Hello. My name is Lazarus. I have been a red pill reader for over 1 month now. My experience is not unique but I will still provide a backstory at some point down the road. The one sentence version of what brought me to the red pill is “natural alpha met dream girl and settled down, gradually became beta, wife lost interest, tried everything society had taught me to save marriage, still ended up divorced and broken.” (Ok so it’s a long sentence, fuck you)

This post and all future posts are dedicated to Men everywhere. My Brothers, YOU are the only reason I didn’t end my life, the only reason I kept going when I truly felt like it was pointless. Now I am unstoppable, a force of nature around women and men, the funnest motherfucker you will ever have the pleasure of partying with…all because my boys wouldn’t let me throw in the towel. And let’s not forget the Men who are total strangers to me yet still have helped me grow so much (BILL FUCKING BURR, Roissy, Rollo Tomassi, Roosh, Mystery, Tony, countless others). I now have a vastly deeper understanding of myself, other men, and women. More importantly, I reframed my priorities so that I am always working toward creating the best Lazarus, not just a Lazarus that can get laid.

I can never repay the gifts given to me by my brothers…so I will make it my work to pick up the mantle and spread the gospel of red pill. My buddies who I have introduced to the red pill are already seeing a benefit in their relationships/marriages (hell even work shit with their male bosses); my single buddies are getting more pussy. This shit is REAL. But it isn’t a shortcut. In fact, if you really read the shit that these wicked smaat fuckers are spitting, you will realize that the main reason most dudes are not Alpha is because it is fucking WORK to be alpha. It is easy as fuck to be beta. Even “natural” alphas don’t have it as easy as you would like to believe. Nothing in life is free, and if it is, guess what? You won’t appreciate it since it didn’t require any effort to obtain.

I know the red pill is real because I have found myself, my ex-wife and situations I lived through/created in myriad examples of red pill literature. Neither Men nor Women are unique snowflakes. We need to remember that Men created order in this world and we are the only ones who can run it efficiently. Sadly, I truly believe if I had discovered the red pill 1 year ago, I could have saved my marriage. But it doesn’t matter now – it doesn’t make me feel any sense of regret. My life is my journey alone, not my ex-wife’s, not my friends’ and not my parents. Mine. So here we go...

Bill Burr is a Stand Up Man

Bill Burr is a stand-up comedian. He is very funny, talks about what it’s like being an average guy and is generally the type of comedian that has a mostly male audience, like Joe Rogan. But Mr. Burr is very unique. He has a podcast, “The Monday Morning Podcast” which frankly is one of the most unique and interesting podcasts out there in my opinion. The format is simple: Bill, by himself, rambles on about what is going on in his life: where he recently traveled to do standup, hockey/football games he watched, anecdotes about what is going on in his life, etc. What is unique about Mr. Burr is that he doesn’t give a fuck. Not one flying fuck. His sign off to his audience at the end of his show is “Go fuck yourselves.” Now he may be “joking” but I don’t think he is in some ways. Bill Burr does not give one flying fuck if you listen to his podcast. He doesn’t care if you like it or hate it. Why? Because Mr. Burr doesn’t make the podcast for you or me. Bill Burr does his weekly podcast for 1 person: Bill Burr.

Think about it: He is very famous, he was on Breaking Bad and since then his star is rising and he is truly in his prime, comedy-wise (he's been doing stand up for 20+ years, he can kill anywhere, I have seen it). Why would he take a hour out of his awesome life every week to talk to a bunch of strangers? It ain’t web-revenue dynamics or some other $5 word. Its dedication. It’s a Cal Ripkin-like work ethic. Bill Burr’s only real occasional guest is his wife, the Lovely Nia. Nia sometimes helps Bill answer questions from listeners, especially if the question is about women/dating. Nia is honestly a bad bitch. She is a hot-as-fuck black girl, with a smoky, sultry voice and you can tell by how she talks that she is a HB9-10. Google that shit if you don’t believe. Now I love me some Bill Burr. But Bill Burr is a short, balding ginger. How does such a man pull a hot as fuck black girl? You would probably say, “Duh! He is rich and famous, he is on tv.” Nope. Listen to their interactions. Mr. Burr gives Nia ‘gina tingles. All the fucking time. You can practically hear them. How does he accomplish this? By kissing her ass? By agreeing with her? Nope! By calling her on her shit, arguing with her, teasing/taunting her, displaying amused mastery and most importantly, by being willing to literally KICK HER OFF the show when he doesn’t need her anymore or disagrees with her. Most men wouldn’t be willing to kick their chick off their own podcast if they live with that person. But Bill doesn’t give a fuck.

