The Russian Infiltrator

December 23, 2010
krauserpua

For the first time since my divorce I’m in a normal relationship.

Perhaps I should define “normal”. I’ve still got my harem which consists of Thai and Jap in London, plus High-T as a fuckbuddy, and Brazil, Greek, Dissident, and ManEater as active but as yet unclosed targets while Estonian Model and Spaniard are long game possibles. I’m on Eurostar as I type to spend a week servicing Frenchie in Paris. Muslim is talking about visiting London again, as is Wonky Fringe. The Croatian Virgin opens me on Facebook every day and Croatian 10 is in long-game irregular rapport chat. I’ll be in Lithuania for a week in January when I’ll meet Painter, Borat, Salsa, Low Esteem and possibly also High Esteem, Squirrel and Newscaster. I expect to fuck at least two of them. Also Finland will be coming round for a bit of action too. There’s another ten girls which are in a looser orbit and may or may not go somewhere.

Despite this I’ve finally met a girl who inspires me to have a normal relationship in which we date, connect, and do all the normal boyfriend-girlfriend things. She’s the Russian catwalk model I picked up in Piccadilly a month ago. A solid ten if ever there was one. Here at Chateau RSG we are all using the beauty / esteem typology and this one is high beauty / high esteem. We are also complimentary opposites in polarity and good complimentary DNA matches. So the theoretical boxes are ticked and we both really enjoy spending time together. There’s a spark there that is extremely rare and I haven’t felt for years.

daydreaming

After the pickup I did some light messaging on Facebook while I was in Croatia, trying to draw her in. Then we had a first date beginning with a pint, then an English tea shop, then my members bar. It went astonishingly well, stretching into six hours, and finishing with a light kiss close. I almost couldn’t believe it because this girl seems too good to be true. I was having some real “I’m not worthy” moments and fortunately had enough game to hold the frame through them. This date was immediately after my first consultation with Skeletor and I told him “I’ve got a first date with a perfect ten. I’ll find a way to fuck it up” yet I managed to not fuck up – quite the opposite cos I smashed the ball out the park.

Second date went even better, beginning with coffee in Covent Garden and then a sunday roast in a pub and on to Bradley’s Spanish Bar where we ended up in a serious makeout. Another six hour date that went perfectly. I was starting to realise this girl adores me and feels lucky to have met me. A ten. Wow. She actually told me that when I kissed her it was the best feeling she’s ever experienced.

Third date was a walk around Camden market in the snow, a few drinks in a bar (the same one I’d gamed the thai barmaid in – I wanted to let Russia preselect me in front of her but unfortunately she wasn’t there) and then an extraction. No f-close even though she desperately wants me to fuck her. She’s angling for the relationship (as am I) so she’s protecting her value. There’s alot more to it than this and I might write about it later.

Current status is she’s gone home for Christmas and is knitting me a sweater with my name on it. She’s fallen head over heels for me and I’m so into her I’m gonna properly date her. The only question is upon which terms?

She knows about the harem and isn’t too enthused by it. She says she understands why I have it and that it’s okay but I’ll need to disband it before we can have a relationship. I’m certain she’s just fronting and will take whatever I offer her but that’s not the point – I’m genuinely thinking I should disband the harem (more on that later in my next post about Skeletor). I’ve actually stopped opening girls while I decide what to do.

I think I have to find closure on the reasons I have my harem. I’ve put lots of work into it and it’s my current mission. My best guess is I’ll knock over four or five girls in the next month and then when Russia comes back I’ll freeze the harem and start dating. I don’t think I’ll be ready for exclusivity until I’ve banged a few more girls.

The fact I’m even considering it makes me feel strange.

NB – I’ve saved all the mails, texts and facebook chats for this one so I have a full trail from the video of the initial pick up to where we are now. I’m holding it back for now.

Calling in more expert help: He-man meets Skeletor – part two

December 21, 2010
krauserpua

So why did my marriage fail?

That’s a long involved question. There’s the version my wife gave me and then there’s what I really think. Without going into huge detail, the woman’s version is that I was too mean, didn’t show enough interest in her, became dull, and that she fell out of love. My version is I betatised and lost most of the qualities that had attracted her in the first place. I focused too hard on being the GQ / Esquire / Hollywood version of a perfect husband and that led me to become boring, home-centred, and to care too much about making the marriage work. I also found her increasingly unattractive as she aged and became masculine through starting a new job and Westernising. There’s alot more to it than this, but they are key trends.

