusivity but for a guy who hasn’t even knobbed a landwhale for two years…. that’s still a massive improvement in his life. That porky five will give him attention, affection and if he squints his eyes and turns down the light she isn’t too unpleasant to fuck. That’s okay. Tell the truth, promise what you can deliver.

What does annoy me is PUA scammers who promise these guys non-stop sex with tens. Scammers selling the magic pill and impossible dreams. Guys doing just enough with the sales funnel to get the credit card details and then email a shitty v-log recorded on their iphone. If you want to market to the bottom of the SMP, solve the puzzle. Figure out what they need and how to deliver it.

* not The Girlfriend Sequence.

Ok, I’ll bite.

The manosphere has rapidly degenerated into a gaggle of fools gossiping like women about things they don’t understand. It’s lost. Dead. I shall bury myself in a cave until the apes have overrun us and civilisation reboots. Until then, I wish to knock this Breaking Bad rubbish on the head. Yes, it’s a great show. So great in fact that the writers really get the socio-sexual hierarchy and Walter White is as pure a gamma as ever puffed himself up on false pretentions. Let’s first dispense the alpha myth and where better to go than the first great popularizer of alpha game… Roissy. Let’s go to his enduring definition which is as accurate as you can get in so few words. A man’s alphaness is judged on three criteria.

“how hot are the women he can attract, how strong is that attraction for him, and how many of those women find him attractive.”

In five seasons Walter has sex with one used up old troll who treats him like shit until she becomes scared of him and then she merely exercises thinly-veiled contempt. And she cheats on him with an uber-chode. Look at her. A minger.

Why so serious?

No other women express any interest in him whatsoever. Even Lydia just finds him a provider chode and she’s as broken and externally-referenced as despicable man-jaw femcunts can be. WW is an omega by Roissy standards.

How about the leader of men theory?

How many beta males look up to and respect Walt? How many high value men want to hang out with him as peers? How many men seek him out for the pleasure of his company? It’s a big fat zero. People are repelled by his anti-charisma. Several men come into his orbit on the lure of using his chemistry genius to get rich (Saul, Gus, Tucco) and several are there because they are under orders (Mike, Victor) but all of them immediately find his character repellent and seek to distance themselves. The only two men who don’t use him as a provider chump are a gay fanboy nerd (Gail) and a little boy lost (Jesse). At least Scarface had bros and hos.

How about the empire building business?

Walt fails at everything he touches. His chemistry genius and gamma wiles get him out of near death situations several times but almost every sticky moment is of his own making because while a genius at chemistry he is a bumbling amateur at life. Selling out his shareholding in a soon-to-be billion dollar tech firm, destablising his cushy job cooking for Gus, bringing Hank back onto his trail just after he’d given up….. these are all Mensa member levels of total incompetence at life. Note how it takes him four seasons to break even on costs and when he does get money he can’t launder it.

At no point does he change his life for the better. He is careening from crisis to crisis and dragging everything down with him. This is the beauty of the show because it shows how toxic Walter really is. At no point does it occur to him that he’s incompetent. He wildly overstates his own ability to get things done.

Chode, yesterday

So no, Walter White is not an alpha male. The only way you could possibly think he is alpha is if you misunderstand the whole point of the socio-sexual hierarchy. I’m not trying to diss him on morality here. Sure he’s a reprehensible character but that’s neither here nor there. He has none of the alpha outcomes.

Girls don’t fancy him. Men don’t follow him. He doesn’t have his shit together. He’s deeply unhappy.

Go read Vox’s outline of the gamma male traits. Then check them against Mr Heisenberg

• High intelligence that he overvalues the importance of
• God complex in his belief in his own omnipotence and failure to recognise his errors
• Relentless bullying of those further down the hierarchy
• Burning toxic rage against the world for failing to recognise his genius.
• Prickly pride that constantly causes him to sabotage otherwise smoothly functioning systems
• Creepily over-investing in the one woman who gives him interest

I pity new manosphere guys who are being fed such tosh.

[Edit: About half the comments here show why the manosphere is just a knitting circle for whiny bitches.]

As you wander the streets of your hometown have a look around at the normal men and ask yourself “do they understand the concept of Value?” Generally, the answer will be no. They’ll have ill-fitting dad jeans, white trainers, those strange shapeless box shirts with garish checked patterns and a haircut like Des from Neighbours.

