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The Dark Side Of Alpha

Sep 10th, 2008 by

Pedro Espinoza, the illegal alien murderer of Jamiel Shaw, was dropped off at the killing location by his girlfriend:

A woman testified Wednesday that she drove the alleged killer of a high-school football star to the victim’s street at the time of the shooting and heard a gunshot after her friend got out the car to run an errand.

Yisenia Sanchez said she did not see her friend [editor’s note: by “friend”, she means a guy who has fucked her in the ass], Pedro Espinoza, 19, fire a gun or see whether anyone was shot, but said soon after Espinoza got out the car, a shot sounded, then he came running back in an agitated state.

I’m sure after he breathlessly relayed the details of his dirty deed to his secretly admiring girlfriend, she scolded him for his evil while her wet vagina belied the words coming out of her mouth. Later that night, Pedro got some, and shot a load into her happy face.

Here is a fact for those of you still laboring under the rapidly withering illusion that women are the fairer sex with superior moral guiding principles and emotional intelligence: There are many MANY MANY more young, cute women willing to fuck the likes of Pedro Espinoza, Alpha Killer, than the guy who avoids brushes with the law, dutifully goes to his 9 to 5 McJob, and saves money for the future purchase of a home to start a family.

This is a question for my female readers. What do you feel, at a gut level, when you know that more of your kind go for guys like this:

18th street gang coming soon to all the other street numbers.

18th street gang coming soon to all the other street numbers.

than for guys like this:

"maybe if i learned how to shoot computers instead of build them."

“maybe if i learned how to shoot computers instead of build them.”

I can already hear the protestations to the contrary. ”Yeah, but only low class girls go for cold-blooded killers and criminal filth like Espinoza.”

From a penis’s perspective, what is the difference between a low class young, cute girl and a high class young, cute girl?

Answer: Nothing.

Marriage and the attendant class considerations are end game, not start game. Sexual attraction must come first, and a woman’s social, economic, and educational status have nothing to do with that. A girl’s class is irrelevant to her ability to excite a man. For every thug complaining that all he bangs are whores as he facefucks his girlfriend and her sister, there are a hundred betas complaining that they can’t bang anything at all.

I’m glad to see men are reawakening to the reality of women’s depraved animal natures.

Posted in Alpha, The Id Monster | 134 Comments »

Alpha Or Beta?

Sep 10th, 2008 by

Commenter Ba1anced left a link to a video of an Indian game show. Check out all the betas stampeding to protect this woman’s “honor” after she rightfully gets slapped in return for slapping one of the contestants. And watch how she lingers around expecting massive beta mobilization on her behalf.

I’m with Sean Connery on this matter. A woman needs an occasional slap when she gets out of line to remind her of the real man she fell in love with. If a woman slapped me I would grind a half grapefruit into her face.

Verdict:

Alpha = contestant.

Beta = the entire production crew.

Posted in Alpha, Beta, Videos | 72 Comments »

Better Than

Sep 9th, 2008 by

Alpha male > alpha female > beta female > beta male

30 year old bartender > 60 year old CEO > 30 year old computer nerd

Puppy > magic trick > palm reading > trendy shirt > showing up

Quality girl > slut > frigid ice queen

Sex with Bar Refaeli > sex with Bar Refaeli sexbot > sex with a 7 > sex with a 7 sexbot > sex with a 6 > masturbation > sex with the rest

Red wine > white wine

Barely Legal > Youporn > cumpilations > SI swimsuit issue > tubgirl

Charismatic alpha > asshole > gentleman > niceguy > morbidly obese loner

Sports star with no game > pickup artist > average guy with game > average guy with no game

Sex addict meeting > house party > bar > street > club > work > NAAFA mixer

Cheating man > cheating woman

Abortion > ward of the state

Voluntary formal eugenics > informal eugenics as currently practiced

For men: Fame > game > wealth > sense of humor > looks

For women: Looks >>> everything else

Thursdays > Saturdays

Multiple long term relationships > single relationship spiced with flings > monogamous relationship with quality girl > serial flings > one night stands > monogamous relationship with girl you don’t love > death > celibacy > marriage to a warpig

Not lying for sex > lying for sex > lying for relationship > lying for no sex > not lying for no sex

Indirect game >= direct game

Raw dog > blowjob > condom > blowjob with condom > couch crease > warpig crease

Big real tits > small real tits > fake big tits > no tits

Whore > golddigger > ex-wife

Maxims > blind faith

Me + perfect woman > perfect woman

Sex with love > sex with no love > no love with no sex > love with no sex

Posted in The Good Life, The Pleasure Principle, Ugly Truths | 121 Comments »

Flip-Flop Game

Sep 8th, 2008 by

I was at a bar with Bang author and noted flip-flop hater Roosh when he spotted a girl wearing the lamest flip-flops ever; the kind you might see in the discount bin at Wal-Mart. He pointed at her flip-flops and made a disgusted face and said something like “Oh, come on!”. She looked offended and said “What?!”