The first six months of 2010 were weird for my game. I was getting lots of dates, lots of attraction, and lots of almost f-closes. Then suddenly in June everything fell into place. Most of that was down to getting my alpha shit together, but there have been lots of outliers that couldn’t be explained by lacking alphaness. I’ve had about a dozen girls crazily attracted this past year, to the point where they’d say things like “before I come out to meet you my heart is beating fast and I’m short of breath” and they’d be super horny. And yet I failed to f-close them and they drifted away, much to my bemusement.

So what gives?

Masculine polarity

At the end of my free one-hour consultation session with Skeletor, as he was packing his notebook away he teased “I think I know what the problem is.” Guess I better sign up for those paid sessions then,…… thing is, he actually delivered.

A week later we had a three-hour sit down in a casino cafe. Mostly he was pumping me with questions. Delving deep into my attitudes on men and women, on my attitudes to sexuality, the relationship my parents have, whether I was popular at school etc. Then after a ciggie break he reflected everything back to me and took me through the theoretical basis.

Now it’s common for overly-enthusiastic reviewers to talk about sessions being “mindblowing” or “shattering my reality”. A teacher can give you a whole new orientation towards the world and open up a panorama of new possibilities.

This one didn’t.

The most helpful takeaway from the whole session was that we actually agreed about 90% on how the sexual marketplace works. It was freakishly similar. We have different models and different priorities but we essentially agreed about what Game is and how to get it. What this told me is I’m on the right track. All that theoretical knowledge I’ve worked on in the past 18 months, all the worldly wisdom I’ve picked up in the past 35 years – nothing Skeletor said invalidated that.

So the session wasn’t too useful, you ask? Fuck no, keep reading. The mindblowing bit was far more subtle. I’d gone into the sessions deciding all my barriers would be down, all the shields turned off, and the phasers set to stun. People who know me know I am an exceptionally open person but also strangely guarded without realising it. I knew Skeletor was going to need a direct unfiltered look into my character to do his work properly. There’s no point trying to hold stuff back or reframing stuff to impress him (and lets be honest, I wanted him to respect me so the temptation to qualify was there).

I was handing him full disclosure in a way no-one but my brother has ever seen before.and hoping he could work some magic. What he did was take pretty much my whole personal history and current sticking points and explain everything as stemming from two character traits, then explained the detail, then explained how to fix it.

That’s mindblowing. Not boom!smash!bang! mindblowing. It was just incredibly perceptive and reductionist. The two traits are:

1. I lack soft dominance
2. I look to the world for external validation of my self image as a high value man [I’ll go into this in the next post – it was mostly from the second paid session]

Soft Dominance
A woman looks to a man to lead her safely through the dangers of a hostile world. He has the ability to impress his will upon the world (rather than the reverse) and build an impregnable fortress within which the woman is safe. This is hard dominance. The woman feels safe and protected both physcially but also in her social status, which becomes attached to the man’s. I do this very well. Bad boys do this too, but they also have fleeting attractiveness that eventually turns the girls away. Why is this?

Girls also crave a garden paradise within the walls of the fortress. A warm beautiful space to express their true character without risk of judgement and to let all their love flow. They need to feel cherished, to feel needed, and to feel romantic connection with their protector. Otherwise the fortress is a prison and the girl feels trapped in her relationship. The analogy we came up with in the session is of a motorcycle helmet; The shell is the hard dominance, the padding is the soft dominance. What happens if one is missing? If the man is a beta pansy the force of a crash impacts upon the padding and kills the woman. If he’s a bad boy there’s just a shell and while the road doesn’t kill the woman, the shell does.

My heart, artist's impression

As we talked about my attitudes it became clear not just that I lacked soft dominance but also why:

  • My father is a spineless beta and now a kitchen bitch. My mother is a confrontational aggressive, barely empathetic shrew. Thus the male-female roles were reversed through much of my upbringing. Don’t get me wrong – my parents have had a successful 40-year marriage, are still in love, and I’m close to them both. But I rebelled against the role reversal and vowed I’d never become a wuss like my father, and never allow a woman to treat me like my mother did my father.
  • Growing up as an intellectually exceptional student but athletically unimpressive, I always tended towards bookish hobbies and developed a sense of physical lacking. In my late teenage I went on an over-compensatory quest to become physically competent that led me into boxing, BJJ, and muay thai. This is now an extremely strong part of my identity. I’m not a wuss.
  • I credited (rightly) much of the success of my relationship with my wife as due to being strongly masculine, aloof and badass. I blamed (rightly) much of the relationship’s collapse to us losing this male-female polarity. Thus I became determined not to be a wuss.

