Your Word

Real men live and die by their word.

This is a part of why I cannot consider myself a PUA or the like. They have a tendency to cockblock, to backstab each other, to steal other's women, etc.

What it comes down to is: you cannot trust them. I would not trust my kid sister alone with one of these types for five minutes. I would not trust them to leave my girlfriend alone. I would not trust them to leave my fiancé alone. I would not trust them to leave my wife alone. These are all behaviours exhibited by PUAs, explicitly stated in the book: The Game. The PUAs did all these things to a T.

Loyalty and reliability are what distinguishes us men from women - we know how loyal and reliable many women can be. Most especially if you've been frivorced.

These days many men are like women: wishy-washy, complaining, and unreliable. I can count on one hand the number of men that I would rely upon to come and get me out of a jam, say if I'd had my car break down in a really bad part of town.

In contrast take for example: dannyfrom504. The reason that he was "ousted" from the friendship of several people was because he turned out to be unreliable. He made promises he didn't deliver on, he left them in the lurch when things got difficult, and he bothered the girlfriend of one of them in an effort to break them up and get in bed with her.

This is fairly typical PUA behaviour as exemplified in The Game.

This is not manly. It's the pathetic, unmanly behaviour of the criminal/scum class of society. Unfortunately the class that degenerate women have their years of fun with, before "settling" with other men who aren't so attractive yet are more reliable. Even if relatively boring.

So ask yourself: are you a man of your word?

All Men Need

We men are very simple creatures. We need only three things out of life:

Sex

Sleep

Food

Strange that most women can't seem to understand that.

Another Day, Another Dollar

Yes indeed, the quiet undercurrent of the tired-at-soul salary man with a wife and children.

I do like the guy. He's blue-pill as anything, of course.

Yet still, there is that undercurrent of discontent. The feeling that there is more out there. More than what he's getting, better than what he's getting.

The discontent of the Blue Pill masses is starting to slowly bubble and ferment? Perhaps.

It's 2014. A while ago I thought that by 2020 there would be some massive social backlashes starting - a friend thinks 2017. Only three years away - time to get some passive income sorted, another business going, etc.

I'm writing a book. Not one that is overtly manospherian. Think something along the lines of: "You Are Not As Smart As You Think" (an exceptional book btw). I didn't want to do something like a "Best of BlackPoisonSoul" because it's all been done already by people far more eloquent and polished than I.

Three years to get it done. Well, we'll see.

Women's Freedom

Women are now as free as men. Free to be industrialised drones, interchangeable cogs in an automated machine of pointless misery, just as we men are.

Be proud. Be very, very proud. You have achieved what you wanted - yet now you have it, is it truly what you want to do with your whole life?

But then: I'm happy. I no longer have to be a desperate slave to keep a woman and children going. I only need to keep myself going. That's far easier.

Welcome to the machine, oiled with the black poison of human desperation and sweat.

Shedding A Skin

As I travel through Thailand and Laos, I am slowly shedding a skin.

The skin is called "I can't" and it has been wrapped around everybody from birth. So tightly that 99% of people do not realise that it is there.

Here are some common symptoms:

I can't talk to that girl.

I can't ask her out.

I can't fly to another country.

I can't have fun when I don't speak the language well.

I can't...I can't...I can't...

Yes, the temperature here the last two days has been brutal. And yes, it's difficult for me to function when the heat-index is around 49C degrees.

That said, I've done a bit of dancing with some women - both local dance and simple Ceroc steps. I've talked with some women, no matter that the degree of communication varies. I've had a few language lessons from some women too.

I've been approached by ladyboys (hahaha!) and had both grown women and young teenage girls say that they love me (the latter made me smile). While dancing with a group of women, one of them pointed out another and said in broken English: "Is she beautiful?" I said: "Yes, she is beautiful." Then made a shhhhh sound with my finger in front of my lips - the entire group of us broke into giggles like a bunch of little children.