Off to the races!

For the next half hour we barraged bantered back and forth with her about her flip flop faux pas.

“Why would you put all that effort into doing your hair and makeup and dressing nice only to ruin it with flip-flops.”
“In our parents’ generation, women would wear high heels TO THE BEACH. Women have changed for the worse.”
“Flip-flops say ‘I’m not even trying’. No guy takes a girl seriously who can shove her feet into footwear with her eyes closed and the lights off.”

On and on it went. You’d think she would come to hate us, but it was clear by the shine in her eyes that her loins were burning hotter. In order to not make it too personal, Roosh reminded her she wasn’t the sole object of our derision.

“Not to single you out or anything, because I notice this with a lot of women in DC…”

She started qualifying herself.

“I have flip-flops at home with a strap around the heel! Are those OK?”

Then she was put on the defensive as we pointed out acceptable footwear on other girls.

“See, look at her. Now those are nice shoes and shows she cares about the feelings of men.”

This was really a tour de force. I enjoyed the spectacle. At the end she was practically begging to be picked up. I concluded that flip-flop game would work as a solid opener and attraction builder as it hit on many major themes — reversing the chooser frame, qualifying the girl, situational awareness, screening, cocky funny, and most importantly… NOT DOING WHAT EVERY OTHER BORING BETA DOES.

It doesn’t need to be only flip-flops. Choose any fashion statement that bugs you. Personally, I disapprove of hoop earrings. If you go in strong and assured in your opinion, you can rattle any girl into defending herself and seeking — no, yearning for — your approval. The trick is to avoid insulting her gratuitously; you want to frame it like you were in the middle of pondering the general state of the culture.

Why does this antagonistic game press women’s attraction buttons so powerfully? One reason: It’s different. Being the alpha male means standing out from the hordes of nobodies. Another reason: It subcommunicates that you are successful with women. And a man who is successful with women will give her sons who are also successful with women, increasing the odds that her genes will be passed on in greater number. She feels on a deep reptilian level “Wow, if he can be so brazen with me he must get all the pussy he needs. He has no fear risking my displeasure. I’m attracted!”.

Finally, any opener that you enjoy delivering, and any conversation that is fun to you, will necessarily work better. It almost doesn’t matter if you’re borderline insulting to the girl; if she sees you are completely comfortable, smiling, and passionate about your topic of choice, she’ll get caught up in the moment, relishing the fun vibe you are bringing to her night, even if it means she goes home and immediately throws out her entire flip-flop collection.

Posted in Game | 61 Comments »

Brush With Humanity

Sep 7th, 2008 by

This short video was shot at a local German restaurant specializing in a delicious variety of sausages. The woman playing the piano struck me as incredibly ugly. Later, I discovered she was blind when a small child walked up and requested a song — she didn’t look at him but only cocked her ear in his direction and smiled. My lovely guests were emotionally moved.

Listen carefully to the video, particularly toward the end. You will hear her sing with a beautiful lilting voice. The incongruence reminded me of the power of contrast and pleasant surprises. You would do well to keep that lesson in mind in your interactions with women.

Posted in Inner Beauty, The Big City Life, Videos | 45 Comments »

Sarah Palin’s Masculine Digit Ratio

Sep 6th, 2008 by

I mentioned in the comments over at Half Sigma’s blog that if the rumors of Sarah Palin’s adultery were true it wouldn’t surprise me since she has a masculine jawline which suggests higher levels of testosterone than the average woman. More testosterone means more sexual impulsivity. Curious, I looked for a photo that would show her index finger to ring finger digit ratio. Here’s the clearest one I could find:

looking like a woman, feeling like a man.

looking like a woman, feeling like a man.

The evidence is in — her right hand’s ring finger is considerably longer than her index finger. Sarah Palin was exposed to higher than normal amounts of testosterone in her mother’s womb. This would go a long way to explaining her love of non-metrosexual alpha men, caribou hunting, moose dressing, shooting, tattoos, having lots of sex, crushing her enemies, and her meteoric rise to the top of the manly world of Alaska politics. Bristol Palin probably inherited her mother’s strong libido.