Everybody needs good neighbours

At some point in their teen years their dad should’ve sat them down and said “son, this is what makes you a high value man….”. Their dad failed. Likely his dad had never sat him down for the value chat either. So we have a legion of chodes whose every signal screams low value and unsurprisingly the women ignore them. Perhaps that was you. If you’re reading this then likely you never really fitted into the blue pill world. You never quite dressed the same as the chodes, you probably had a problem with authority, and you probably tended to go do your own thing and fuck the world. So much latent alpha/sigma energy trapped inside without any guidance on which direction to release it. Then you discovered Game and it was like the value chat your dad never gave you.

Aloofness. Boundaries. Charisma. Leading. Teasing. Challenging. The Mission.

I sometimes trawl the manosphere curious to read other player’s journey blogs. The quality varies widely but most share common themes of which a man discovering the concept of value and how to unlock / build his own is central to all. It’s a bumbling stumbling journey at first. Concepts never fix the first time you encounter them. Like a newly-speaking child grasping irregular verbs you tend to overapply and misapply the rules before figuring it out. One of the hardest rules of value to grasp is the distinction between internal and external value. Once grasped intellectually it’s even harder to believe in emotionally.

I’m often asked, usually by angry gammas, “what value are you offering the girls? you are barely employed, not good-looking, you don’t marry them.”

This question only makes sense to a chode. Once you grasp internal value, what I call Personal Charismatic Value, the question answers itself. It’s at the core of the Lover / Provider dichotomy and The Great Gatsby is a great example of value done wrong.

Blue pill, 1922

Gatsby is an ambitious delusional man from humble beginnings, his childhood spent aggressively reality-weaving his own mythology while living in a dingy shack. At the first opportunity he leaves home seeking…. something. The man is completely obsessed with external markers of value such as status, money, power and acceptance into exclusive social clubs. These are the things he was excluded from as a boy so from the outside looking in they seem to him like the real source of happiness. In local vernacular we’d call it a chip on his shoulder born of a nagging sense of not being good enough. “If I can only become that, I’ll be happy.”

This deep insecurity and self-loathing causes him to set up a false idealised self. If only he can become the Big Man people will accept him and then he can accept himself. He must swim through a sea of external validation in order to feed his false self – a grandiosity shark. He wants it too much so this causes tremendous cognitive dissonance between his repressed self-loathing / current position and his targeted future self. Just as with physical pain when men experience severe mental pain their moral code bends. He latches onto an eccentric millionaire during a chance meeting and then he’s off and away.

Five years later he’s Jay Gatsby, the richest and most connected man in New York. His life is one massive DHV. Exclusive parties, hobnobbing with senators and mayors, custom sports cars. beautiful girls….. and he never misses a chance to tell people he’s arrived. His history is rewritten into a personal mythology of greatness. He is living the dream. The high value lifestyle.

But of course he’s a deeply unhappy man and his life is a charade. A Potemkin Village.

A DHV story, yesterday

He has acquired all the external trappings of value without once digging deep to root out and destroy his inner demons. He has poor boundaries, fake rapport, low self-esteem and a barely suppressed rage against the world. Leonardo Di Caprio plays it beautifully to bring out the fundamental creepiness of his sham life. As an audience we are whisked into his (fake) reality via the audience identification character / empty vessel Toby Maguire. Gatsby is qualifying hard. “Look at me, look how I live! My life is so amazing!” Barely a minute goes by without dropping a grotesque DHV.

Unsurprisingly he has oneitis for some used-up tart. She represents the acceptance he can never give himself. If he can make Daisy love him again he will feel loveable. If she can deny her love for Tom then it will prove Gatsby is special. His whole reality and self-image is determined by Daisy’s evaluation. He breaks the central rule of inner game: Be more invested in yourself and your opinion of yourself than of other’s opinions of you. Most manosphere writers have brought out the movie’s lessons on female nature and oneitis. What interests me is the parallels with an intermediate player.

Gatsby worships external markers of value. He is externally referenced. He is the ultimate expression of acheiving the high value lifestyle but he’s still a chode who gets tooled by a girl.

The upper social tier, yesterday

When I read some player’s journey blogs I see the same thing. When I read my own archives I see the same thing. After a lifetime of failing to understand value you read Mystery Method and discover the DHV. Aha!….. if I can learn to tell a DHV story about driving a ferrari with Colin Farrell around the Playboy mansion before taking a VIP table in a top nightclub….

It’s all bullshit.

