A Broken Clock Is Right Twice A Day

The Red Quest wrote a great article a couple of days ago, it’s titled, The Most Stridently Asserted Opinions Will Disappear Down The Memory Hole. It’s a great read and it got me to thinking…

I wrote about Time Wasters a few weeks ago and in it I mentioned that one of my huge “battles” is trying to ascertain if someone is saying something that I simply disagree with, but otherwise they have some valid information and they make valid points, or are they shitting the bed more often than not, i.e. they are time wasters. Red Quest, whether he knows it or not, gave me another piece of the puzzle that I have been trying to solve, and for that I thank you, Red Quest.

In his article, like the title, he mentions that the most stridently asserted opinions will disappear down the memory hole. In our age of ADHD technology, it’s real easy to say something with absolute conviction, knowing that you have God and “ScIeNcE!” on your side, get your likes, your shares, and your retweets, and then not even three months later, have your assertion proven false, and yet you’re able to move right on to the next absolute conviction without blinking an eye, and no one calls you out on it because that proven false assertion has already been forgotten. This is what I call “Shitting The Bed.”

Red Quest asks the question: “What are they (“they” being whoever is running their mouth at the moment) stridently asserting today? Should we believe it? Why?”

He goes on: “I haven’t seen any of the voice who were confidently and wrongly asserting this thing or that thing, talk about how they were wrong, why they were wrong, and most importantly what will change in the future.” (Emphasis mine.)

Red Quest continues: “Internet memories are very short, even shorter than tweets. When you see people, or a group of people, be wildly wrong, that should affect how you think of them in other topics. Someone can be right in one domain and wrong in another, but being totally wrong in one domain should make us question what’s happening in others.” (Emphasis mine.)

Red Quest goes on to talk about the how’s, the what’s, and the why’s of what is going on here and I’ll leave it to you the Reader to continue down his rabbit hole if you so desire. I highly encourage you to do so, it’s a thought provoking read and it definitely made me think.

When I see someone shit the bed, especially if they do it more than a couple of times, and then they move on like nothing happened, and they don’t back up and say something like, “Ooops! My bad! I fucked the dog on this one!” and then hopefully they do more due diligence on the next go around, I have to consider them Time Wasters.

An occasional shitting of the bed is excusable because we are all humans, make mistakes, and are prone to errors. We all have egos to protect, and I get that. But to continue doubling down on something that is clearly in error, or to move on to something else with that same bravado and certainty is going to make me stop, raise an eyebrow, and question what is going on here. I’m going to start looking for patterns and if and when I find them, I’m going to act accordingly.

If a guy shits the bed on one subject one time, no harm, no foul. If he continues shitting the bed on the same subject, or better yet, he moves on to another subject entirely and shits the bed there, it’s time to question why you are listening to this guy.

A broken clock is right twice a day.

Sometimes someone gets lucky and guesses something right. Sometimes they know something about a certain topic and they are correct, that doesn’t mean they know their ass from their elbow when it comes to some other topic.

Sure he got something right, but even a broken clock is right twice a day.

This is the obstacle I encounter now. Not just learning new things, but trying to ascertain if the individual or group or entity is shitting the bed. Are they broken clocks? Or do they actually know what they are talking about?

I don’t have an easy answer because there are no easy answers. The only thing that I have found that has worked for me is making a conscious effort to remember, to not let stridently asserted opinions disappear down the memory hole. And while the internet never forgets, we do. It’s upon us to remember, to do the digging, to do the research, and in my opinion, call out and remind those that shit the bed, that they indeed, did shit the bed. Not as a punishment or shaming tactic, because they most likely aren’t going to listen to what you are saying anyways, but to serve as a warning to others who happen to go down that rabbit hole that you ventured into.

It is upon us to figure out who are Time Wasters and who are not.

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One Key Step To Not Giving A Fuck.

I have a confession to make.

I’m not on Reddit. I don’t even have an account.

