As many of you know I'm basically the Red Pill Moses. I'm doing my best to rescue you guys from Blue Pill slavery. Guide you through the Sinai anger phase desert. Fight off the purple pill Hittites. So that in the end, I may deliver you to the alpha promised land.

Unfortunately, while I'm up on the mountain chiseling the Red Pill commandments, some of you fucking Jews are smelting your jewelry into a Golden Cock. As long as you cunts worship the Golden Cock, there is nothing I nor any of the other Red Pill prophets can do for you.

A Golden Cock worshiper is anyone who claims to be too alpha for improvement or game. Rather than taking pragmatic steps towards getting to the promised land, the cock worshiper sits in the desert and worships the Golden Cock. While Cock worship might feel good, it doesn't get you anywhere.

O hallowed Gaylubeoil! How doust I knoweth a man to be a Cock worshiper, if mine own eyes were to behold one? Allright. I'll give you some examples so that ye shall know.

Thou Shalt Lift, is the first Red Pill commandment. because the easiest way to fuck girls is to look like someone they want to fuck. A corollary is that you should eat right and moderate alcohol consumption. The other day I came upon a man polishing the balls of the Golden Cock. I asked him: Why do you not obey the first commandment? He replied, "not everyone wants to look like a Jersey Shore cast member." Sure everyone has a right to look like whatever they want to. But don't expect much pussy when you look like Chumlee.

The True Alpha is a a particular brand of shaft shiner who objects to sensible advice because he spends all of his time reading internet bro theory instead of figuring shit out in the real world. This is the same brand of fuck who thinks partial reps are bad form. Why? Because he read somewhere how something should be done and now sees any deviation as wrong.

So Valentine's day is coming up and a bunch of the Golden Pube trimmers think they're too alpha to play the game. It's a stupid holiday where women expect presents and giving them presents is beta. Here's a thought, all holidays are fucking stupid. But I still play the game. On Halloween I have hoes all up on my fireman hose. On Christmas i'm unwrapping my sexy present. On Valentines day I spend $5 on a cupcake and $10 on themed lingerie for my girl. So go ahead be a conscious objector to Valentines day on moral grounds. I'm going to be all up in all kinds of orifices while you Golden Dick wranglers run dread game on your masturbation hand.

Not Worth It Finally there is a certain subset of men who have given up on the self improvement journey. They rightfully know the road to be long and perilous and have decided to die in the desert. Lifting is not worth it. Going out isn't worth it. Relationships aren't worth it. All of these things are not worth it until you are good at them. Sitting at the high stakes poker table isn't worth it until you know exactly what you are doing. So get the fuck up and keep trying because saying it's not worth it, isn't worth it.

Being the Red Pill Moses is hard work. Sometimes it means standing up to the Feminist Pharaoh. Other times it means performing Red Pill miracles. Unfortunately, being Red Pill Moses also entails beating the fuck out of some with the stone tablets, for the apostasy of Blue Pill Golden Cock worship. Stop worshiping the cock. Stop grooming its golden pubes. Stop rubbing its shiny balls. Stop drinking from its metallic urethra.

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