It took me a long time to figure it out. Little pieces dropped into place over the course of two years. At the risk of becoming a parody of the Grandiosity Shark I just outlined, let me recall some of the key moments that let me shift from the External Value frame to the Internal Value frame:

• My first catwalk model dated a successful businessman / politician for nine years. He was handsome, well-dressed, connected and flew her around the world first class for over a year before she let him fuck her. After I dumped her she dated a new millionaire former spetznas commander (now businessman) and I stole her back again to be my fuck buddy while he was proposing marriage and still hadn’t even kissed her.
• One of my Russian girls had a serious long term wants-to-marry-her higher beta boyfriend and also a Moscow sugar daddy that paid her £25k pa for the privilege of fucking her for a couple of hours every few months. I was the Lover. These two chumps the Providers.
• A random Kazhak girl I dated but didn’t fuck told me about our initial street meeting. “You had such powerful eyes. It’s obvious you have a strong character.”
• A girl I met in Top Shop had a lifestyle (provided by her ex-BF of five years) that would make Victoria Beckham blush. Several carribbean holiday homes on paradise islands. Private jets everywhere. She told me she preferred sitting in Starbucks with me. When I went to visit her for a few days she actually got a private doctor to give her injections of vitamin C to try to make her skin look better so as not to disappoint me (with hilarious after effects…)

And then the single most important piece was slotted into place last summer when I had a one-week holiday visiting my ex-GF who was the most trophy-like of trophy girls. She’s a famous actress (always sex-siren roles) who was courted by a prince of Dubai and prior to me was dating the most eligible leading man in her country’s movie industry. She is hounded by paparazzi, on TV talk shows and magazine front pages. One of her orbiters is a billionaire industrialist who throws ridiculous parties on his giant yacht. Think Megan Fox or Jessica Alba in her homeland. One day while we are eating breakfast on her balcony (yes, she cooked for me all week) she looks thoughtfully into the garden and says :

“Nick, you have the richest life of anyone I know. You are so free, so happy. You can do anything you want. I wish I had that.”

As my haters correctly point out I am barely-employed, bald, average-looking and all my worldy possessions fit into the one tiny room I live in. I have few external markers of value. Yet I get SMV-prime hotly-contested women. Not everytime but enough times to know it’s a real phenomenon. Why?

Internal value.

The very fact that I’m a man with testosterone in my system and a dick in my trousers means I have value to a woman. Then you add self-acceptance. I like who I am and how I live. Build on top of that the cornerstone characteristics of masculinity. Lastly, add the technical competence of Game in how to talk to women. That’s all the value you’ll ever need and it’s massively more value than external props can ever give you.

Good is the enemy of great. Beware the intermediate player trap. I read guys banging on about how they are trying to build up an eco-system to meet women (fashion photography, nightclub host, DJ etc) and think “sure, it’ll get you laid a little but at tremendous cost”. It still won’t help you crack the top tier because there always comes the moment when the girl looks deep into your eyes and reads your soul. Without internal value, she’s gone. Well, the top tier girls are gone. I read guys banging on about how they’ve cracked into higher social circles and I think “chip on your shoulder, externally referenced”. There are no higher social circles. I’ve spent a little time in them and once you strip away the fame, the money and the yachts they are just people. Often unhappy social climbers clinging to the greasy pole. They are no happier or cooler than people you can find sitting in Hyde Park eating cheese sandwiches from Greggs. Believing that this is a higher form of living is just strengthening your ego investment in external trappings as value and that’s a road to nowhere.

Real value is not found in VIP rooms and party invitations any more than it’s found in having 74 likes on your Facebook status. Trying to be the guy on the cover of Neil Strauss’s book is a fool’s errand. The Great Gatsby does a great job in teasing out this lesson. For as long as you focus on external value you’ll remain Provider Chump. For as long as you are climbing the greasy pole of social elevation you’ll have a chip on your shoulder. When you have internal value, Personal Charismatic Value, you need nothing more than the shirt on your back. YOU are the value. To the people in your life that is real value.

It has given me great pride over the years to introduce a few new terms into the manosphere lexicology. Nothing earth-shattering and some, like Avoidance Weasel, are not even my own. But I’m claiming this one.

Last winter while in Thailand I noticed a trend in nightclubs wherein a group of six or seven slim university girls would be huddled / dancing around a high table and seated amongst them would be a fat smooth-skinned male student with manbag, ill-fitting shirt and glasses. He’d be buying the big bottle of liquor the girls are making merry from. And he wouldn’t get even a kiss for his troubles. Back in England I see more troubling examples. Mostly chubby Asian dorks being led around by the slim pretty girls who’ve LJBF’d them.

Just look at this guy. Lost, dazed, confused. Shuffling around indecisively like a lost panda bear. His pants recently shitted.