Notice the W-word coming up a lot? I believe many of the softer characteristics of a man’s dealings with women are wussy, and I’m not a wuss. You see the issue? This explains why I missed all those f-closes earlier this year, and why my wife’s complaints during the marriage weren’t simply the rationalisation hamster but actually stemmed from real unmet needs.

Skeletor went on to outline his models and how to work on the soft dominance. I promised him I wouldn’t steal his proprietary material so I won’t go into detail here. The basic principles however are:

  • During the hypnotic scanning phase (usually on a date, in deep rapport) the man is scanning for genetic fit while the woman is scanning for identity. Thus it’s crucial to have the inner game fixed and to drop the mask. This is why routine-based and dishonest game ultimately fails with high esteem women, and why earlier this year I was getting day 2s that went nowhere. I was able to show an attractive mask for the ten minutes of the street pickup but on the Day 2 when we had to actually get to know each other I would either keep the mask on, or let the girl see into an inner game that still had broken pieces jangling around from the divorce. Either way, the girl didn’t connect.
  • Good game is creating a strong identity in alignment with your masculine core, then removing all the barriers that prevent that showing through in your interactions.
  • Men and women can each be characterised according to confidence / competence (men) and beauty / esteem (women). This create a dual hierarchy of 4 types each. Durable relationships occur when the man and woman are from matching types.

It’s surprising how much you can get through in three hours. So far Skeletor is living up to his rep.

Croatia – Another banging hot tall girl

December 14, 2010
krauserpua

Here’s the last of my videos from Croatia where the girl was exactly what I look for. Got another few vids of shorter fatter girls I might post later. There’s not much to say that’s not in the video. She was the fourth leggy girl I opened that afternoon.

0:09 – I had an opener ready but when she nearly choked on her food in surprise, I just ran with that.
0:17 – My usual preframe tease was unnecessary when I heard her accent. Natural game should be flexible, going with what the girl gives you rather than sticking to a script.
0:22 – Jambone wandering around aimlessly rather than videoing from a distance. Again.
0:26 – The first of many playfully challenging statements because she seems amenable to banter and it shows value.
0:57 – Vibing, starting to move the conversation onto her.
1:31 – Finally I need to root the conversation. I’ve already shown value for over a minute so its easy to go direct.
1:36 – I don’t think you’ll care about getting to that class darlin’
2:11 – Retarded shit in vibing, I’m self amusing.
2:25 – I like to tell girls off for being naughty.
2:42 – Playful qualifying on her cultural engagement.
2:48 – Shit test on my age. This is a confident girl who isn’t scared to throw things back at me.
3:03 – Pretty face I say.
3:23 – Hands on hips to show mock outrage. A nice IOI. These are signs that the vibing has reached its goal and I can mix in some investment from her.
3:36 – This is screening from me. I like girls who are smart but don’t get all hoighty-toighty about it. The fact she plays down her education is a sign of high esteem.
3:50 – But just incase she doesn’t pick up on the subtlety, I drop in my education too. I want her to think I’m a smart guy playing the retard, not an actual retard.
4:22 – A variant of the Mystery “beauty is common” principle.
4:54 – Playful qualification and teasing draws another hands-on-hip IOI. She’s emotionally investing.
5:15 – Snip thread and compliment. Push-pull.
5:30 – She gives me an easy in to a DHV.
5:51 – She’s asking about me and forgetting about her lecture. Good stuff.
6:23 – Another challenge.
6:48 – Treating her like a racehorse or showdog.
6:55 – Lead the thread away from generalities and back to her childhood.
7:29 – Projecting the frame that I’m interested but I don’t care if she doesn’t like me.
7:56 – Comfort and rapport. It’s good to tell the girl something about yourself that she can connect with.
9:08 – I’m probably talking a bit too much now but I’m enjoying the conversation.

