The words my dude, just give off the feeling of unintended comedy.
I don’t believe in a God because I’m a smart boy with nice fancy pants and a leather jacket.
Holy fucking shit.
He sees into a mirror reflecting back his own self delusional image of himself.
A man in leather jacket leaning against the side of his bathroom door. He casts a shadow of false spells with in his own mind. Inwardly he smells his own bullshit and calls it….the essence of man.
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No. NO.
It isn’t so common anymore. I thirst for it. I hunger for it. I find it not readily available any longer in every day conversations or in rhetorical play and argumentations infused in converstions.
True Dialectical dialogs are lost art. Few able to enter into or traverse the landscape of the deep seated truths old and common lingo of social ingrained knowledge of male roles within groups.
There are those that lead the group by right of being the faster ones to race to the top. They had carry themselves as so. They accept the responsibility of the roles. There are those that stand in second and center. They back the leadership by instinct and the nesssessity of the groups survival of the day or the need to get the project done on a timely manner. Bills have to be paid and time is a costly thing.
The fools. The fools of these modern times think to explain away the realities of the
social male hierarchy
or
Social sexual hierarchy.
To deny hierarchy is to deny the truth of leaders rising up with the archetypes fitting of strength excellence and masculine supremacy.
To deny the alpha is deny the Chad. Is to deny your Boss that fought to his position over the competition that was against him.
Oh my soul be moans such elementary false statements of supremely ill conceived notions of non existence of leadership within groups or group dynamics of hierarchy still existing today….
Men built this fucking world, bitch. Mother fuck-ah in reality we still rule it because we take the risks and suffer the most to get shit done keep shit moving. Men in groups evolved within group hierarchies to achieve the brilliance and wonderful present modern age we enjoy now in the first fucking world. No. Fuck it. In even in the second world and every other shit hole men still run shit.
Bitch.
My source to you being a Gamma is your fucking behavior in how act in relation to the fucking words I’m spitting toward you bitch mother fucka. You come at me with your dick out, bitch I’m coming at you with my fucking samurai sword.
You want the smoke I’m done. I enjoy every minute of the conflict.
Don’t come at me with that this scientist said this and this disproves your hypothesis that your not attracted to shorties you really want to fuck your mother?!
Fuck your bought and paid for bullshit wizard scientists.
I ain’t a Alpha. You dumb mother fucka. I’m an American Highlander. I cew on Iron and I spit out bullets. If you need me to explain it further then your to short and fucked out of luck for me.
Like I’m going to take the opinion of a person that NEVER answered my point and then kept going on a mutual circle jerk with a person that ran like a craven fucking coward the moment she tried coming at me
Which is my last point. You are nothing more than an idiotic faux intellectual Fucktard bully that thought he’d found an easy target in MGTOW that got massively butthurt and STOPPED when he found out that wasn’t the case
Take your projections shove them up your ass. YOU chose to post what you posted so deal with the consequences little boy
I’m dropping my poetry album later this year. I damn near pissed myself laughing at his enraged reply to a comment I made one fucking year ago. The dude has red pill blog were he complains about females and other shit.
Alrighty…Long story short. I’m working on finishing Blue Technomancer and it’s going to take me more then a minute before I can get on to thinking about where I want the blog to go. I’m up to 24 episodes and I’m a long way from being done. The story spans several years and I’m testing my limits with new techniques. I’m having to fun of time to stop writing on it. When I finish it might be 50+ episodes.
And I have eyes on the raising gas and food prices. The kicker will come when people no longer are concerned about the big screen Oled TV but finding food or growing it at their apartment.
It is what it is…..The West (Clown World) is fucking with Russia because the reasons justify the people at the bottom suffering.. Everybody at the bottom are in for conflict. Right now it’s tight. It will get worse and people will have go through real survival in the west….again.
My thoughts….I am a man and a survivor so the times don’t move me like it did five years ago. Let alone during 2020.
I don’t say all this to be a beta bitch trying to scare you. I say….. Act with intelligence and be courageous because there is no other option.
There really isn’t no other option in my mind. All I have to do is look back at the play book of people that did it in the past and my own and take notes and take action.
That said I started out this year with with several goals. One of those goals is to make more money…..
I have already succeeded in that goal twice over. The challenge now is fast can I get to 12 grand a week? I’m not there yet but I know there is a cheat code I’m missing that will work for me.
We don’t believe or follow the modern ways of things. We are La Rue. We have our own way. It is the duty of a La Rue to carry on the Legacy, heritage and traditions of our tribe. You will be required to add on to our legend and advance the legacy of our story to the next generation to come. Once you set about this course there is no turning back. Welcome to the tribe..
chorus: My whole life has changed Since you came in I knew back then You were that special one I’m so in love, so deep in love You made my life complete You are so sweet No one competes Glad you came into my life You blind me with your love With you I am in sight
You never realize something is weird as fuck or dumb as fuck to hear until you aren’t in the category of it.
Girl, you opened me I’m wide open And I’m doing things, I never do But I feel so good, I feel so good Why’d it take so long me finding you This is my story And I’m telling you It’s not fiction It’s truely a fact Without you right here having my back I really don’t know just where I’d be
The Princes’ Bride is one of my favorite movies has down sense I was a kid. Still a movie that holds up and has me generally thrilled and smiling at the comedy, charm and action sword fight scenes.
The man in black. My favorite hero. My favorite color.
But the battle of wits
I keep watching this scene a lot lately. I love it. Almost as much about as the sword fight. The battle against a Gamma for the prize of a female.
The archetypes my dude.
The Sigma “Lone wolf”
The Gamma “smart talking dumbass”
The battle with a dude that can’t admit he’s not as smart as he thinks he is and he’s a fucking dumbass for waging his life on whether you can guess where the poison is.
All the signs. He talks to damn much.
The man in black didn’t lie. He said, guess where the poison is. Decide and we both drink.
Out of the three. The skilled fencer. The giant. The sneaky smart talking schemer is the one that dies.
It goes to show the saying is true for all times. Never take a bet against a lone wolf and always bet on black.
Days Gone Dogg 