Then I noticed there’s black, white and wop equivalents. Like a herbus maximus. So let’s consider the defining features:

• Smooth blemish free skin that’s never been soiled by stubble nor moustache
• Chubbiness that doesn’t quite reach obesity but enough for the cheek fat to Japanicize the eyes
• Ill-fitting, cheap plain clothes often with white trainers and a backpack (sometimes worn backwards, across the chest)

only semi-reversible

Just imagine a male baby drenched in estrogen since suckling, perhaps with weekly dialysis to remove pesky testosterone build-up. He’s not a herb. Herb’s have castrated themselves with lifestyle choices. Estrogen slugs literally have a hormone imbalance. They are the polar opposite of narrow-hipped hairy-armed manjaws, the yin to their yang. But never ever seen together. This is what the modern Cartman-esque lifestyle of junk food, video games and porn can do to you.

Sometimes life really is stranger than fiction. I’ve been casting about of late trying to find some theoretical expression or model by which I can really bring out the distinctions between gammas and beta/deltas. They are not the same. Betas tend to be bumbling, clueless and follow rules so reflexively that it never occurs to them to want more than their measley lot in life. Gammas think they are special, by virtue of their higher intelligence and outsider status. They think the rules don’t apply to them and will happily break social conventions (sneakily), always looking to weasel a little “in” to the palace of pussy. So classic gamma tricks:

• Learn a foreign language and do “language exchange” meetings to try to get in with girls
• Tantric massage to cheaply feel women’s bodies and try to weasel into intimacy
• Adopting feminist-friendly clothes and speech to gain admission into the Wimmin’s Club

They are sneaky fuckers. Sneaky, twisted, dastardly fuckers. In contrast betas are fairly salt-of-the-earth stand up guys. Nonetheless gammas are so clueless of intra-sexual relations and so lacking in self-awareness that they don’t realise how creepy they are. Why do I know this?….. because I’ve long had many gamma traits that I’ve had to learn to root out and replace. Allow me to introduce Captain Gamma….. as to be expected he was unearthed residing in Asia. This guy really does exist and I got the low-down on him through three degrees of separation. No backstory…. just revel in his squalid loathesome Bottom-world existence. I’ll add a few comments as I go. I tried to restrain myself in the interests of good taste but the thing with Gammas is they effortlessly rile me…. they have such punchable faces. So indulge me in some uncharacteristic hating, please. Every single thing I quote below was formerly available in public domain on his blog. Names removed to protect the girl.

ONE DAY, FOR THREE YEARS: LIZZIE, COME HOME

My dear, confused, darling, and forever L, [Already setting the frame of her as confused rather than leaving him for good reasons]

Note her coldness and his rage

There are fewer than five days left before I leave, at which point this blog will be repurposed — put back to the original use, the use we always intended for it. The Broadcastaways project never had a chance to grow and develop, but it was one of the many plans we had over the years [we we we…. constant loan-sharking to make her feel a debt to him]. This story, now – about your sudden, unexplained, unexplainable, incomprehensible, unfathomable [gammas never miss a chance to show their intelligence and education, but never in an attractive manner] – withdrawal from me, and from the life we were crafting together, will end the eve of my departure. I regret – I do – that I am not yet well enough, repaired enough, to bring the narrative to an end any sooner than that [this is 100% twat-speak, horrendous choice of words]. How could I be? You were – you are – my everything; and not only am I still trying very hard to come to terms with the fact that you recklessly [=lover attraction] traded our rock-solid foundation [=provider chode] and deep understanding of each other for a boy – a boy – that you barely knew, and were smitten with because of some superficial similarities and raging physical attraction [i.e. genuine attraction, not negotiated tolerance]; I am trying very hard to make sense of how you could turn on a dime, how a woman who was so loved, so treasured, could whirl around like a dervish, and not care one bit, not one bit, about what your withdrawal and your sudden absence is doing to the man who was your best friend and unshakable ally [= “you owe me”. This whole paragraph is a not-so-subtle guilt trip to blame her for all his feelings whereas the obvious reality is she got sick of him and traded up to a man who actually made her happy].

This is one of our many photos together, taken on the back lawn. As in the dozens of photos of us – to say nothing of the scores of beautiful portraits I have taken of you [pedestalising female-centrism] – we are a clear-eyed, clear-sighted couple, a team — a real team [which is the problem, a woman needs a leader]. Not a summer fling, not an explosion of sexual passion (although we were always that, and much more). We were a partnership — a field-tested, proven, come-hell-or-highwater partnership.

a motif, yesterday

This photo is of the same spot on the lawn, taken yesterday. You will notice a bare strip — a track, which leads to the edge of the property on one side, and the small hill on the other. It was not there on the 26th of June, the night you said farewell in a short, one-sided, and all-too-civil exchange, where you sat on my sofa – the place we last made love – and in clipped answers and replied served me cold words that I was then left to weave into a narrative, explanation, and apology. [women grow very cold when attraction dies, especially as she never had any respect for this provider chump]