 

I bang my first drunken Aussie

December 14, 2010
krauserpua

It’s bootcamp night on Friday and I’m not working (I never wing nightgame). Nonetheless there’s seven students and seven instructors so I think it’ll be fun to go out and get drunk while I watch as an interested observer. We hit Camden Town and it’s pretty busy. Before long I can’t help but start opening, passing on a couple of sets to students. I drink a bit more, get into the fun spirit, and decide I want to do a set or two for real.

Next to me are two Australian girls, mid-twenties and about 6s in looks. Not the sort of girls I’d chase down in daygame but they look like they might be fun so I tease the obstacle about her jacket (It’s red and looks a bit like a quilted winter jacket a granny would wear – a bit beatnik) then ease into the set. I’m doing fairly strong douchebag game like I always do when drunk and not much bothered if I lose the set. It hits well. A student comes in to wing and it’s just the usual push-pull for a while. The girls clearly sense my outcome independence cos I really don’t care where it goes, I’m just on autopilot.

I roll off into a takeaway and a student gets the wrong end of the stick (he thinks I need the set held in my absence) and jumps in. I think he’s trying to steal the set and because they’ve just had a lecture on wing rules I tell Burto I’m gonna give him a live lesson. I walk over, say excuse me, and pull my target away. She comes with me. Burto then goes in to explain what I did and why. [I wouldn’t have done this if I was officially winging the bootcamp]

I know the SNL is on so now I just have to build a little comfort and make my intentions clear. The set is already heavily sexualised because I’ve had her twirling for me so I can check out her arse, grabbing her tits etc. As the pub kicks out around midnight I sit on a bar stool, pull her in and while looking in her eyes say “I’ll tell you what I want. I want to fuck you. Tonight.” She nods and says she has to tell her friend.

I enjoy the feeling of sitting against the bar, finishing my drink, watching my girl at a distance tell her friend she’s coming home with me. Then she comes back and we get a taxi back with Lee and his oneitis. There’s no LMR. For reasons unbeknownst to me I decide I should fuck her in the ass and cum on her face, so I do.

Afterwards I am strangely compelled to give her full disclosure about my blog, my company, the bootcamp, and so on. She actually says “I thought so! My friend said you were teaching those guys pick up”. It’s actually fairly obvious when a big bootcamp is on. She’s keen to see some infields and laughs when she sees me doing some of the same things as I did to her. I then give her the Book of Alpha warning talk about the perils of bad boy chasing. The next day I push her out the door. She’s a nice enough girl but we both understood this was a one-nighter.

I bang my first tall 22 yr old half-cast office girl

December 12, 2010
krauserpua

I’m out on Friday night with some old uni friends. They are all coupled up so there’s no sarging going on, just beer and chat. I’m in the mood to get smashed and I’m a few pints to the good when we find ourselves in the Counting House near Bank (that’s in the finance district of the City of London). It’s an old style English pub with bright lights, brass fittings, and full of finance chodes. Not a venue worth sarging in the unlikely event you can even find a woman in it.

Things take a turn towards the interesting because out of the five of us, two are former players who used to do pretty good club game years back before they got coupled up and regressed into chodiness. There’s another guy I’m meeting for the first time who is starting to show interest in game. So naturally conversation turns towards girls. I’m a bit drunk but I think what happens next is this…

Post-booty call, two weeks later

Finally a stand-out girl walks into the bar, with a fat cockblock and two orbiter chodes in tow. She’s about 5’10”, long legged, long straight black hair and very strong features. One of our gang points her out with “is that a tranny?” I look over and think she’s actually pretty hot, if a little high-T. I decide its time for a demo set. Fortunately her group stands nearby so I edge round till I’ve got my back to them then open over the shoulder with a classic opinion opener on the cockblock. Can’t remember what it was, but I’m basically running a douchebag Mystery method.

Obviously the target, HB High-T, wants in on the fun. She’s aggressive, confident and brash. So I neg her, turn my back and ignore her. It’s playful so eventually I let her into the conversation and soon I’m leading the whole group. The two orbiters are soon dick-tucking and letting me tool them though I don’t do it overtly because I don’t like aggressive amogging. Just enough to lead the group. Before long High-T is trying to isolate me by offering to buy a drink. I refuse and insist on paying for my own (this isn’t a tactic – I don’t like strangers buying me drinks). She tries to lead me to Abacus with her group and I refuse, saying I’ll take her to my favourite bar but only her. I join her outside for a smoke and show her pictures of my new girlfriend. She agrees to the bounce then wanders off to shit test me by flirting with some chodes then dragging my friend outside and coming on to him. So I go back to my friends and forget about it for 20 minutes till she comes back. We drink up and move on.

