I won’t blow boggy peat up your kilts, boys. Short, grossly fat, and ugly men (SFUs) will have a tougher go of it in the dating market…all else equal.
Game — learned charisma — can improve the lot of the male SFUs, but only by so much. The non-famous equivalent of Danny De Vito might vault from dating 2s to dating 3s with the help of Game. Not that that’s anything to cavalierly dismiss. When you’re a thirsty man, sipping from bird-dropping collection water instead of toxic sewage will feel like a tall cool glass of mountain spring.
There is a dazzling exception.
A male SFU can overcome his SMV handicap with sheer, stupid self-confidence.
Stupid-confidence.
The average man doesn’t have nearly the requisite self-confidence to pick up plain janes with ease, let alone to pick up hotties with effort.
The average SFU man has even less self-confidence, so what I write in this post is, for all practical purposes, theoretical.
But it’s a theory which a few, exceptional men prove correct, and I’ve seen them in action too often to dispel the theory out of hand.
The physically unimpressive man can overcome girls’ insta-rejections with an approach that is so stupidly confident in tenor, technique, and attitude that one could say it borders on psychotically narcissistic.
But chicks do dig narcissistic men.
A stupid-confident man can, on the approach and during the first minute of interaction, cause a girl to “reset” her mate appraisal mechanism.
You can shock a girl into a new frame of perception with supremely stupid self-confidence.
Literally shock and awe her hamster until the wheel spins in the opposite direction.
I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe. Short, weird-looking men boldly stride into the personal space of hard 9s. I watched George Costanzas oblivious to their own ugliness glitter like Casanovas near the Clamburger Gate. All those moments will be etched in mind, like tingles untamed.
You can be an alpha persuader, or a beta provider, or both (a neat trick), but you won’t master women until you’ve first mastered your self-doubt.
Where there is no doubt, there is a dripping vaj spout.
Summon your inner sociopath, and no physical handicap will prevent your destiny with womanizing.
PA On Environmentalism
April 23, 2019 by CH
I have to slip PA another COTW. So much for diversity & inclusion, but excellence in commenting must be recognized.
This blog’s comment board is feast or famine. One week can be an unreadable mess of petty bickering and spergy debate points defended with humorless stubbornness. The next week can be filled with gems of insight bordering on poetry.
Which makes it like Current Year America: a deluge of unrelenting dreck that comes close, but never succeeds, to suffocating the air time of a small but engaging contingent of scribes and seers.
I suppose this is human nature, and in particular White nature, to do constant battle with the Good so that the Good is always appreciated when it is evident.
Regarding PA’s comment, I think we all have our personal mystic connections to particular environments — natural and cultural — which reverberate in our souls and likely derive from ancestral memories encoded in our DNA.
The Special loves the dry, hot, cacophonous market bazaar.
The NW European loves the forests and verdant meadows.
The Med Euro loves the rocky shorelines and rolling hills of the interior.
Highlanders are at home in mountainous terrain.
We can break down these preferences even further, along ethnic lines.
This is why, I believe, in a future disaggregated America, the ethnies and races will organically find their way to the regional State which suits their environment template for contented living. I wonder most about White Southerners, if they stay where they are or migrate to a climate and ecology more in tune with their ancestral heritage.
On environmentalism, yes it’s a shame that it’s been co-opted by lunatic leftoids when the natural home of nature preservers is on the right (and never more so than today, as leftoidism becomes increasingly the ideological accoutrement of deracinated and denatured urban rat racers). “Climate change” is the way in which the modren shitlib White, who has lost his connection to nature, accesses a path to an ancient racial longing that embarrasses him when spoken of or thought about in reflective moments.
In the end, the environments beloved by Whites will be ruined by open borders, so all this climate change sanctimony will come to naught. The result of virtue signaling is always a boosted signal at the expense of the virtue.
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