The bare strip is actually part of a track, which runs end-to-end in the back yard, and makes an oval. It is in the center of which I have taken some of your most beautiful photos. [Note his poetic attempts to weave a motif into the narrative, desperately trying to impress upon her what he no doubt considers his superior wit, elegance and rakeish charm]

The track exists because, beginning on Thursday 25 June, the day after you caused my world to crumble, I have done nothing but pace [that’s an industrial-strength over-investment. Never make a girl your world. Of course he’s playing the relationship equity game so he figures the more he sacrifices the more guilty she’ll feel so he can manipulate her into intimacy]. Barefoot, for hours every day, and sometimes into the darkness, I pace, and pace, in an anticlockwise circle, trying to work out how you could do this, how you could not spare me one night of your company, and one morning more, to let my love for you guide my compassion and my reason to a place of understanding, a place of bitter but wise acceptance [he’s full of blame and rage against her. Taking responsibility for their own actions is not a Gamma trait. They are too smart, too special. It’s the whole world that is stupid.]. Circles, circles, circles, in the sun when there is sun, in the showers when there is rain; in the first light of dawn, and at the last light of a receding day. I have burned a track into the grass, walking, pacing, thinking, forever thinking. Trying to understand, or at least, trying to cope. Trying – the gods know, trying so hard – to trick myself into believing It is all for the best, trying to find enough goodness and wisdom to let go of the pain, the rage, the humiliation, the frustration, and the crippling sadness to inhale deeply, and say She is happy, therefore, you too must be happy.

I have created a circle, and in the center of it – where once you stood – is a frightful vacuity. Three years, and thrown-away for a man of five days, without explanation, or a chance to understand everything from your point of view. [Other dude probably had Game. Nice one fella]

My day of pacing will begin shortly. It is all I can do. It is all there is left for me to do [Really? Is there nothing in this sad castrati’s life but walking. What about friends? Xbox? work? or god forbid…. approaching another girl?]. The thoughts most of the time, frankly, are mingled also, always, with sadness for you — sadness for you, my L. The candle that burns twice as bright burns half as long. I love you, and could never deny you the chance to have what your heart wants. [She doesn’t need your sadness, chump. She left you for a better man. One who isn’t a toxic rage-filled frame-controlling weirdo who traps her with guilt-tripping then wears down her soul over the years]

I have never been such a monster, and could never be. I refused two full-time jobs in Asia, because I wanted to make sure that you would finish your last semester with flying-colors [Femcentrism, overinvestment and now he’s bitterly trying to make her feel guilty about it], and that as the stress began to accumulate for you I would be there, as I have always been. Always. And I always would be, will be — if you need me [The frame is all wrong. He’s still available to her and projecting that. The correct frame is “good riddance/next!”].

And you know, too, because I have told you, that I had pushed all Asia-plans to the very end of August, so that I could give you the option – if you wanted it – of having the entire Autumn to make what you like of your final months in school. If other people, new relationships, new opportunities presented themselves, I was prepared to give you the space to enjoy them, experiment with them, and pursue them — for all they might be worth to you [This is a blatant lie, imho. He’s an omnipresent orbiter who will be constantly stifling her]. And you know, too, because we have talk about it, that my overarching goal – the one reason I stayed here in the US – was to get you to graduation, after which I was prepared to swallow the big bitter pill that might have been your announcement that you wanted to strike-out and accept the world on your own, and on your own terms. Such is my love for you — which up to this point has been complete unselfish, and you-focused. [you-focused but utterly selfish. It was only by feigning sacrifice that the guilt-based rapport lasted so long]

But I pace with worry, too, because you have given heart, soul, body, and everything to a boy, too unseasoned to know what a treasure he has; a boy too untested by the exigencies of life to know how to support and encourage a woman [unlike Captain Clueless here who clearly knows so much about women], and – whatever his charms and virtues, and I do not doubt that they are many; a boy who – at his age – will surely at some point want to explore his options, and see if there is yet somewhere in the world a better version of you awaiting him. These are not the words of spite, or anger. These are facts [conveyed spitefully and angrily]. And for that reason I cannot but be sad for your aggregate loss, a loss that is growing and become larger every day we are apart, and every day you revel in your rapture with him. Saddest of all, is that you cannot even see that this is unquestionably and undeniably the case. [Very lame attempt to flip the script when he’s obviously burning with loss while she is happily free]