It’s physical in the taxi and I kiss her, then we start to connect in the next bar. A bottle of champagne gets me drunk and she starts crying on me over something or other. I tell her I’m a pickup coach and have a harem. She doesn’t seem to mind. After a few hours we taxi back to her place and she gives me LMR. I persist a little while then roll over and go to sleep.

Next morning I wake up with a sore head and dry throat. She claims she doesn’t have any juice or coffee. We chat for another couple of hours as we lie in bed and then she starts getting horny and can’t keep her hands off me. I hold steady and let her come to me. Finally she’s grabbing my cock so I say “I want to fuck you now.” She says ok. So I do.

The moment I put my cock in I realise I’m feeling extremely hung over and just can’t be bothered with a good session. So I say “I’m tired and it’s Saturday morning so this is gonna be a slow fuck.” She wants it hard so I make a half-arsed effort then roll off after about five minutes. She gives me a look that seems to say “that was ok, but I want more” soI tell her “You should’ve got me some juice”.

We swap numbers and I leave for breakfast at a nearby greasy spoon cafe. I get a strawberry milkshake, white coffee, then beans on toast with a fried egg and two hashbrowns. Lovely.

No photos or videos. I’d put her at a 7.

Calling in more expert help: He-man meets Skeletor Part One

December 12, 2010
krauserpua

I’ve been plateauing of late and it’s mostly expressed itself through a lack of motivation for approaching and dating. I’ve been hitting on girls mostly because I felt compelled to because I’m the guy who hits on girls, not cos I really enjoyed it. After ruminating on this during a few hot baths I decided it’s my inner game issues that need the most work. I’ve been pulling away from what I’d call the “learning stage” of pickup where you force yourself out into the field (taking “right action”) to normalise the act and to bank all of the experience. The stage where you devour ebooks and dvd sets then mechanically apply the lessons in your next sets. This stage, which took me over a year, is absolutely necessary but is robotic and fake. For a few months now I’ve felt like I can drop lots of that stuff and just rely upon my internalised game. The last couple of lays I’ve got came when I just had fun and unselfconsciously did what came natural (after over a year of drilling a new version of natural into me).

 

So, like when I went to Yad earlier in the year, I felt like I was in a transitional phase and needed something new to kick me forwards. The questions now became what do I want and who do I go to. There’s only two people I’ve ever paid cold hard cash to for pick-up instruction: first was the Rock Solid Game bootcamps in 2009, then Yad. This is an industry full of clowns and charlatans. Now that I’m fairly good, the pool of worthy instructors is even smaller.

 

Enter Skeletor.

Advanced game

I had Masters of the Universe action figures when I was a kid. I collected the dark side: BeastMan, MerMan, TrapJaw etc. I thought HeMan and ManAtArms were homo. One of my most treasured childhood memories is when my dad built a homemade Castle Grayskull out of cardboard boxes and did such a good job of it I genuinely preferred it to the official plastic version.

 

So this guy calls himself Skeletor and that seems like a reasonable basis to give him my money.

 

Hang on… Actually, I’d long heard about him and back in summer 2009 when I spent a lot of time on the LSS trying to get “into” the community he was/is the old sage of the forum. The Gandalf / Chomsky / DeepThought if you will. I’d read lots of his posts and then during a LSS free seminar in late 2009 I saw him speak. The material was similar to what Johnny Wisdom had been teaching me but I was impressed mainly with his command of the topic and manner of delivery (I was subsequently to learn he’s a hugely arrogant narcissist – a compliment in my world – and that’s where the self-assurance came from). So, he happens to advertise he’s doing inner game 1-on-1s again at precisely the time I’m looking to take them. Easy.

 

Or not. He’s not cheap and I’m essentially unemployed. Also, while the community is absolutely awash with instructors competing for student’s cash (and thus its a buyers market) the fact is I’d headhunted him as an instructor. Like Yad before him, at this point in my life I wanted his instruction and only his instruction. A self-imposed seller’s market…..