Personally, I like Sarah Palin, mostly because her mere existence drives SWPLs crazy with hate. I wouldn’t be attracted to her as girlfriend material, though. I prefer my women sweet, girly and feminine, not hard-driving and bloodthirsty. I would be suspicious if a girl I was dating told me she liked hunting or wanted to run for public office.

PS: This will be my last post on Sarah Palin. She embodies a lot of modern cultural and psychosocial baggage which is why I’ve been writing about her. I won’t write much about politics until election day. Our prediction: Obama by fewer than 100,000 total votes. The red blue electoral map will look nearly identical to the previous two elections. Same old same old… for now. Reconquista!

Posted in Biomechanics is God, Current Events | 66 Comments »

Levi Johnston: Blockhead

Sep 5th, 2008 by

I would have liked to have been a fly on the wall when the Palin family confronted Levi (pronounced like Levi Genes, or “When the Levee Condom Breaks”?) about his knocking up their young but sexually ripe daughter. Did Todd Palin threaten to have him ostracized from their Alaskan town, thereby dimming his job prospects there, if he didn’t act like he was ready to marry Bristol? Or even better did he stick a shotgun in his face? Did Sarah have dirt on the kid that could get him in trouble with the law? Did Bristol entice him with daily blowjobs if he promised to be her “steady”?

Or was Bristol the one dragging her feet? Rumor has it Sarah tried to coerce persuade Bristol to marry Levi once the pregnancy became known, but the girl would have none of it.

And was the A-word mentioned at all? When Bristol found out did she even contemplate getting an abortion? “Mama don’t preach, I’m in trouble deep… I’m ‘bortin’ my baaaabyyyy… yeah…” Did Sarah go all mommie dearest on her? “What did I say about abortion!? NO… WIRE… HANGERS!!!” Or did she read her a Bible quote followed by a tearful group family hug and that was that?

This guy Levi seems like a real stupido. I guess when your life is drinking, playing hockey, fucking shit up, and tagging famous ass, you don’t have mental room to remember to put on a condom. On the other hand, he may have assumed that a girl like Bristol, daughter of the governor, would never allow a pregnancy to go to full term. Big mistake. He should have vetted Sarah better before raw dogging Bristol.

I can tell you that at 18 if I accidentally impregnated some chick with the anti-christ I would first gently and compassionately ask her to get an abortion. If she refused, I would ask again, this time dropping the gentleness and compassion. Then I would remind her of the horrors that await single motherhood and the poor life prospects of her fatherless child, being sure to drive home in exquisite detail what jail life will be like for our son and how many loads of jizz our stripper daughter would swallow. If she still didn’t comply, I would transfer my assets to overseas banks and hightail it out of the country.

Man, if McCain/Palin win the election, the next four years will be very entertaining. The country’s already finished; may as well go out with a flourish.

Posted in Current Events, Escape, Tool Time | 61 Comments »

Who Is Smarter?

Sep 5th, 2008 by

Exhibit A:

Is it smarter to spend $20K on an engagement ring or just get your fiancee’s name tattooed on your ring finger?

tattoos are forever.

tattoos are forever.

Exhibit B:

Is it smarter to get knocked up at 17 with many more years of fertility and tight vagina left, or spend $28K a month on fertility treatments at the age of 42 in hopes of giving your rich mother a long shot at one non-downs syndrome grandchild?

the touching end of a genetic line.

the touching end of a genetic line.

one and counting...

one and counting…

Maybe these lower middle class proles aren’t as dumb as yuppie ironic hipster SWPLs believe. Levi saves $20K by not supporting the diamond cartel and can probably scrounge up enough money working the oil fields to buy a starter home in the wide open spaces of Alaska for his new family before he hits drinking age. He could glorify his genetic heritage with ten more kids by the time Bristol reaches 30, still looking good.

Meantime, Martha Stewart’s haggard 42 year old divorced upper class careerist daughter cries herself to sleep at night in the gravity boots hoping the intracytoplasmic sperm injection will find a garbage egg still clinging to usefulness and insert itself in romantic union. She probably haughtily scoffed at Bristol’s teen pregnancy and “low class” lifestyle.

