So, last time, your resident mad scientist exposed how taking the red pill doesn't automatically grant immunity to rationalization, and there was much wailing and gnashing of teeth.

Now it's time to piss off the rest of you.

Because there's still more shit red pillers have just as much trouble facing.

You are not completely in control of your own behaviour.

No one is. The science is in. Your metabolic health controls how much you eat. T levels change your personality. Blah blah fucking blah... but here's the clinch. The Max Planck Institute for Human Cognitive and Brain Sciences proved that some decisions happen (and can be read in an MRI) as much as seven seconds before the conscious, self-aware portions of the brain become aware of what the decision is.

That means the parts of you that you are aware of as "you" aren't making those decisions.

We are a monkey on the back of a lizard, and sometimes the lizard runs off in one direction or another, and the monkey invents stories about how that was where it wanted to go, and it's doing the steering, really.

And we all know about Phineas Gage.

But there are some people who can't accept this. It seems especially hard for red pillers. A dedication to relentless self-improvement makes us want to have absolute control over our behaviour and our destiny.

People who are improving themselves want to believe that they can do whatever they need to do if they just try. And people who have done awesome want to take credit for it. But these two attitudes are just as self-deceptive as the fattie who thinks she has a special gene that turns the air into marshmallows as she breathes it.

The words that sum up the basis of the red pill aren't "everything is up to you". They are "it is what it is". With the possible addition of "now what are you going to do about it?" If we want to make progress, we have to deal with reality as it is.

If we don't have total control, then we don't. So we control what we can, and also control ourselves by controlling the things that control us. Don't keep complex carbs in your kitchen. Don't hang out with betas who tempt you to old bad habits. Take steroids. If you're beginning your recovery, and coming from an incel streak, hire some beautiful whores to get abundance mentality rolling.

And don't let your woman hang out with Chad Thundercock, even if she respects you. Same principle.

Call it "lifehacker bullshit" if you want (I hate the word myself, it reeks of beta male herb), but either it works, or it doesn't. Pride doesn't matter. Playing by the rules doesn't matter. Only winning matters.

Use every tool available. Cheat. Win.

You can white-knuckle it if you want. But are you doing it because you think that's the best way? Or because you can't admit to yourself that you might need a little help? That you might not be fully in control?

That's the Hamster.