 

So I mail him to say a little about myself and what I want. At this point I’m not  yet sold on him, but sense he’s the right guy for it. I believe the teacher-student relationship is more than just cash and the nature of the topic will involve me revealing a hell of a lot about myself, stuff even my parents don’t know. I know there’s not many students like me about, so that ought to help pique his interest. He replies and sets up a 1 hour free consultation in a cafe. Ahead of time I do some serious introspection to verbalise exactly what it is I want and come up with four specific goals:

  1. Believe 10s are lucky to meet me. No value taking.
  2. Reduce envy of other people’s success.
  3. Balance the drive to open vs the reactive need.
  4. Project solidity and certainty.

I’ll break these down further. Right now I can walk up to a 7 or 8 and absolutely feel deep in my core that she is lucky I chose her and she’ll never meet a guy of my quality again. This means my manner is extremely relaxed and confident. I know I’m giving the value and she senses this. These sets go very well and I can just talk the way I want to. I SNL’d a hot 22 yr old two days ago precisely in this way (blogpost coming soon). However, when I see a girl who is at the pinnacle of female beauty I don’t have the same self-assurance. Look at my last infield with the Croatian at the train-station. She’s a ten (if you had a close up view of her face you’d not dispute it) and very confident. Although the set is ok you can just see little traces of doubt in my manner. Very subtle but enough for a girl to read.

 

Though I’m having way more success than I ever thought possible when getting into game, I’ve noticed I still don’t react to other people’s success stories the way I should. Whether it’s getting my knickers in a twist over Jambone‘s success in Lithuania, or like two weeks ago when the RSG guys went to do a bootcamp in Dublin. They had a great time and Burto fucked some girl in the alleyway behind the pub he’d met her in an hour earlier, Jambone got a few solid numbers from beautiful women, and the students did great. So the boys come piling back into Chateau RSG on a massive high that Sunday evening with their stories of sexual adventure. Intellectually I was genuinely pleased for them. Emotionally, I envied it. Despite the reason for my absence from the bootcamp being that I was in London making a Russian catwalk model fall in love with me (posts to follow, perhaps). Clearly this needs to change.

 

I’ve already mentioned I tend to approach because it’s in my identity to be the guy who approaches. When I see a hot woman walk past me I feel guilty if I don’t open her. Scarcity mentality. What I aspire to is to simply live my life and if I want to meet a new woman and see one, then I open. If those conditions aren’t in place, I simply think about other things – like actually living my normal life. I’ve got a high level skillset now so I don’t need to be trawling Covent Garden every weekend. I’ve got 35 girls in my orbit so I really don’t need new targets.

 

Lastly, I want to improve the masculine vibe I give out. When people talk to Tony T they feel like they’re talking to a statue on Mount Olympus such is the solidity and certainty in his subcommunication. I’m getting there but I want to be closer to it. I don’t think I need to study the body language and non-verbal micro communication. I think I need to organise my frame internally and then all that stuff will take care of itself.

 

Future projection

So this is the challenge I set to Skeletor.  Part Two to follow

Daygame in Croatia – Another high value / high esteem girl

December 9, 2010
krauserpua

Here’s another from Croatia. I’ll try and get round to giving a commentary but I’m a bit backed up with material right now. This girl is fucking beautiful. Decent set but gonna take alot of work to move it forwards.

I guess this set is most noticeable for how I plough and kill momentum because it was tough to do so. I also do more challenging comments than usual.

Twisted Sister vs Good Charlotte

December 8, 2010
krauserpua

I’ve been doing a few youtube comfort routines of late on girls I’ve had back at Chateau RSG. It’s the intellectual / cultural mastery element required for Soul Collection (part four of my Harem Game seminar). A good one is to run the 1980s rock opera playlist while commenting on it’s cultural significance. Oh, what’s that you say? Works best on young non-Western girls who were neither born yet nor from a culture that plays them in discos. Swot up on wikipedia then show them the following videos:

  • Meat Loaf – Bat out of Hell / Paradise By The Dashboard Lights / I’d Do Anything For Love
  • Bonnie Tyler – Total Eclipse of the Heart / Holding Out For a Hero / Have You Ever Seen The Rain
  • Heart – Alone
  • Celine Dion – It’s All Coming Back To Me
  • Meat Loaf and Cher – Dead Ringer For Love

These are real bombastic epics with lyrics full of angst, love lost, adventure sought. Generally ending with the girl pining over the guy she lost or the dangerous alpha she never caught. Great for buying temperature spiking and framing the girl sitting on your couch or lying in your bed. Anyhoo, I spent part of this morning teaching Thai to sing the lyrics to The Firm’s “Star Trekkin” when I happened to compare and contrast these two videos.