I love you, L — for all the right reasons. I would have let you have your summer of passion and fun, and I would have girded myself for the possibility that your summer with the boy became an autumn and winter and spring with him. I would have smiled from the sidelines, knowing that he was better, and right, and that your preparedness for him – including your meeting in [redacted], which I encouraged you to attend at all costs – was made possible in some part by my support, my care, and above all my love for you. You never would have had to choose between the fresh, new, spirited, frenzied love of the young, and the sure, solid, proven, unselfish love of the man who created a life and world with you. The latter man – imperfect though he is – is wise enough to want your comprehensive happiness, even when he knows that your joys could require his sorrow; your sighs, his tears; your pleasure, his misery.

i love you L, whether you want me to or not — for sure, you no longer care [agreed]. And I fear for you, whether you recognize or not that my fears for you are well-founded. And as the days continue, and the track in the grass becomes deeper, flatter, more sun-scorched, the chance that we can give our history – our wonderful, beautiful accumulated history – a fitting burial, or, appropriate place on some shelf, withers to nothing. And that, in months to come, will surely be the saddest and most regrettable part of this tragedy. [His life is the tragedy]

I go, now, to pace, seeking peace where I cannot have answers, though you have taken from me even the hope of peace. [If she ever had the power to take that away from him, then he’s too weak to deserve a decent girl]

I love you.

Initally I wasn’t going to post this but I heard through the grapevine that he is currently insinuating that he’s committed suicide and gone into hiding in Asia to provoke her into chasing after him. What a loathsome despicable man. He deserves the scorn heaped upon him.

This is the end of the line for men who take the Gamma path. Obsession and oneitis to the rare women they encounter and constant malignant frame controlling. What a poor poor girl to spend three years in his world. In the unlikely event either party is reading, here is my advice:

Chode: Forget her. Learn game. I’m sure you’re in the depths of despair now but it’ll pass. You have the intelligence to fix yourself.

Her: Forget him. Enjoy your freedom.

Which brings me back to the Krauser/Bhodi golden rule of how to fix a damaged relationship: Dump her and get a new girl

There’s a long-standing fault line cleft through martial arts to separate them into Dead and Alive. So for example if you were to look at the tiny group of martial arts that are actually useful in a fight (and it’s nearest proxy where it can actually be tested – the MMA cage) you’ll see they all share several factors in common. Before you scroll down, just consider for yourself the commonalities between boxing, wrestling, judo, sambo, muay thai, Brazilian ju jitsu. Look at any decent MMA fighter and you’ll find they specialise in one or two of these arts. Outliers are extremely rare.

So what do they have in common?

• A rule set that allows full-bore competition against an opponent who is trying to beat you… without incurring serious injury.

That was Jigoro Kano’s revolutionary idea that led his tiny judo club to destroy all the ju-jitsu schools in the famous Tokyo Police competition. Remove the deadly techniques and leave the safe ones. While you can still kill someone with a BJJ choke, still knock someone senseless with a boxing left hook you can also control the environment so nobody is lethally injured in training. You cannot seriously train eye gouges and windpipe ripping without quickly running out of training partners. Kano made judo come Alive. Boxing was always alive. Fencing is alive. As is Kendo. The arena of competition (and sparring) inserts universal Darwinism into the fight game.

Back when Japan produced real badasses

Now consider the worthless martial arts…. Krav Maga, Karate, Ninjutsu, Aikido, Tae Kwon Do. What they all have in common? They are Dead. There is no serious competition (or in the case of TKD so removed from anything that resembles fighting it is simply the Dance Of The Foot Fairies). Dead martial arts fossilise. They have rigid grading hierarchies where senior grades don’t have to prove themselves. The respect for teachers is fake. It’s a bunch of guys who never get good at techniques that are never tested. It’s Bullshido.

So why the long preamble?

Martial arts are simply one example of incorporating compliance as a principle in your life. I uses the term in a specific manner to mean one of two things:

1. Enticing another person to freely associate and cooperate with you.
2. Imposing your will onto another person in free competition.

It’s free-market capitalism in the social world – people are either willingly cooperating in your enterprise or your enterprise is outperforming theirs under free competition. Anything else is socialism*. Now let’s apply that to your personal life. Are you avoiding the free market?

There are many activities that can be stacked into a weekly routine that do not require winning compliance from other people nor besting them in honest competition. When you sit down in front of your Xbox that’s just you and the games machine. The developer has even deliberately and painstakingly crafted an experience to make you feel like a hero. When you wank off to porn you are being guided along a sexual experience that does not require any compliance from a girl. When you read a book, even an intellectually challenging one that will improve your knowledge of life, you simply add it to your Amazon basket and send the money. You are living in a bubble where no-one needs agree with you.

