Rob will probably throw me off his blog after smearing it with Jordan Peterson’s advice, but before you do, hear me out.

“If you’re harmless you’re not virtuous, you’re just harmless, you’re like a rabbit…. If you’re a monster and you don’t act monstrously, then you’re virtuous.” -Jordan Peterson

This is one of if now my favorite quotes by Peterson and OF COURSE most overlooked by his pansy followers.

I know a lot of guys who look up to Peterson, but don’t go farther then self satisfyingly clean their own room, wash their dick and pet a cat every time they encounter one on the streets. Every now and then they lift as well.

But they are still rabbits.

Maybe clean, orderly and buff rabbits, but rabbits nonetheless. 

“Bodybuilders are pussies!” – Andrew Tate

Now that’s 2 people Rob isn’t very fond of, can I make it to a third?

But ole buddy, ole pal Andrew was right. Just because you lift iron doesn’t make you capable.

It makes you strong, though since my trip to Portugal I am willing to argue that, but it doesn’t make you weak and it does improve your overall physique, posture and overall state of mind.

But positivity never defended the castle.

What defended the castle was an ability and willingness to go medieval on someone.

Not to enjoy it persé but to be ABLE to.

To go nuclear on anyone who dares to threaten and eventually harm what had been built up or even worse someone’s loved one’s.

To have that capability, that edge.

But most of Peterson’s fanbase doesn’t have it. They’re buff rabbits on the course of virtue and  goodness telling themselves “I’m not like that” when introduced to the possibility of taken up a kickboxing class cause “I might get hurt!”

Which is exactly the point, but in that pain there is a learning experience. You learn to defend, but also to attack.

“But I don’t like to attack. I’m not violent”

Neither am I, dipshit, but I am capable of violence. Which is all one needs.

If you are truly wanting and willing to be a well rounded individual who can protect his family and friends from harm you must learn to be capable of violence.

For as Machiavelli once stated:

“He who is good will suffer under those who are not so good”

PHILOSOPHICAL QUOTE! THAT’S THREE!

I’m OUT!

In all seriousness though.

Learn to box, be capable of violence and not violent.

I recommend Jon Fitch on Youtube if you want to get a taste and otherwise go to a local kickboxing dojo and take a class.

“I’d rather be a soldier in a garden than a gardener in a war.” – Ancient proverb.

Sorry Rob, I had to get that quote in there.

It’s fun to listen to the guys I work with when I’m riding around with them. It’s fun to talk about women (wahmen for you unhappy folks) and relationships. It’s fun to hear their points of view. It’s fun to watch a guy, not on the internet, but in real life, step on his own dick. Chest Rockwell said it a while ago (and I’m paraphrasing heavily here, apologies, Chest) “All of your knowledge of women is in the abstract.”

It’s fun to watch an early 40-something year old dude squash his own nuts.

What’s even more fun is to show, not tell, not explain, how I view women. It’s fun to see lightbulbs’ go on in his head as he starts to make connections to things that he hasn’t thought about before.

Here’s an example:

“Chris”: I don’t want to “just have sex with a woman, I need a connection to her.”

Me, in my head: (Where have I heard this before? Why is this so familiar? What does this sound like? Who usually says this stuff?)

Me: “You don’t have to commit to them, you don’t have to fuck them, you don’t have to marry them, just enjoy them. Date them.”

“Chris”: “Well, she’s got ABC, and she doesn’t have XYZ.”

Me: “Yeah? So? What did I just say to you?”

And then we got out of the truck, started unloading our equipment, and I saw a woman, whom I would never marry or commit to, but I opened her anyway. Why? Because I would bang her, given a chance. But that’s me.

“Chris” nearly shit himself watching me teasing this total stranger, and she was enjoying it. Did I “get the digits?” Nope. Did it go anywhere? Nope. Did I get laid? Nope. Does it matter? It does not.

All day long we would drive around, doing our jobs and scoping out wandering and walking women. All day long, “Chris” would disqualify her for “reasons.” On the other hand, I would say she was “good enough, would bang.”

All day long, he would pull out his “list” of exclusions. All day long I would say “She got my dick hard, she’s a 10.” (h/t to BullRush.)

“Chris” mentioned to me that he has decided to try out online dating. With his list of requirements and all of his reasons to exclude, do you think he’ll fair well? I don’t. I think he’ll get discouraged and give it up and go back to whatever it is that he does to meet women. Trust me, he’s not doing “cold approach.”

Who do you think is having a great time meeting, dating, and fucking women? Who do you think is sucking at it?

At the time that I’m writing this, I’ve got my belly dancer, I just met a woman that I’ll call my “soccer mom,” (she fucking HATES that) and I have no less than 4 others in the early stages of texting and conversation. Two of them look really promising right now, but we will see. If I can get them off of their asses, off of the couch, and in front of me, their asses are mine.

If you can get beyond your own nose, if you can get beyond your bullshit lists of exclusion and imaginary ideals. If you can just find one or two things that you find attractive about them, you might stand a chance.

Or you can keep finding reasons to exclude them. She’s not a “quality woman.” “She’s not ABC or XYZ.” “She’s too (insert whatever bullshit here.) And you can keep stepping on your own dick. How’s that working out for you, bud?

Or you can decide that she’s “good enough.” At least for that moment. And you can decide that you’re “good enough,” too. At least for that moment. And who knows where you’ll end up?