Reader Ronery No Mo honors one of history’s greatest, and pseudonymous, realtalkers, Ragnar Redbeard.
Or as Ragnar Redbeard put it in “Might is Right” all the fuck way back in 1890…
“The best bid a man can make for the admiration of any woman (even the most pious) is a display of undaunted physical prowess… Even to be carried-off by force, is not repugnant to her feelings, if the “bold bad man” is in other respects acceptable. She pines to be “wooed and won” (or as it were) she likes to feel that she has been mastered, conquered, taken possession of – that the man who has stormed her heart is in all respects, a man among men.”
Bold, bad man beats timid, nice guy every time. Even when the bad man hasn’t won a woman’s flesh, he is victorious in her heart and secret thoughts.
DA GBFM sent the followng text to his 100+ hotties in his cell phones last nightsz:
This is your last chance. After this, there is no turning back. You take the blue pill—the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill—you stay in Wonderland, and I show you how deep your butthole goes. Remember: all I’m offering is the truth. All 12 inches of it. Nothing more.
Da GBFM now haszz hotties calelendared for coming over for the next twon mnthszsometiemes three at a timezz.
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All 12 inches of it. ….Hahahha… Go & make poor Nigerians whine (1 inch= 2.5 cm): http://www.ajol.info/index.php/tjmr/article/view/30465
“Oversized” Penile Length In The Black People; Myth Or Reality
JC Orakwe, GU Ebuh
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Subjects and Method: Full-stretch flaccid penile lengths, and flaccid penile lengths, were measured in 115 adult men of the Black race in Nigeria. The results were compared with reported similar main studies on people of other races, which were accessible to the authors. These studies were done in Italy, Greece, Korea, Britain, and the United States of America.
Result: The mean full-stretch penile length of the Nigerian Blacks was 13.37cm and the mean flaccid length was 9.36cm. Similar studies reported full-stretch penile lengths of 12.50cm in Italians, 12.18cm in Greeks, 9.6cm in Koreans, 13cm in British Caucasians, and 12.45cm in the American Caucasians. The penile length for Nigerian Blacks was longer than those of the other races, but the differences were only statistically different in comparison with the Koreans.
Conclusion: There is the possibility of racial differences in penile sizes, but there is no convincing scientific background to support the ascription of bigger penile dimensions to people of the Black race
[CH: “full stretch flaccid penile lengths” you gotta feel some sympathy for the researchers who signed up to do this work. yeeuch.]
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tg;dr
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[…] The Great Men On Women’s Yearning To Submit […]
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Nice Guys ALWAYS Finish Last.
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She needs to see just a touch of something Dark in you every once in a while, in order to get the gina to tinglinzgzz. Nothing causes dry vag quite so surely as “nice” and predictable and BORING.
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It could be something as simple as losing your temper from time to time – something to remind her of the primordial monster which you keep caged within you.
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Good note.
I was once on a trip with a girl, got really mad & flipped out on a cab driver.
Later on she remarked how great she thought it was.
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True this is. She needs to see that you can feel anger when a man should feel anger.
There was a guy who gave my girlfriend at the time an insulting comment when we passed by him on the bus. He didn’t think that I was with her, probably. I ripped into him. Afterward she said with sparkling eyes, “I have never had a man stand up for me before”.
Most would just leave it be – we are taught by female schoolteachers to be afraid of conflict. With nonsense phrases like “it takes two to start an argument”. “Turn the other cheek” is the mantra for the emasculated men in the West today, and they declare it to be morally superior when in fact it is just an excuse for cowardice.
But the criminals are always supported, while those who stand up for themselves or other good people are punished. For “starting a conflict” instead of letting the bastards get away with anything they want. Above all the establishment wants to eliminate men who are prepared to start a conflict to defend themselves and others against the worst in society.
Many times women I have dated have been surprised by seeing a man who will not let criminals, or bastards in general, get away with things. They are surprised that I carry self-defense spray. I always give one such bottle to a girl if I date her for a longer period, and her reaction says a lot about her. I have seen girls be surprised at first, but then excited. “I have a weapon!” … ’cause that’s the kind of girl I’ll date. Conservative girls who think the individual should be prepared for self-defense.