Extortion and socialism, yesterday

Modern society has been crafted to allow people to live in bubbles of non-compliance. When they want something they pay for it, demand it from the government, or guilt-trip someone into giving it up. This is unlike traditional society which always had exams to pass, extended families to manage, neighbours to befriend, a neighbourhood to work with. We now live isolated lives where entire support systems exist to feed our delusions. We live in worlds where compliance is absent. A world where we don’t need people to freely associate with us because they like us and want to.

• Unemployment and housing benefit for those too inept or lazy to work
• Socialised healthcare and pensions for those too unept or selfish to save
• Prostitutes and porn for those men too unattractive to find women
• Video games, movies, books for those too socially awkward to have friends
• Gym machines for those too lazy to do real exercise
• Martial arts for those too pussy to fight in a ring
• MGTOW ideologies for those too far into denial to turn around their life

There are plenty of upsides to this societal change but a major downside is you are removing sources of external feedback from your life. You are not getting that vital ping with the reality to find out where you stand and how good you are at being a man. In economic terms, without a market you don’t have a price discovery mechanism. You don’t know your value. Usually it’s because you don’t want to know your own value because deep down you suspect it’s lower than your ego can handle.

My apology for springing a picture of pillow-biters on you above

Married guys are especially susceptible to this. Thinking they’ve escape the sexual marketplace, locked into a daily routine of boiling the frog, they are blissfully unaware of how they are degenerating and losing their SMV. Until divorce. So ask yourself are you a capitalist or socialist in your personal life? Are you seeking to avoid the marketplace, head in the sand? Just count off the activites that fill your week. How many of them require you to enlist the freely-given cooperation of others or for your team to best another team in honest competition. Examples of compliance / capitalism in action….

• Going out drinking with a bunch of friends
• A road trip with buddies
• Dating a hot girl
• Sparring at your boxing / BJJ class
• Winning an argument
• Having your work colleagues ask you to lead a project

Many activities which are good for your self-development and good for life-enrichment are also non-compliance / socialist activities.

• Reading / studying
• Writing a blog
• Travelling solo or always with the same friend
• Being disciplined about your nutrition
• Hitting the gym

Be careful with them. Its good to have a few but if you find you are always staying home to “work on my philosophy” rather than joining your friends at a party then you might have just life-weaseled yourself. Seek the feedback….. and what is the best possible source of feedback?

Daygame

When you step up to a girl and hit on her she will give you a comprehensive and accurate reality check. Daygame is your masculine mirror. When you are doing life right, the girls’ responses improve. There is no quicker way to rebase yourself than trying to get compliance from a girl you are trying to fuck. In daygame you can’t bully her with your seniority at work, you can’t buy her, you can’t out-maneouvre her in office politics. The only way you’ll get her to come on that idate with you is if she wants to. Free association… the building block of prosperous societies.

* socialism widely construed as an attempt to avoid free association and honest competition, and to replace it with violence, guilt-tripping and denial of reality.

It’s been all change in 2013 for the manosphere. Roosh has built Return Of Kings and appeared on national TV around Europe. Reddit has a burgeoning The Red Pill subreddit, Roissy continues to attract massive traffic. Like the UFC in 2005 was on the verge of mainstream and just needed the Bonnar-Griffin fight to tip it over the edge, the manosphere is poised waiting for that unpredictable conflux of events that send it viral. When it happens you can expect a seismic shift in society. Like Japan’s upcoming currency crisis or the collapse of the EUSSR Brussels overlords, we can’t predict which beat of a butterfly’s wings will set off the chain of events.

On my side, I’ve noticed my blog traffic double in the past year despite me almost willfully trying not to grow it.

So there’s alot of noobs out there with a newly-digested red pill sitting in their gut. Some are trying to cough it back up. Some have overdosed. Some are just confused. To extend the metaphor, some have been sold a faulty pill by a dodgy dealer. If you spend a few months reading the manosphere you’ll learn to figure out who is right and who is full of shit. It’s still the Wild West – an incredibly open and outspoken corner of the internet where men don’t fear the reaper.

A year ago I tried to distill all my red pill / Game knowledge into a one hour video interview. It’s the single best and most accessible introduction I’ve produced. I talk about my personal journey, sociological changes and how they affect men, what Game is and how to get it etc. Watch this and everything will fall into place.

* Thanks to Brian and Nic for being such perfect foils to get the content out.

I’m in a frivilous mood so here’s an idea I’m throwing out only half-seriously, one that came to me while trying to decide which game to play once I’ve finished the new Rage DLC (scorchers). The male domination hierarchy drives not just how women respond to you sexually but also your self-image, other men’s reactions, and the type of entertainment you’ll pursue. Our identities are expressed through our consumption choices, our fashion choices, and how we spend our time. So let’s apply that to video games.