Anyone else think they are basically the same song (thematically)?

Middle class teenage angst? Check

Rebellion against authority figures? Check

Don’t wanna grow up and take on the responsibilities of adulthood? Check

A vague sense that society is selling you a path to disatisfaction? Check

A calling to arms? Check

Twisted Sister do it the best. I’ve been singing it all day around the house. And yeah, if you are passionate about this stuff the girl really does like it. BTW, I racked up another SNL on Friday – I’ll post about it soon.

The most preposterous false rape claim I’ve heard yet

December 6, 2010
krauserpua

Ferdinand Bardamu over at In Mala Fide is trying to get the Manosphere behind Julian Assange as he battles not just the despicable femcunts who are trying to throw him in jail simply because he’s a beta male, but also the shady machinations of government who would like to see Wikileaks destroyed.

I fully support FB in this. I fully support Julian Assange.

The short story is this: a man-hating revenge junkie feminist cunt and her friend, a slacky-fannied groupie slut both willingly jumped his bones when he was visiting Sweden for a lecture. Due to whatever deranged shit goes on inside feminist minds they got all menstrual about him moving on to better things and then decided to take him down (well, being women and feminists they obviously got white knight manginas to do the actual work. A legal case of “lets you and him fight“). By fabricating a ludicrous charge of rape. Make no mistake – this is feminism in its purest form. The long story is here:

Part one

Part two

Part three

These bitches are trying to send an innocent man to prison for years. They are trying to ruin his life. Gleefully trying. These cunts deserve to be fucking destroyed. Anna Ardin and Sofia Wilén should be nailed to a fucking cross (metaphorically speaking) and jailed for just as long as the average actual rapist gets and every mangina and every fembot involved in pushing this bullshit case forward should be disgraced and thrown into the street to get a real job.

I don’t usually get bothered by feminists these days but every now and then I’m reminded of the pure evil they have wrought upon our world and their singled-minded destruction of everything that is great about Western civilisation. These two femcunts are at the extreme end of the spectrum.

Female readers – if you ever wonder why men won’t give up seats for you on the train anymore, why they pump and dump you after an alcohol-fuelled tryst, or why so many beta males carry so much anger and misogyny inside them – here’s your answer. It’s because your mothers stood by and let the feminists create a culture that tolerates this. It’s because you stand by and take the benefits even if you don’t actively cause the damage. Make no mistake – feminism is your enemy too. Feminism is the enemy of every young fertile woman who wants to meet a nice guy and marry him. Feminism is the enemy of every mother who is raising a son and wants him to live happily. Feminism is the enemy of every woman who wants to live in a civilised country with safe streets, modern transport, and modern conveniences.

If these ideas are new to you and you can’t see the causal connection between feminism and our dying culture, read this. It’s the best article available and it’ll blow your mind.

Think about that next time some mousey haired, infertile over-the-hill angy fembot is teaching Womyn’s Studies at your University. Think about the vile hate she is spewing from her taxpayer-funded seat of privelege (paid for by the beta males she denounces, of course). Think about this before you witter on about “patriarchy” in a bar when men are present. Cos if you witter on in front of me I’m going to kick you in the cunt.

Normal service will be resumed tomorrow, and I’ll return to regalling you dear readers with my sexual hijinks.

Daygame in Croatia: A Krauser 10

December 4, 2010
krauserpua

Here’s a vid of a girl who ticks every box for me. I’m sitting in a cafe with Jambone and she glides past. We’ve been talking about what we like in women. I say “that there is my ten”. “Open her then” he says. This is how it goes. She’s on facebook for Long Game now and it’s looking promising.

I’ll add some commentary soon. Gotta rush out for a bootcamp now…. for now you guys can fill the comments with why she’s not a real ten. C’mon, give me some solid IMS (internet male syndrome).