You need to be always mentally prepared. So that when a conflict comes out of nowhere you don’t shy away, as the attacker counts on you to do. You need instead to confront him with furious eyes and voice and not give an inch. He’ll be surprised, and he’ll know he’s targeted the wrong guy.
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“Turn the other cheek” is the mantra for the emasculated men in the West today, and they declare it to be morally superior when in fact it is just an excuse for cowardice.
You do realize Jesus Christ came up with the ‘turn the other cheek’ mantra. I’d like to see you point out where he declared himself morally superior or where he displayed cowardice.
Besides that passage is for when it happens to you. Not your lady friend.
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You may be interested in a new movie called The Historian simply for a two minute scene where the professor explains the meaning of “whosoever shall smite thee on thy right cheek, turn to him the other also.”
The explanation which finally made this idea all make sense to me is that the attacker would strike with their right hand because the left hand was reserved for wiping purposes. So, to strike someone on the right cheek with the right hand meant they’d be striking back-handed, as one would strike an inferior.
If you turn the other cheek (the left one) the person (still striking with the right hand) would have to hit you open handed, as one would strike an equal. Turning the other cheek means “at least hit me like a man.”
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Indeed although most manosphere ‘how to be alpha’ blogs always say alpha males always remain in control of their emotions which I don’t buy into – women want passion. They want to see if you are good at fucking – passionate, aggressive, borderline psychotic .
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‘women want passion’
Middle English, from Anglo-French, from Late Latin passion-, passio suffering, being acted upon, from Latin pati to suffer — more at patient
Emotion is part of it…but it’s more about being acted upon and suffering.
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“She needs to see just a touch of something Dark in you every once in a while, in order to get the gina to tinglinzgzz.”
truth
you don’t have to be hardcore asshole all the time. in fact, you shouldn’t be that way in an LTR or you create unnecessary drama for yourself.
but showing some darkness from time to time is vital to any relationship with a woman. she doesn’t even need to see you unleash your power or anger most of the time. if you’re doing it right, all she needs is a glimpse of what is under the surface waiting to emerge when needed.
sort of the way our fathers could strike fear into our hearts with just a look.
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I have always enjoyed Ragnar Redbeard’s book, which takes a sledgehammer to philosophy. It can be read online. (Some say it was written by Jack London, but that is simply speculation, and one man saying he saw a page from the book on London’s desk. More points to another author. You can read a discussion about it in the first pages of the book online.)
Note, when he says “might is right” that is because it rhymes in English. What he really means is that there are no moral “rights” governing the universe, what is good is to promote the best people, the people that brings life forward, as he says many times. He wants people to understand that the world has been shaped by conquest, and not to shy away from that fact or call it “sinful” and “evil”, but accept it as the way things are. To spread the best people you must fight. To be right is not enough, you won’t win simply for being moral, that is only in fairy tales.
The book does contain writings that seem like he sees no aim to achieve. This looks nihilistic, but this is a way to shake people up, wake them from their “pious” slumber. In most of the book he does speak of what must be saved and expanded.
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its as red pill a book as you will ever read….whats your thoughts on the lucifer principle?
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Don’t know, I haven’t read it; looked it up now, but you never know if Wikipedia gets it right.
But yeah, Might is Right comes at you like a hurricane. So many truths in there. Oh sure, you can discuss this or that, but that’s just it: this is what men’s discussion should be like. It’s like Nietzsche and some other authors like Jack London and Rudyard Kipling: you can discuss it, you may not agree with everything, but you can tell it’s in the right direction.
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The Lucifer Principle by Howard Bloom is well worth a read.
Although somewhat simplistic, it does cover ideas and topics that one will seldom read about in the mainstream media.
For example; what he writes about Islam.
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Here is a summary.
http://www.culturism.us/booksummaries/lucifr%20Principle%20BK5.html
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By Ragnar Redbeard, in Might is Right:
The Philosophy of Power and the Logic of Today
Might was right when Caesar bled upon the stones of Rome
And might was right when Genghis led his hordes o’er Danube’s foam
And might was right when German troops poured down through Paris way
It’s the gospel of the ancient world and the logic of today
Behind all kings and presidents – all government and law
Are army-corps and canoneers to hold the world in awe
And sword-strong races own the earth and ride the conqueror’s car
For liberty has never been won except by deeds of war
What are the lords of hoarded gold – the silent Semite rings
What are the plunder pirates, high pontiffs, priests and kings?
