Who The Fuck Are You?

Every week we get a field report in, convoluted theory, or some question that always talks to the point of woman. How to fuck them, get them, did I do good, why is my dick green, HOLY SHIT what is this growth, or my favorite. I suck I can't do better.....blah blah blah.

Listen. Before you go any further in reading this post take a deep breath and remember who the fuck you are.

You are a man. Your goals are for you and developing who you are and what you want to do. Women, sex, the lifestyle are results of your hardwork. Everything else is building a more interesting you. Most of you think you are climbing the ladder. You aren't. You are trying to get to the ladder. Once you've internalized the Pill then you can climb the fucking ladder. So relax, monkey boy, you aren't even there yet.

Some of you keyboard warriors are likely pouring your guts out here looking for a kernel of advice or that iching and suddenly it will make sense. I know. I did it. Most have done it and many still do. Sorry, bub, doesn't work that way. This is the research center, your library. You need to get out there and learn. You need to develop who you are. A more interesting you. Have to do something cool in your life right? Your stories will be yours and you can establish the price of telling them. Your stories and experiences are not free. One day you will sit on your porch and smile at the shit you did. No one else did it. Maybe you will tell people, maybe you won't. I don't tell all my stories. Few have gained that level of access.

My boys are doing more than their peers who are playing video games and talking Call of Duty. My kids? They live it. At 13 my youngest has a SCUBA License and has dived up to 90 feet. The Non Profit organization he belongs to is contracted by other organizations to perform diving operations for them. This summer he has learned and executed underwater construction techniques and built amazing shit underwater. He has also mapped and explored ship wrecks for the local government to turn into tourist spots. This is at 13.

My oldest at 16 just got his pilot's license through Civil Air Patrol with 120 flight hours. He is search and rescue qualified and has helped the FAA several times. Spending his summers on Air Force bases and training he has 200 hours or more on Air Force jet simulators. Most recently he had to land a plane on a solo flight when its instruments went out.

He is also attending a local Community college that created a high school program. He will leave in 2 years (3 total started when he was 15) with a High School diploma and a paramedic license. Oh did I mention no college tuition? Paid for by the public schools. His intent is to join the military but I have taught him to cultivate many options. He has listened.

These kids at their ages have experiences and training no one else in their group has. They have heard some of my stories and I push them to develop theirs. What are doing to make yourself more interesting and a cut above? What are you doing?

You can waste your time worrying about her. Wondering at red flags, at vetting, at all those things. When you are missing the trees for the forest. It's not about any of it. It's about you. What you will and will not put up with. What you want to do and how you go about doing it. Don't misunderstand you will end up leaving some seemingly fantastic women behind. They won't be able to keep up. Will you slow down?

Some of you have real life obstacles in your way. I get that. I offer this advice:

My drill sergeant used to tell us there are 3 ways to handle an obstacle on the battlefield.

1. Go over it.
2. Go around it.
3. Go through it.

Not one of those tells you to turn around and go back.

The best advice I got in my first few months of understanding the Red Pill was this:

I am a ship at sea. Women are the barnacles. Some stay longer than others, either way I have a destination and I am headed that way.

What's your destination?

Who the fuck are you?