This quote has been misattributed a couple of times to my great annoyance, cause I was actually pretty proud of how screwed up the quote is when I thought of it.

Why I said it is because so many spearheads in this space focus on the “Signs to look out for” or “Signs she is a low quality woman” and I was sitting there thinking:

These are all signs she’s down to fuck. (Which from now will be DTF)

Did I want to be in a relationship?

No

Did I want to have kids?

No

Did I want to save the West?

Well, when was the last time the West saved me?

I just wanted casual hook ups.

And those red flag lists gave me a perfect perspective of what to look out for.

Tattoos?

DTF.

Feminist?

DTF

Multiple ear piercings?

DTF.

Smokes?

She pokes

That disgusting septum piercing that everyone is grossed out by?

D.T.F!

Single mom?

Eh… Baby sitter, kids are a priority… Best to just avoid and go for someone who’s into it as much as you.

A majority of my notch count has some form of Communist parade because of how red it is.

Sure there are plenty of girls who were of the higher education institutions, but let me tell you something.

She lives in dorms?

DTF.

Trust me, if she’s going to college and lives in a dorm unsupervised chances are she’s pretty much DTF.

Exception to the norm, I know a tall Chinese guy who’s bad at math too, don’t worry.

The PROBLEM here is not the red flags.

It’s you.

Because you, dear reader, probably want wove and mawwiage and kiwds and a dowg all together in your white picked fence.

Or are scared and startled when a wittwe giwly wiwly is throwing a hissy fit and don’t dare to walk away.

THEN RED FLAGS ARE TO BE AVOIDED OR YOU WILL BE WALKING INTO A WORLD OF HURT.

The reason I say they are “green lights” is because for MY specific points and purposes they are.

I like fast and loose women and I don’t like committing.

Sure, I’d like a main plate, but I know damn well for myself that I should just enjoy it while it lasts cause I’ll want to move on within 6 months or a year anyway.

That’s just me.

I also just walk out when something occurs that isn’t to my liking.

Because there truly is a bus every 15 minutes and I’ve taken those busses before.

I have EXPERIENCED that abundance.

You, dear reader, if you have not experienced that and have not developed that level of detachment should not circle around the promiscuous.

You’ll get disappointed, let down and or worse heartbroken.

It all comes down to that age old question:

“What do you want?”

So let this be your Don’t Eat Paint warning from me.

If you don’t want hot, fast, crazy sex with strangers who couldn’t give a damn about you if you text or call back, stay away from all those red flags the internet used to tell you about.

For those among us who’ve been around the block?

Red Flags Are A Green Light.

Marketing works best when it speak to an insecurity of a potential buyer. For as stated in The Art Of Seduction by Robert Greene: 

“For one to be seduced one must want to be seduced”.

When you are poor you would want to have wealth.

When you are fat you would want to be jacked.

When you aren’t getting laid you would want to fuck.

In these situations you are missing something and it also happens to be the best selling categories of all of marketing. Health, wealth and sex. 

When you don’t have a thing you want you’re going to doubt yourself why you don’t have it. Don’t you deserve it? Don’t you earn it? Don’t you work for it?

9/10 it’s the third one.

But that’s fine because HE has the answer. HE knows how you can get that wealth you’ve always wanted, the health you always dreamed of and the girlzah you’ve always wanted to fuck.

And how did he got it?

Well he’s going to teach you!

And that’s how he got it.

He got it because he played on your insecurities and made you want to give him your money so you could get the feeling of achieving what you want.

And you’re not the only one who handed over that money and you’re not the only one who ended where he began, but with less money.

THE REAL method of getting what you want is putting effort into an activity.

Want wealth? Learn a skill that people value, learn marketing and actually provide value for a fee. Or get a good paying job, spend less than you make and learn to invest.

Want health? Stop eating crap, count calories, walk daily and train by doing compound movements at least three times a week for at least a year.

Want sex? Be attractive, don’t be unattractive. Learn social skills, approach or when doing online dating get good photo’s and learn to stand out. Also put in the time. 

Dating is a numbers game. You’ll get more “no’s” than “yes’s” and you have to learn to live with that.

And what do all of these things have in common? 

They take time.

Which brings me to another reason why marketing works. It gives you the idea you can get rich, jacked and or sex fast.

But nothing worth achieving comes easy and quick.

It’s a nice sentiment, it really is. Many people have said it over the years. A couple of people who said it that come to my mind are:

Adolf Hitler.

Josef Stalin.

Pol Pot.

And pretty much every tyrannical dictator who has come to power has said it. It’s all for the greater good.

The “greater good” is just another ideal. It’s another container word filled with nothing except what you put into it. I promise you, Hitler, Stalin, and Pol Pot had a different idea of what the “greater good” was, than what you think it is.

In the screen shot I posted above, I was having a conversation with the individual in question. Here’s the entire conversation between the two of us:

I don’t think either Hitler or Stalin could have said it better. Change up the country, glory, and God container words and you have a winner. Country is nothing more than the place you reside in. Most of you were born where you live. Glory? What is glory? Being glorified for taking a bullet for someone else? Glory for giving up your time, energy, finances, and ultimately your life so that someone else may benefit from it?

What am I going to receive for signing up for your ideals? What am I going to receive for joining your cause? Spare me the bullshit about the afterlife, I’m not interested in it. There’s been no empirical evidence to suggest that God or the afterlife exist, so I’m not taking any chances there. I want my benefits and rewards in the here and now, and they had better be tangible. I had better be able to see them, touch them, taste them, use them, or at least put them in my pocket and take them home with me.

Screw your 72 virgins in the afterlife, I want them now before I blow myself into oblivion. And who said that I was going to martyr myself for your cause?

What. Is. In. It. For. Me.

Plenty of causes and ideals out there, plenty of ways to waste your time and your life on your own dime, for somebody who isn’t you or yours. Do you really want to sacrifice yourself, your time, your money, your energy, or even your life for…. Words?

Freedom and Liberty. Two more words that mean nothing by themselves. Two more container words. Like I said in my earlier post: I promise you, my idea of freedom and liberty are going to be different from yours.

I don’t know who this anonymous individual is, nor do I care so much either. What I do gather is that he is either really young and naive, perhaps under the age of 35. I get it. I too, was once young and naive. I too, used to be an idealist. I too, used to live for container words. But then I grew up and opened my eyes. It became time to put away childish things and get to the business of living and enjoying my life instead of playing word games. I hope that this individual is indeed young, because if he’s older than 35:

He’s an idiot. A useful idiot to be sure, but an idiot nonetheless. Every cause and every ideal needs useful idiots. They are the blood and sweat of the engine. They are the ones who actually believe in the container words and carry out the deeds. They are the ones who are the cannon fodder when the bullets rain down. They are also the ones who end up against the wall when it’s time for the purge, and every movement with a cause, an ideal, has a purge.

I have no patience or time for idiots, useful or otherwise. I got shit to do.

You know what’s for the greater good of me? Corned beef hash, eggs, bacon, and sourdough toast. For dinner. You know what else is for the greater good of me? Beer. And the final and most important greater good for me is…

If you guessed poontang, you would be correct.

Fuck your container words, I’m not interested in your ideals or your cause unless there is something tangible in it for me that I can receive sooner rather than later. If not, go pound sand.