What are they but bold master-minds, best fitted for the fray
Who comprehend and vanquish by the logic of today
Cain’s knotted club is scepter still, all “Rights of Man” are fraud
Christ’s ethics are for creeping things, true manhood smiles at God
For might is right when empires sink in storms of steel and flame
And it is right when weakling breeds are hunted down like game
Then what’s the use of dreaming dreams, that each shall get his own
By forceless votes of meek-eyed thralls, who blindly sweat and moan?
A pox is on their cankered brains, their very bones decay
Go! Trace your fate in the iron game, is the logic of today
The strong must ever rule the weak, is grim primordial law
On earth’s broad racial threshing floor the meek are beaten straw
Then ride to power o’er foemen’s neck – let nothing bar your way
If you are fit you’ll rule and reign, is the logic of today
You must prove you’re right by deeds of might, of splendor and renown
If need be march through flames of hell to dash opponents down
If need be, die on scaffold high in the morning’s misty gray
For liberty or death is still the logic of today
Might was right when Gideon led the “chosen” tribes of old
And it was right when Titus burnt their temple roofed with gold
And might was right from Bunker’s Hill, to far Manilla Bay
By land and flood it’s writ in blood, the gospel of today
“Put not your trust in princes” is a saying old and true
“Put not your hope in governments” translateth it anew
All books of law and golden rules are fashioned to betray
The survival of the fittest is the gospel of today
Might was right when Carthage flames lit up the Punic foam
And when the naked steel of Gaul weighed down the spoils of Rome
And Might was Right when Richmond fell – and at Thermopylae
It’s the logic of the ancient world and the gospel of today
When pendant suns in millions swing around this whirling earth
It’s might, it’s force that holds the brakes, and steers through death and birth
Force governs all organic life, inspires all right and wrong
It’s nature’s plan to weed out man and test who are the strong!
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Also from Might is Right:
Hate for hate,
and ruth for ruth.
Eye for eye,
and tooth for tooth.
Scorn for scorn,
and smile for smile.
Love for love,
and guile for guile.
War for war,
and woe for woe.
Blood for blood,
and blow for blow!
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Hear Tigers Snarl
Above the Senates brawl –
The maddening roar for gain,
Do you hear the Christmas Carol –
The felons clanking chains,
Behind yon prison walls,
Your leg-ironed comrade slaves,
While here in marble walls
Are harlots, knights and knaves.
Your comrades rot in gaol –
The hungry cry for bread,
Your wives are thin and pale,
Their hearts are filled with dread,
And earth resounds with praise
In holy, heavenly tones,
While tigers prowl the land
To crush your children’s bones.
Ho! Men of New South Wales,
Hark! hear the fetters clink!
Are you but eunuch-churls
That only scream and slink?
If you were virile men,
You’d raise your strong right arm,
Beard tigers in their den
To guard your mates from harm.
You live the life of dogs,
You tug and scat and strain,
Your back the slaver flogs
While raking in his gain;
You see your sisters starve,
You see them on the marts,
You hear the tigers snarl
While rending out their hearts.
O men of New South Wales,
Behold your ruffian horde,
Who spurn you with their hoof,
And bash you with the sword;
Behold the butcher band
That shear and tan your hide.
Have you not grit to stand
And tame their wolfish pride?
You rise to voice your wrongs,
They club you for your pains,
Wheel out their murderous guns
To scatter, splash your brains;
They steal your public lands,
They steal the cash you earn,
Ho! Cringe to their commands,
You’re only dogs not men.
In glittering halls they feast –
Harlots, knights and knaves –
While inside prison walls
Your leg-ironed comrade slaves.
Ho! Men of New South Wales,
Hark! hear the fetters clink!
Are ye but eunuch-slaves,
That only scream and slink?
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Some slay with spear and some with sword.
