Tl:DR. The truth hurts.

Applying Redpill principles isn't the easiest thing in life. It's hard looking at the big, beautiful eyes of a woman passionately attracted to you and realizing all the while she's no different then the rest , and never will be.Its hard looking back at the serious errors you made because you just didn't know they were errors.

Ive discovered recently what really burns the soul isn't just knowing the truth- but seeing moral people suffer because they don't understand it and nothing you do or say can make them.

I spotted a married girl on Tinder.

Big whup you say, and you'd be right. Happens all the time, AWALT, and so on. The catch is this. She's married to a man I respect and served in the military with. He's started a small business , but the business is just starting out and as such its not making money yet. The guy would never suspect his wife of being up to shady stuff, and in fact she's involved with his business.

She also made a pass at me last time we were alone together, and I tripped over her Tinder profile thirty minutes ago. He's being used like a Mexican hooker , but there ain't a damn thing I can do to tell him that. No magic combination of words is going to impart the truth of Redpill thinking into his head. I know his marriage is toast and that he's gonna get bent over in divorce court, or at best hell catch her in bed with the local meth dealer or some artsy liberal and then sack up and kick her out then. Maybe. Or she'll tell him Chads kid is his and 18 years later hell know the truth.

That blows because as much of an amoral jerk as I am, he doesnt deserve the shit he's in for. Sometimes I wish I had the power of Professor Xavier, so that husbands all over the world would for one half of an hour know what their wives are truly thinking. One wonders what would happen next.