Other reasons to love Bill Burr:

  1. Bill Burr is a fan of fat shaming. Listen to his podcasts where he talks about how disgusting and sickening he finds fat men and women to be. If you are at all like me, after listening to a few of his podcasts, you start to respect and agree with this very honest and funny man. Because of the 1-man format of the show, you start to feel like a buddy is at your house and he is telling stories or you are having a (albeit 1-sided) interesting conversation. So when someone you think is funny and interesting and whose opinion you respect starts talking shit on YOUR eating habits and YOUR exercise habits, it is a lot more effective than you can imagine. When your wife/girlfriend/mom tell you that you need to eat better or hit the gym, you will automatically get defensive. But when Bill Burr does it, for some reason it really hits home and makes me think he is right.
  2. Bill Burr isn’t a company man. Half the time Bill can’t read the advertising on his show because he is borderline illiterate (which makes for some very funny moments). But Bill also calls out his sponsors when they give him shitty copy to read, or ask him to lie/make up a BS story that will help move units. Bill will literally call these fuckers out and say “don’t buy this shit, even though I just got paid to sell it to you and I am going to lose this sponsor tomorrow.” The advertising he does offer is all directed to his listeners, as he perceives them. As a result, he advertises bbq grill grates, shaving razor blades, gifts for mother’s day and other shit you were probably gonna buy anyway as a man.
  3. Bill Burr is PURE ALPHA. During my recent divorce, I relied on Bill’s podcasts to get me through some tough times with laughter. After I listened to all of the ones there are available on his website (http://www.billburr.com/podcast), I went on youtube and hunted down the first 3 years of podcasts, which he used to post weekly to his Myspace page back when myspace was a thing. The quality is shit in a very sweet, DIY way. Bill was using a cell phone to record them. It was mostly just him talking about his tour dates at first. Sometimes he accidentally deleted them and he would just post a 30 second version explaining he fucked up and deleted it so no podcast this week. The end would always cut off. But then a funny thing happened: He started to interact with his listeners by answering their questions. But he didn’t do it like you would expect – cherry pick the best questions, give detailed answers that made Bill look great – instead he routinely called out his listeners for their boring, shitty questions and often gave answers that showed Bill getting his ass handed to him, embarrassed or something that gave you an insight into how he became the man he is today. He pushes his listeners by inspiring them with pep talks and what his experience has shown him to be true. The most Alpha thing I ever heard in my life, which left me with a perpetual smile for a day was this: A early episode of the Monday Morning Podcast in which Bill states to the listener that he is going to pack up his life and move from New York to Los Angeles and try to get into acting. At the moment he recorded this, you can tell by his vocal tone and word choices that he is not certain that he going to make it in Hollywood. He has hit the wall in New York and if he doesn’t move to LA, he will likely stagnate. He sounds like a mixture of excitement, apprehension and fear as he describes the unknown voyage ahead of him. As I sat there listening, I couldn’t help but think of the amazing job he did on Breaking Bad, his great supporting parts in films that are happening more frequently and how he just got married to Nia, who was barely a girlfriend at that point in time. Bill Burr is my fucking hero because the same Bill Burr who didn’t know if he was going to make it in Hollywood is the Bill Burr who IS making it in Hollywood!
  4. Bill Burr is one of the last “old school” men. If you listen to his podcast a few times, you will know exactly what I mean. We all have uncles and grandpa’s that talk and think like Bill, but the pussification of this country over the last 40 years cannot be illustrated better than by listening to Bill’s podcast and then immediately listening to something like "the Nerdist" or "You made it Weird", podcasts run by Beta boys.
  5. Bill Burr believes in Brotherhood. Patrice O’Neal, rest his soul was one of Bill’s best friends. Seek out the episodes where he talks about Patrice, even some Opie and Anthony episodes. The amount of emotion Bill felt for the loss of Patrice is palpable. And now every year Bill and a bunch of Patrice’s best friends get together to do a benefit to put money in the pockets of Patrice’s mother and widow. Pure class. Listen to any Monday Morning podcast episode with Joe Bartnick, Joe DeRosa, Paul Virzi or Jason Lawhead. You can HEAR the brotherhood in how they interact.
  6. Bill Burr is one of the reasons I am alive. I don’t know if he will ever read this, but I was at the lowest point of my divorce and all I could think about was checking out. Every time the silence of the night or the noticeable emptiness of my giant bed would call me to think dark thoughts, I would turn on a random episode of the Monday Morning podcast. And I would fall asleep laughing to the sound of one of my favorite people. Thank you Bill. I got to shake your hand once at the Brea Improv. That was enough.