Some have no battle plan,
Some stab with venom’s subtle word,
Each does the best he can,
And each man gets what he can win-
Great wealth, great love, or fame;
The conqueror gets his just reward,
The conquered gets his shame,
The weak ones wear a crown of thorns,
Or bleat in living hell,
The strong man crowns himself with gold,
And all the world is well,
And each man gains what others lose,
No use to reason why,
Each plants his heel on fallen foes,
By Love, or Law, or Lie.
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Boldly Stand Erect
Jewish books are for the Jews,
And Jew Messiahs, too.
But if you’re not of Jewish blood,
How can they be for you?
To make an idol of a book,
Is poison for the brain;
A dying God upon a cross
Is reason gone insane.
Beware of all the holy books
And all the creeds and schools,
And every law that man has made
And all the golden rules.
“Laws” and “rules” imposed on you
From days of old renown,
Are not intended for your good
But for your crushing down.
Then dare to rend the chains that bind
And to yourself be true.
Dare to liberate your mind,
From all things, old and new.
Always think your own thought,
All other thoughts reject;
Learn to use your own brain
And boldly stand erect!
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I blast out the ghastly contents of philosophic whited sepulchres and laugh with sardonic wrath.
Then reaching up the festering and varnished facades of your haughtiest moral dogmas, I write thereon in letters of blazing scorn: —”Lo and behold, all this is fraud!”
I deny all things! I question all things! And yet! And yet! —
—Gather around me O! ye death-defiant and the earth itself shall be thine, to have and to hold.
What is your ‘civilization and progress’ if its only outcome is hysteria and downgoing?
What is ‘government and law’ if their ripened harvests are men without sap?
What are ‘religions and literatures’ if their grandest productions are hordes of faithful slaves?
What is ‘evolution and culture’ if their dead-sea-fruit is a caitiff race, with rotteness in its bones.
…………………….
All ethics, politics and philosophies are pure assumptions,
built upon assumptions. They rest on no sure basis. They are but
shadowy castles-in-the-air erected by day-dreamers, or by rogues,
upon nursery fables. It is time they were firmly planted upon an
enduring foundation. This can never be accomplished until the
racial mind has first been thoroughly cleansed and drastically
disinfected of its depraved, alien, and demoralizing concepts of
right and wrong. In no human brain can sufficient space be found,
for the relentless logic of hard fact, until all pre-existent delusions
have been finally annihilated. Half measures are of no avail, we
must go down to the very roots and tear them out, even to the last
fibre. We must be, like nature, hard, cruel, relentless.
…………………….
In nature the wages of sin is always death. Nature does not
love the wrong-doer, but endeavors in every possible way to
destroy him. Her curse is on the brow of the ‘meek and lowly.’ Her
blessing is on the very hearts’ blood of the strong and the brave.
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I am going to order this book. However those men who do not have physical prowess have developed intelligence and cunning and have become snidey fuckers. Those men run the world and use men with physical prowess to fight their battles for them.
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“Then what’s the use of dreaming dreams, that each shall get his own
By forceless votes of meek-eyed thralls, who blindly sweat and moan?”
Shoot, sound like the Obama voters!
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Lichthof when the author says might, he really means power, so that encompasses both physical violence/conflict aswell as using intelligence and smarts to gain influence
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i remember having a nauseous feeling in my stomach after reading just a handful of quotes from might is right for the first time….the truth hits hard
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So true. Big and bold gets the vag and heart.
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Hm… how then to explain that history’s greatest puxxy ravishers had been anorexic Chopin, obese Balzac, fugly Wagner, plump & fat alcoholic Theodore Dreiser, …. It’s status & charisma, not the physique (primarily- if one is without either, good body shape is certainly better than nothing).
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How do we know those were the greatest ravishers? Those kinds are not what you see being successful at the night club, in class, at work, in other gatherings. They appear in history books, yes. But there must have been other successful men in their time, unknown to history. What about men with looks, like Clark Gable? And people who weren’t famous but who had the looks, like they did?
Of course status and charisma weigh in, though. What you lack in one aspect may be compensated for in other aspects. It’s been said many times in PUA circles, but it is worth saying again: the four factors are Looks, Personality, Money and Social Status.
