Virtue Signalling

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All of the virtue signalling in the world, and she still won’t fuck you.

I wrote about women on social media a couple of weeks ago.

I know what I’m going to say here will piss off a lot of the White Knights out there, but it’s true. She won’t fuck you because of your virtue signalling.

Physically defending a woman from an actual physical threat? That will get the tingles going. That will get you laid.

Defending her “honor” on the internet? Not so much. In fact, not only does it make you look like a simp to other men, it makes you look like a simp to the woman as well.

She won’t fuck you because you are “in touch with your feminine side.”

She won’t fuck you because you “understand her predicaments.”

She won’t fuck you because you “support her in her struggles.”

She won’t fuck you because you “agree that the patriarchy needs to be brought down.”

She won’t fuck you because you “agree with her definition of toxic masculinity.”

She won’t fuck you because you “are a stoic.”

She won’t fuck you because you “aren’t like other guys.”

She won’t fuck you because you are “sweet, kind, caring, and understanding.”

She won’t fuck you because you commented on her latest picture with “you’re so beautiful.”

She won’t fuck you because you claim that you are “a male feminist.”

She won’t fuck you because you “identify with her.”

She won’t fuck you because you are a “good listener.”

Virtue denotes honor and trust. Those are things that men look for in other men. Men want to know that you are able to hold and defend the perimeter with them. Men want to know that you have their six. Not so for women.

Nothing wrong with having virtue in and of itself, it can be commended. But she still won’t fuck you.

Drop the virtue signalling.

She still won’t fuck you.

 

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What Is The Blue Pill?

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There is a lot of talk in the ‘Sphere of what is “Blue Pill,” “Red Pill,” and even “Purple Pill.” Realize that these ideas are simply “place holders,” if you will. They are ways to give a sort of description for a more complex idea or even a thought process.

That being said, “Blue Pill” from what I’ve come to understand it, is the “Disney fairy tale story.” If you just be yourself, the right woman (or Man) will come along. If you just do _____, you’ll meet your soul mate. If you ______, will live happily ever after.

It’s a way to sell pipe dreams and bliss. It is a lie and a narcotic as well.

It’s also something else:

It is Slavery.

Blue Pill ideals and beliefs are slavery. For Men.

It starts at home when a young boy is born and is first given his indoctrination by his mother. She teaches him how to be an “upstanding member of society.” She teaches him to value women and to put women’s needs first. Sometimes the boy’s father will do the same thing. Why not? He was raised this way too.

If the boy is a typical boy, he goes on to public school and gets further indoctrinated. He’s taught that somehow he is less than his female peers. He’s broken. He’s a defective girl. He’s taught that his masculine traits and his masculine energy is “toxic” and bad. In many cases, he gets medicated.

If our young man is a typical young man, he goes on to college where his indoctrination is furthered. He’s taught that gender is a social construct and he’s further taught to “express his feelings” and “get in touch with his feminine side.”

Then he goes out into the world to look for work.

Why? Because by our societies definition, that’s what a Man does. He works. He provides. He is a Provider. His ability to work and obtain a paycheck is a huge part of his worth to women and to society as a whole.

A Man that doesn’t work, or in many cases, only works to provide for himself, isn’t shit. He’s not shit to women, and he’s not shit to other Men.

A woman doesn’t necessarily need to work in many cases. Why not? Because she has a Man, whether a boyfriend, fiance, husband, or father to provide for her.

Women are not conscripted into the military. Women don’t have to sign up for that duty. It’s voluntary for them. It’s a choice. In the U.S., selective service isn’t an option for a young man. He has to sign up.

Donovan Sharpe said it best, “Women are born and Men are Made.” All a woman has to do is have a pleasant demeanor and stay in somewhat reasonable shape, and she will be one of the most desirable women out there. Not so with a Man. He has to prove himself. He has to earn it. It is his burden of performance.

Women are. Men do.

We as Men have been conditioned to bite the bit. We are the mules and pack horses for women. And we do it willingly. Gladly even. For most of us, it’s a fact of life. It is what it is. The best part is that women don’t know how to show gratitude for it. Not the way we as Men would like to see it. It’s not possible. It’s not possible because it’s expected.

Women typically don’t know how to fix a car. That’s what Men are for.

Women typically don’t know how to deal with a power issue in the home. All they know is that the power isn’t working. That’s what a Man is for.

Most women don’t know how to physically defend themselves. Why should they? That’s what Men are for.

Men die earlier than women. Men commit suicide more frequently than women. Men die on the job way more often than women. It’s what we do. It’s expected.

A Man loses his job or he is laid off. A woman may support him. For a short time. In the long run though, it’s not very likely that will stay the case. The end to his relationship with her will have begun. The clock will be ticking.

Not so for a woman.

A Man’s sole purpose in a Blue Pill world is to provide. To be of service. If he doesn’t do this, he is anathema. He is outcast. He is invisible. He is worthless. And he is replaceable.

A woman will go out and find another one who is all too eager to put himself in the harness and go to work and provide for her. He’ll even provide for her offspring that isn’t his. And he’ll be patted on the head and called “A Good Man.” A “Real Man.” She might even fuck him once in awhile. And he’ll be glad to do it. Happy even.

There is happiness in slavery.

Blue Pill ideologies and beliefs aren’t just Disney fantasies and fairy tales. It’s slavery.

While I don’t necessarily agree with it, I can see how and why the MGTOW movement came to be.

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The Hardest Red Pill Truth I’ve Had To Swallow So Far

A woman never belongs to you, it’s just your turn. – Donovan Sharpe

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Does a man ever truly finish unplugging? Is there a final destination to this journey? I don’t know.

I do know that one of the hardest truths that I’ve had the hardest time with is the one that I quoted above. A woman never belongs to you, it’s just your turn. The old blue pill me bought the lie that I could somehow “own” or “possess” a woman. That she would be mine. Never mind the part about sliding into marital bliss and having the burden of performance removed. I’ve never bought into the bliss thing, and I don’t mind the burden of performance. As far as I’m concerned, the burden of performance isn’t really that big of a burden to me, since all the shit I do now is for me, not for someone else. The burden is on me, for me.

I understand now that men are the romantics and the idealists. We are the one’s who would sacrifice our everything for a woman, including our lives. It just sucks to know, really know, that she isn’t capable of doing that for us, or in this case, for me. The possibility that she will walk at a moment’s notice because she perceives that she has found “something better,” is a constant blip on my radar. It plays in the background with every interaction I have. It’s a constant reminder of when Hypergamy rears it’s ugly head, and of course, that there is no such thing as relational equity.

I admit, I’ve struggled with a lot that the red pill has offered me, but this one right now has been the hardest. Do you go all MGTOW and say fuck them all, I want nothing to do with them? I could. But I won’t.

Do I just spin plates for the rest of my life? That’s a possibility.

Do I get more seriously involved with just one, knowing that I’m not her first (for anything really) and that I definitely won’t be her last?

One thing I can say about this last one is this:

While you may go, beautiful woman, and it’ll probably hurt a lot when you go, I’ll enjoy watching your ass move as you walk away.

Thanks for the good times and the memories.

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