When I first found this “space,” this thing that we call the Red Pill, and when I found what we love to hate to call the “Manosphere,” I didn’t find it on Reddit. I just remember being miserable and typing in some search terms in our favorite Oracle and I ended up sifting through a lot of stuff and I landed at Rollo’s blog.

From there I ended up on Twitter and fast forward to today, here I am and here we are.

For the last few years I had heard about the Red Pill subreddit and I had browsed it from time to time. Most of it today is chaotic and a lot of the material has already been done to death and it seems to me at least, that the spergs have taken over.

However there are a few voices on Twitter that originated or at least have a major presence on Reddit. Rian Stone and Rule Zero Dad (aka Chest Rockwell – The Passionate Man) come to mind. Both have been contributors to the Red Pill Reddit and in recent times, Rian in particular has been going over the basics and the fundamentals in a series called The Red Pill Sidebar. It’s a great watch, for new guys and guys who have been around for awhile, but need a refresher every now and then. I highly recommend you guys check this stuff out.

It was the Red Pill Sidebar that interested me. I could get past a lot of bullshit and nonsense and get down to the nitty gritty. I could find things that made sense and in my own way, I could figure out what was going on and how to apply it to my own life without the peanut gallery throwing their .02 at me. Basically I was on the hunt, looking for nuggets.

Nuggets are those little take-aways, those “ah ha’s!” that I seek. Those little tidbits of wisdom and insight. While the sidebar has a lot of the “big stuff” in there, stuff that we all know and love and just take as “of course,” there are little, lesser known nuggets in there as well.

I found one of those lesser known and talked about nuggets, and for me, I can’t believe that it isn’t talked about more in “our space.” I believe this little nugget is in fact, huge. Without it, most of the other stuff isn’t going to matter or “work” for you.

That little nugget was way down the sidebar, almost to the very end, almost as an afterthought.

And it was labeled: One Key Step to Not Giving a Fuck.

It’s also known as: The Guide To Accepting Yourself (even when women don’t.)

Here’s the nugget:

“People who don’t care if they get ass…get more ass than you.

People with shitty bodies who don’t give a fuck…get more ass than you.

People who truly have zero ambition and are ok with that…get more ass than you.”

I know I ain’t shit, and that’s okay. I’m below average in height. I’m bald. I don’t have the straightest teeth on the planet. I’m not ripped, jacked, or shredded. I work for “the man,” and I have no ambitions to become CEO or to become an entrepreneur. I’m an average writer. My YouTube videos are pretty average too. I don’t have a “voice for radio.” And I don’t care.

For all the talk about having to be perfect to bang the ladies, I’m not perfect. I’m far from it. But I’ll bet I get more ass than you. That’s not a brag, a flex, or a boast. I’m not better than you. I just don’t care. I don’t care about any of the bullshit that you care about. I don’t care that I’m short. I don’t care that I’m bald. I don’t care that I’m not ripped/shredded/jacked. Could I do even better with my chances with women if I got in super shape? Probably. But I don’t care. I’m happy with the results that I do get. I have more opportunities than I will ever get through in this lifetime so I’m good.

I found a book on Amazon awhile ago, it’s called:

“The Tao of Steve: 3 Simple Rules of Seduction”

In this book, there are only 3 “Rules” and they are:

1. Be Desireless

2. Be Excellent

3. Be Gone

I love taking stuff and instead of having to break it down into its molecular components, I can “chunk up” and put it into something that is memorable and useful to me.

Being Desireless is Not Giving A Fuck. It’s simply you having a conversation with a woman without regards to the outcome. Do you want to fuck her? Sure you do. But you don’t care if you do. It’s outcome independence. You don’t care if it happens or not. You don’t care if she likes you or not. If she won’t, someone else will.

There’s always another woman.

That’s one of my beliefs or “mantras.” There’s always another woman. I may not meet her in the next five minutes or the next five days, or even in the next five weeks, but I will meet her eventually. And I end up doing just that. So why get hung up over any one particular woman? Why worry about it?