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Those men are from the tiny slice of space and time that is civilisation. Created by legions of betas in hopes for a better life than serving a man who could outpunch them. Women prefer the physique as an element of genetic fitness, but charisma is actually a more reliable guarantor. Deflecting wrath is more economical than delivering it.
Like this guy.
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/newstopics/howaboutthat/11508271/40-children-by-20-mothers-the-feckless-father-who-insists-God-says-go-forth-and-multiply.html
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lozlzolzozl on so many levels: http://www.cnn.com/2015/03/31/politics/trevor-noah-the-daily-show-jon-stewart-jews-israel-women/index.html
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Is he black or Obama black?
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AFAIK, white father, Xhosa mother. Somewhat better upbringing than mudsharking mostly absentee single mom.
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You gotta love Mexico and their cis-gender chauvinistic misogynistic patriarchal nazi commercials
“You have to watch more boxing” lolzolzozlzozl
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“Even when the bad man hasn’t won a woman’s flesh, he is victorious in her heart and secret thoughts.”
how romantic
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Back when I was truly blue-pill, I worked for an American Investment bank in London as an internal management consultant. I had a colleague who was female, 25 , maybe a five, and moonlighted as a stand-up comedian in hip London clubs. She knew that my outside pursuits included being a Karate Instructor. She had some hots for me, but I was very married back then.
Now this girl was a rad-fem of femmes, very wimmenz power.She had been pursued by a guy in our Scottish office, keeping him at arms length. So she comes in Monday after the weekend. Says that she gave up the pussy to this guy. Said that this guy was “like you” (martial artist). Difference was this guy was Judo.
Tells me that he got her into his bedroom and then “judo-flipped me on to my back in the middle of his bed”. Said “it was the sexiest thing a man has every done to me”. Tells me “I knew he was a real man and gave him everything he wanted, there was no point in messing around”.
She then spent 6 months of weekends in Scotland, travelling from London on her own dime, getting her brains banged out.
Physical prowess.
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Keep her on edge- always. Being April Fools, I called up my wife this afternoon : ” we need to talk, I don’t know how to say this, but I wanted to tell you in person this morning but there wasn’t time; I’m leaving you ( pregnant pause)…for a cult. ” Then I said” April Fools”.. She laughs/ giggles and I followed up with ” enjoy the day babe” – hanging up immediately afterwards.
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Hah, awesome!
I didn’t fool anyone today, but I came up with a great joke last year about changed requirements, that fooled a lot of people at work when I sent it out as an email. I can’t tell it here unfortunately, it is too specific. But it was something that sounded pseudo-scientific. Like when you tell people, “every equinox the poles change place”. I have never had anyone call BS on that one, they always think it could be true, somehow.
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“I’m surprised more arranged marriages don’t fail for this reason.”
GAHAHAHAHAH!!!! Gives new meaning to “go jump in a river”! Really, this is too sad 😦
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Here’s Henrik Ibsen back in 1892:
http://www.gutenberg.org/files/4070/4070-h/4070-h.htm
SOLNESS. [Leaning against the table.] In the sagas—. Have you read any of the old sagas?
HILDA. Oh yes! When I used to read books, I—
SOLNESS. In the sagas you read about vikings, who sailed to foreign lands, and plundered and burned and killed men—
HILDA. And carried off women—
SOLNESS. —and kept them in captivity—
HILDA. —took them home in their ships—
SOLNESS. —and behaved to them like—like the very worst of trolls.
HILDA. [Looks straight before her, with a half-veiled look.] I think that must have been thrilling.
SOLNESS. [With a short, deep laugh.] To carry off women, eh?
HILDA. To be carried off.
SOLNESS. [Looks at her a moment.] Oh, indeed.
HILDA. [As if breaking the thread of the conversation.] But what made you speak of these vikings, Mr. Solness?
SOLNESS. Why, those fellows must have had robust consciences, if you like! When they got home again, they could eat and drink, and be as happy as children. And the women, too! They often would not leave them on any account. Can you understand that, Hilda?
HILDA. Those women I can understand exceedingly well.
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Sublime.
For a little fun at home, give a girlfriend a t-shirt to wear, where you have already made some small holes in the front, one above the other in chest height. She’ll first think you’re tacky for giving her a worn t-shirt. But later you throw her down on the bed and rip the t-shirt open.