Ask yourselves — who is really smarter? Whose lifestyle would you prefer? When you wake up in the middle of the night, divorced, childless, with nothing but memories of your wild sexcapades, your Pier 1 furnishings, and your color-coordinated cat to keep you company, and you feel a chill go down your spine and the hair rise on the back of your neck not knowing why, ask yourself my leetle questions once again and see if maybe… just maybe…
you had it all wrong.

Posted in Culture, Funny/Lolblogs, Hitting The Wall, Self-aggrandizement | 226 Comments »

Hope Announces She Will Not Be A Cat Lady

Sep 5th, 2008 by

Hope has just delivered some semi-big news:

Not one to be Sarah Palining this and hiding it…

I just got a positive reading on my home pregnancy test.

If everything goes well, a great alpha name for the kid is Poonhound. It is the name of the beast. 😈

If it’s a girl, try Trinity.

Posted in Closing the Deal | 43 Comments »

Roissy Takes On Sarah Palin – Tenderly

Sep 4th, 2008 by

Sarah Palin has been in the news lately so I’ve decided to give it the Roissy treatment — one long kiss on the neck and an ass cheek squeeze.

She’s a palinpsest — people see reflected in her their particular American narrative. Why has she commanded so much attention? Because in her life, her mannerisms, her morals, and her views she is the embodiment of everything evil or everything good. Her existence alone reignites the culture wars.

VPILF

VPILF

In general, liberal white men are more effete than conservative white men. This has been my observation. I can tell with 80% accuracy whether a male caller to a radio talk show is liberal or conservative just based on the tone of his voice. Liberal — mellifluous, sing-songy, whiny, high-pitched. Conservative — baritone, even, throaty, resonant. Sarah Palin drives the point home even further. Her ability to field dress a moose in waist-deep snow strikes at the sissified soul of the simpering suckass conformist and makes him lash out like a stuck piglet.

But Sarah Palin’s worst enemy is not the mincing liberal betaboy, oh no. It’s the childless, career-tracked, urban slut machine, government-as-daddy-and-husband-substitute, spinsterette. Palin shits grizzly-sized dung all over that lifestyle with her outdoorsiness, large brood, and prole tastes. The thing about her they really can’t swallow are her FIVE kids. There’s no better way to remind a hip clubgoing single chick in the city who loves to travel and sip pinot noir of her impending infertility and genetic obsolescence than with the image of a woman who’s chosen not to ignore her biological imperative in favor of playing the field indefinitely.

Palin makes blue state SWPLs nervous because she is the chill up their spines that they are being outbred into insignificance.

I’d bang Palin for the notoriety, but that’s about it. I prefer more feminine women for lovemaking.

If the rumors are true that Palin cheated on her alpha husband, I wouldn’t be surprised. She has a manly jawline, indicating high levels of testosterone which would make her more inclined to impulsive sexuality.

Race, sex, class. Who didn’t see an American trifecta election like this eventually bubbling to the surface like an evil geothermal vent?

Levi Johnston = John Edwards. Money doesn’t buy common sense to pull out. Class stops at the zipper.

The mainstream media has lost all credibility. Journalists are now no better than janitors. In fact, they’re worse — at least janitors know their place.

The merciful and morally right thing for Palin to do would have been to abort the Downs fetus. She is not to be lauded for keeping this genetic reject when we have the technology to prevent the suffering this child will endure his whole life. As I said in my Why I Love Abortion post and which Alias Clio said was the most immoral thing I ever wrote:

With constantly improving embryonic screening techniques for genetic or physical abnormalities, our gloriously abortifacient new world offers women and the men who love them the opportunity to prevent the misery and suffering of the doomed. For what could be more cruel than knowingly bringing to life a soul trapped in a twisted body or a stunted mind, wracked with pain and shame and exposed to a lifetime of horrible torment as objects of his affection forever elude him, his heart never to pulse with requited romantic love. I have nothing but seething hatred for those parents who willingly allow the births of babies with torturous afflictions.

Sarah Palin would not have to keep calling her Downs baby “perfection” if the baby was, indeed, perfect. The pretty lies we tell ourselves to keep the demons away…

Prole tastes and hobbies are mockable. As are SWPL tastes and hobbies. At least the proles seem to be enjoying themselves.

Bristol Palin is hot enough to bang at 9 months.

Sarah Palin is hotter than McCain’s wife. He knows this.

This was a good pick by McCain. How do I know? The opposition went completely insane.

There is no point to voting. When was the last time a national election was decided by one vote?

I could run this country better than any of the four candidates. But I’d rather be a heartbeat away from poolside.

Posted in Culture, Current Events | 83 Comments »

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