Alpha: Command & Conquer, Rome Total War, Evil Genius

Bang! Smash! Kill!

The alpha male sits atop the male hierarchy giving orders to his lackeys then sitting back to smoke a cigar while he watches the world be remade in his image. He’s intensely competitive and loves to exercise his will upon a hostile world. He seeks decisive victory. Thus what better games than those where he commands armies, ripping thousands of little computer people from their little computer homes and sending them to certain death as they scythe through enemy lands looting and pillaging.

Sigma: Far Cry 3, Hitman Absolution, Dark Souls

Hunt and kill

The sigma walks alone on the fringes of society, heedless of its demands and determined to make his own way. The world is a playground and his mission to perfect his own skills for his own sake, to extract from it the little he needs to get by. He wishes for no affiliations, no crusade to join. So what better games than an open world sandbox with animals to hunt, pirates to assassinate, factions to play off against each other and the whole thing played at your own pace, free to pick and choose your own action? Who is a more symbolic archetype of the sigma mindset than the international assassin?

Beta: Gears of War, Call of Duty (single player), Battlefield

Yes, there’s a woman in there. Sassy.

Beta males are followers. They are looking for a cause higher than their own, to be pointed in a direction then sent off to surmount the obstacles and prove their worth. Thus we have long-winded save-the-world campaigns where you slot into a fire-team and play “follow the NPC”. There’s so much gushing about defending your homeland, team spirit and yes…. duty. I’ve replaced COD multiplayer (a lone-wolf twitch-fest) with Battlefield because the later better expresses the coordinated teamwork and class-based role-following that appeals to the beta drone.

Gamma: Final Fantasy, Mass Effect, Metal Gear Solid

Low testosterone environment

The gamma male is tortured by the cognitive dissonance between his self-perceived superiority (springing from his high intelligence) and his actual lowly SMP rank (springing from his feminisation). This conflict expresses itself in snark, excessive complication, and an appreciation for labyrinthian story-based RPGs that reward obsessive play. If the boring long-winded too-smart-by-half snarky lefty anti-capitalist message of MGS isn’t proof enough, just look at a photo of its creator Hideo Kojima. A high-acheiving gamma if ever there was one. Gammas want to play games that remind them how clever they are. They want to be the reluctant hero who saves the world he holds in contempt. They want the final cut-scene that vindicates them for being right all along. And they really like feminised bland characters.

Omega: World of Warcraft, Skyrim

No toilets to get your head flushed down

The thing omegas have far more than everyone else is time. With no social life to distract them the omega is free to over-invest in endless grinding RPGs, building a virtual self that can rank higher than his real-world incarnation. Online, no-one knows you’re a dog. The omega can access social communication through MMORPGs but with buffers that avoid the real world rejection he is used to. In Skyrim he can lose himself completely in a fully-featured virtual world where he is always the hero. This is the true escapism.

An overreach?

BTW, I’d love to know how the Sci-Fi and Fantasy genres are mapped by SMP rank. I don’t read much but I’d guess Asimov is for gammas, Herbert for betas, Star Trek for manginas and Doctor Who for omegas. However, I don’t know the scene well enough to judge.

Sometimes when I look at beautiful women and then frumpy women, and then back again, I’m overwhelmed by the feeling that I’m looking at a different species. A different breed. Just as the elegant athletic lines and purposeful snout of a Siberian husky are worlds apart from a waddling bootfaced pug, the clean curves and majestic features of a top-drawer woman are worlds apart from the stove-pipe block that is a modern woman. Miss Worlds apart.

In the unlikely event Hugo Chavez rolls his fat thieving socialist arse out of the hospital bed he’ll surely attempt to make Miss Venezuela – now Miss World – his concubine. I certainly would. Just look at her. Beautiful.

Look.

I once dated a 3rd-placer in Miss World

Who could possibly object to such a fine specimen of female beauty gracing the world’s stage, shining her star for the pleasure of millions of men and a role model for young girls to aspire to.

Oh, someone objects.

Look.

Jesus fucking Christ. My eyes!

Two different breeds.

What possible motive could this ugly rabble of halfwits have to wish to stop women being judged on their beauty? Would they perhaps be making a virtue out of necessity?

Look at them.

These wimmin need MORE power

Telling the world you aren’t ugly doesn’t make it so. If any readers stumble upon a photo of a beautiful feminist, please let me know. Photos of unicorns, bigfoot, or a PUA Hater’s girlfriend also welcome.