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Pre-perforate? Brah, do you even lift?
😉
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Despite the poetry – and the gifts of mace – your just a boostier ripper after all.
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Yes, Greg. I have lifted for years now. That little practical tip is to assure that you can rip it open in one swift stroke. You can try a few times and see that it doesn’t always work.
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Despite the poetry – and the gifts of mace – your just a boostier ripper after all.
Aww, poor little coward socialist Christian, you don’t dare write with your username. LOL Poor little Elmer. Such a typical keyboard jockey: you KBJs always use any information someone gives about his real life, anything practical he mentions about game or things related to it, to attack, and thereby contribute to silencing a manosphere forum’s lifeblood, the sharing of real-life experiences. You do that because you are far removed from game. You have nothing to do with it. You only have your little pet ideology to blabber about. That, and trying to “win” the thread, by declaring how far above any explained tip or method you are.
Pathetic. You KBJs have nothing to do with the manosphere, you are like those who always show up in newly formed political movements to exploit them as a platform for your blather, then run away as soon as there is any practical work to be done. You can never take part in discussions about the practical, especially not if it involves having a social life.
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Ah, I meant Earl of course. Never mind, your name is of no consequence.
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Keyboard jockeys always attack any practical advice, any discussion of specifics. That is their way to “win” threads, by declaring how they don’t need any of that, they only need to “be alpha”.
Your catalog of retorts are thin as your girlfriends shirt.
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Alas, another jest fallen flat…
… and I even went to the trouble of putting in the smiley icon… sigh.
Oh, the shame of it all!
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All you need for women is a knife and a van.
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Works a treat with their panties as well, rip em in two from the front…
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Yeah. I would say girls like this so much that when they disappear or break up with you or test you, they want to know that they have that feeling (b/c they lose it somehow usually from overly betaness)
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Might is Right should be mandatory reading for every white man. Related, I was on a date years ago with a woman who was my height. 5 11 or so and a model. She bluntly stated that she didn’t think I was strong enough to pick her up. I grabbed her and easily threw her over my shoulder then carried her to my room and threw her on the bed. She ripped her clothes off w such speed that her panties nearly put a hole in my wall.
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Might really does make right. Im a very strong rugged guy so ,whenever my woman acts all emotional or bitchy, Ill run over and grab her by the waist and lift her right off the ground and swing her around – then place her back down. It has a great calming effect on her and usually nips the drama in the bud.
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hahhahaahahahah
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– and THAT’S the most insightful comment you’ve ever posted here.
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what i tell real shit you cant hear about on the news
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Also in the US, we get to see naggers for what they are from day one. A casual glance at the local news virtually anywhere in the country shows a parade of orcs raping murdering and robbing their way through life. No amount of magical nagger brainwashing from Eskimos in Hollywood can change that. In Europe that is not the case. No significant population of naggers means that the only exposure most euros have to them ahead of time is the fairytale version. Prime example, my friends German wife insisted that he take her to see the ghetto in Houston. Just a few days off the plane she was expecting to see a street party with brilliant creative magical naggers fighting oppression while advancing civilization. He took her just after dark. When she finally stopped weeping in fear she admitted that she might have been wrong.
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well i told before bout my girlfriend telling people i kidnapped her and shit
yea it might be the dream of some guy wants that ass so much put the freedom and life on the line for it
must be why my wife still calling i went down and did get her he he he
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more dudes have died and been in prison over that bitch than died in world war two
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Some may find it instructive to leave a full-size pistol (partial to Beretta M9A1, at the moment) on the dresser or bedside table, in full view. A Mossberg or carbine leaning in the corner has the same result. Liberal women, in particular the anti-gunners, seem to find this quite thrilling.
But then I’m older, with two surgical shoulders (one is strapped together with metal), so hoisting a chick over my shoulder isn’t as much fun as it was a couple of years ago.
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You got blown up?!?!?! Glad to hear you survived!
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I leave a 12 Gauge in the corner and a 9mm on the night table – I pity any fucker breaking into my house
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Physically lifting a woman and throwing her a few feet onto a bed or sofa makes her giggle and squeal like a little girl 100% of the time. Chicks love displays of physical force, though most have been so feministed that they will not admit it.