Every woman I meet and end up having any sort of relationship with is special to me. She brings her unique perspective and her outlook and experiences to my life. I learn something from every woman that shows up for me. At the same time, if they go, or I tell them to leave, another one will show up. They always do. This is why I don’t care. This is why I don’t give a fuck. This is why I don’t worry about the details that really don’t matter that you guys get hung up on.

Give that sidebar link a read. Absorb it. Internalize it. You won’t regret it.

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Female Orgasms and “The Squirt.”

Clearly he’s never given a woman one.

The stupidity never ceases to amaze me. Every time I think I’ve seen it all, some dipshit comes along and proves me wrong. I guess stupid truly knows no bounds.

I can remember when I was much younger than I am today and I heard about women having orgasms. I can also remember hearing, and eventually seeing, a woman “squirt.” The first time I ever saw a woman squirt was in some porno video. Back then I wondered, “Is that fucking real? Or is it staged? Or god-forbid, is she peeing?”

Turns out the “squirt” is real. 2006 was the year that I found that out firsthand. I met a woman, I’ll call her “Cindy.” Cindy was a “squirter.” I didn’t know that until I took her home after having a couple of drinks at the local bar with her. We ended up in bed and as I’m penetrating her, she happens to mention that she may or may not squirt. Turns out she squirted. And then she squirted again. She squirted enough times that the sheets and the mattress were soaked. According to her, my dick was hitting her “just right.”

The first couple of times we had sex and she squirted, I’m not going to lie, it was an ego boost. I was “the man.” I could make this woman soak the bed just by thrusting in her.

After a couple of weeks though, the novelty of the “squirt” wore off, at least for me. I got tired of having to change my sheets every single time we had sex. I got tired of using towels to hopefully absorb some of her juice and spare my mattress. The towels weren’t enough and I was running out of them unless I wanted to wash a load of towels every time we had sex.

I also had to strip the bed down and let the mattress air dry. I don’t know now and I didn’t know then, but I didn’t want to take a chance on the mattress developing mold or mildew. Sleep was pretty much not an option as the majority of the bed was one big “wet spot.”

Cindy and I parted ways a couple of months later and my bed and my dick breathed a sigh of relief. Fucking a woman who squirts tends to mess with her natural lubricant and any artificial lubricant that you might use. It’s sort of like fucking in a pool or a hot tub but without the excitement of those particular water environments. There’s been times in my life where instead of premature ejaculation, I would have to worry about not coming. Having a woman squirt and shake and rattle and roll fucks up the rhythm and it can fuck up the sensitivity, at least for my cock, and then me coming is pretty much not going to happen.

It wasn’t until 2019 that I encountered another squirter, or at least one who squirted regularly. She loved what I could do to her body and I guess that our parts lined up perfectly to get her to squirt from penetration. Same thing happened as before. Soaked sheets, soaked towels, soaked mattress. Same loss of sensitivity and lack of ejaculations for me as well.

Now when I meet a woman who claims that she’s a “squirter,” I take pause. Do I really want to go through the mess and hassle of that again? Now I would be inclined to want to sleep with her at her own place or maybe a hotel/motel or something. That way I don’t have to clean up the mess and air shit out, that’s someone else’s problem.

The guy in the screen shot is naive or is a rank amateur at best. Saying that the female orgasm is a myth is false. Never mind squirting, which is another phenomenon altogether, but I have felt women orgasm. I’ve felt it on my hands, my face, and on my cock. I think it would be extremely hard to fake an actual orgasm. The throbbing and pulsing isn’t something that I think you can control. A woman may fake groans, moans, and even thrashing around, but that throb that happens inside her body? I don’t think she could fake that.

The look of ecstasy and longing in her eyes, the smile on her face, and at least in my experience, the giggling and laughing that usually accompany an orgasm is pretty hard to fake as well.

The female orgasm isn’t a myth, it’s real. So is squirting. Be careful who you listen to and what you read. There’s a lot of nonsense and bullshit out there.

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