The deliberate misunderstanding of the Red Pill philosophy by its cargo-pant cladded, amateur-magician user base can be succinctly explained by this analogy: You are a small Chinese grandmother working in a sweatshop. Every day you make big, black and sparkly dildos. There are many other grandmas working in this dildo-factory, and they have been told all throughout their life, “If you just make these dildos everything in your life will turn out great.”

One day, you have an epiphany; If you work harder than all the other dildo making grandmas, and continuously improve to the point where you are the best dildo-making Chinese grandma then, you can succeed while the other "Blue Pilled" lazy dildo making grandmas hold onto their naïve fantasies. So you become the best dildo making grandma in the world. And I mean the best. You know how to make a throbbing black plastic cock better than anyone.

You bust your ass for decades, always trying to be better, always competing against the other grandmas, always looking down upon them, always knowing you are on "the true path to success". You eventually die in a ditch somewhere, proud of the work you did, still believing yourself to be superior to all the other grandmas.

The Red Pill's beta male user base doesn't like the dildo sweatshop matrix, but it's too afraid to leave. It craves submission the way a drug addict craves heroin. It hates the idea of real freedom and fears existence outside of a tightly controlled, rule bound system. This paradox is resolved the same way beta males always solve all of their problems: denial and self deception. The beta male rebrands his servitude as freedom learning to enjoy his own bondage in the process. The end product is the perfect slave. A slave who believes himself to be free is the best kind of slave. Maximum output, minimal risk to the integrity of the system.

At this point your thinking: Asian Grandmothers, Black Dildos, Beta Male Slaves, is this a Gaylubeoil theory post or an Too-Touchy-Uncle-Vasily BDSM field report? I'm already anticipating the beta-male self-imposed defensive-confusion, because betas hate it when I hold them down, slide down their pants and deliver this hard uncompromising Red Pill suppository. It's all allegedly too theoretical, too abstract, and impossible to understand; but actually fuck you it isn't. I haven't even finished writing this masterpiece and I'm already hoping your Lord of the Rings Elf sword collection falls on you. You know who you are.

Confidence in my ability to hold you down and slide this Red Pill up on in, stems from the fact that the late capitalist system we call the Blue Pill, is so stagnant that it's methodology has become predictable and undeniable. The pattern is simple by rebranding poison as the cure, the system can enjoy unlimited demand and sell poison indefinitely. That's why Planet Fitness offers fats a place to congregate and calls itself a gym. America is waging a war on terror which ultimately generates more terrorists to fight. The American Psychology Association recently declared traditional masculinity to be an illness, ensuring itself a never ending supply of cash cows. Rebranding slavery as freedom is an amazing business decision even of it condemns everyone into servitude in the process.

The diagnostic question you need to ask yourself is straightforward. Is all of your self improving leading anywhere new? Are your self improvement books challenging you and opening the path to deeper material? Or are you reading the same 8th grade mass market repackaged bullshit, year after year? Are your workouts becoming more difficult or are you still stuck on a beginner routine? Are you facing new, more difficult challenges or are you polishing the same black dildos (albeit faster) year after year?

Last week Reddit deleted CringeAnarchy, and the Red Pill may be next. If you need Red Pill Coaching to be get to the top physically and mentally, shoot me a PM before this community is Thanos-ed.