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“Physically lifting a woman and throwing her a few feet onto a bed or sofa makes her giggle and squeal like a little girl 100% of the time. Chicks love displays of physical force, though most have been so feministed that they will not admit it.”
Ya! But i had a bit of troubles tossisnzgz your mom!!!
lzozozozozo
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Having troublezzzz – Call Arbbie – Hero of the Manosphere and purveyor of perforated panties … He’s a weight lifter, ya know
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so my 110 pound girl got jumped in jail and beat by 5 of what could be obamas daughters
so now she is in solitary for safety
they were really trying to push her back in to the block said she laid on floor wanted to go to solitary
they really need to segregate jails shit
course it wont make the news and prob happens couple thousand times a day across the land of the free
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“O young Lochinvar is come out of the west,
Through all the wide Border his steed was the best;
And save his good broadsword he weapons had none,
He rode all unarm’d, and he rode all alone.
So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war,
There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
He staid not for brake, and he stopp’d not for stone,
He swam the Eske river where ford there was none;
But ere he alighted at Netherby gate,
The bride had consented, the gallant came late:
For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war,
Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
So boldly he enter’d the Netherby Hall,
Among bride’s-men, and kinsmen, and brothers and all:
Then spoke the bride’s father, his hand on his sword,
(For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word,)
“O come ye in peace here, or come ye in war,
Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar?”
“I long woo’d your daughter, my suit you denied; —
Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide —
And now I am come, with this lost love of mine,
To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine.
There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far,
That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.”
The bride kiss’d the goblet: the knight took it up,
He quaff’d off the wine, and he threw down the cup.
She look’d down to blush, and she look’d up to sigh,
With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye.
He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar, —
“Now tread we a measure!” said young Lochinvar.
So stately his form, and so lovely her face,
That never a hall such a gailiard did grace;
While her mother did fret, and her father did fume
And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume;
And the bride-maidens whisper’d, “’twere better by far
To have match’d our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.”
One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear,
When they reach’d the hall-door, and the charger stood near;
So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung,
So light to the saddle before her he sprung!
“She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur;
They’ll have fleet steeds that follow,” quoth young Lochinvar.
There was mounting ‘mong Graemes of the Netherby clan;
Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran:
There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee,
But the lost bride of Netherby ne’er did they see.
So daring in love, and so dauntless in war,
Have ye e’er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar? ”
Sir Walter Scott
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[…] Reader Ronery No Mo honors one of history’s greatest, and pseudonymous, realtalkers, Ragnar Redbeard. […]
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I see you have some admirable reasoning abilities. However, what’s not admirable is the use of the highest virtue (reasoning) in order to indulge in animalistic pleasures. Frankly, you have been rendered myopic by your obsession with alpha/beta categorizations and are unable to apply your exceptional reasoning and insight abilities towards something of actual value. Why do you chase after sex and affection so adamantly? Rhetorical question! It’s because it makes you feel good, it makes you feel important, it reduces your suffering. Protects your fragile ego.
In other words.. The Great Alpha as you have painted him.. Is still just pandering to his base desires.. Completely enslaved by them. Even if you lead the herd, you are still part of the herd.. still just an animal.
Is it not logical to propose that the most alpha man is the man who suffers the least? Even if he has never touched a woman? Just because you appear strong in the eyes of a woman, doesn’t make you strong.
I will describe the characteristics of a truly great man to you: this True Man needs nothing, he is never bored, he is unaffected by praise or blame, gain or loss, life or death. He has conquered his delusional desires and resides in a state of perfection which is beyond purpose and meaning. This man is a Conqueror.. And is infinitely superior to the “alphas” you speak of.
Now.. Wouldn’t you say the perfection of reasoning is a more worthy goal than burying your shaft in a breathing bag of ignorance?
Quit wasting your time!
I’d love to hear your response. Although, when I speak my truths, even the greatest “alphas” are seen running for cover. My statements are based on flawless, untouchable logic. Please, try me. It’s not often I get to flex my wisdom muscles!
“If one man conquer in battle a thousand times a thousand men, and if another conquer himself, he is the greatest of conquerors.”
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