The Thai people where I was like talking with others, especially the women. (Matchmaking!) It helped that I had a huge introduction, a friend is an English language teacher. Him and his wife and family and friends showed me around in style - which is to say, I did things like visit ruins and temples and ate fried crickets and boiled silkworms and attended two weddings: one Thai and one Mormon (how a Thai became a Mormon is an epic story in itself) and ate local food and danced.

Even when interacting with shop attendants, saying hello and thank you in Thai makes them smile. When they say "26 baht" and you say "gee-sip whoa baht, karap" their eyes light up. You've at least made minimal effort. Even broken Thai can make them giggle, which is hella fun by itself. Asking someone their name ("Khoun chiu arai karap") or nickname ("Khoun chiu-len arai karap") will make them break out in a wide smile. "Aroi mai ka" - "Aroi karap" or "Aroi maat karap" - "is it delicious?" "Yes delicious", or "very delicious".

Note that saying "Jim" in a rising tone is a filthy word. Just saying, so be careful, eh?

Slowly, with a bit of effort, a skin is being shed. A skin that I knew I had, consciously, since I swallowed the Red Pill. One that I found difficult to remove.

The process is fun.

Woman's Bad Behaviour - Thailand Edition

Thought that I'd quickly put this up as an illustration that Thai girls are just as repulsed by Beta behavior as Western girls are. And can be just as badly behaved as Western girls too.

Been in a van driving around half the day, a friend of a friend has been having a snit-fit with his Thai girlfriend most of the day in the seat beside me. He's from Liverpool, all through his accent. Flashforward to evening and we're in an Irish pub in Udon Thani (not sure if that's the right spelling - and all this way for an Irish fucking pub right, hahaha).

Conversation flows in a mix of Thai and English, then girlfriend mentions that her phone is broken. Turns out that he'd been about to have a shower and she threw her phone at his back in a fit of temper - it hit the floor (tile) and bust the screen. About 7,000 baht to fix the broken screen, or 30,000 baht to replace the whole phone and she's demanding that he pay for it, and she wants a Galaxy S5 instread of her current S4.

Nasty temper: check. Physical violence with her boyfriend: check. Acting out: check. Trying to get the pussy-pass from a bunch of Western men: check. Entitled attitude: check. Doesn't take personal responsibility for her actions: check.

Pussy Beta boyfriend agrees to pay: check check check.

You could see and hear the anger and discontent from her, even when she was speaking in Thai. Almost laughable - I told him that he takes way too much shit from his girl, he shrugged it off. Beta to the bone.

You broke it, you fucking fix it, bitch.

At any rate - getting a Thai (or other foreign) girlfriend doesn't leave you on the road to easy street. There is divorce here too, and it is used. No matter where you are in this world you still need to be a man. Otherwise she will still be discontented.

Is The Manosphere A Cult

Humans have a tendency to naturally group together, possibly because it was essential for survival in our primitive past. Thus starting at family groups, tribes, villages, towns, cities (what's next - perhaps arcologies and megacities, possibly larger if we ever get our asses off this planet in significant numbers).

There are smaller groups too, where we become members of: friends, gangs, clubs, gyms, organisations, churches, movements (transhumanism anybody?), communities (LGBT), chuck out there whatever you choose. It can be a specific community of immigrants, like-minded individuals, cults, etc etc (Scientology and Jim Jones) - the relatively benign and the toxic, when you're in the middle of it it can be hard to see the path things have taken.

Thing is that we don't necessarily choose our groups with care. Your friends were probably chosen from a bunch of people who irritated you the least. If you're in a gun-owners association, well, you probably avoid the crazies. If you're a gym-rat you probably aren't out there getting pissed as a newt every Friday through Sunday.

Of couse, this doesn't necessarily mean that we are the smartest at choosing the groups that we hang around with. Many of the people effectively come into our lives by default, without some thought of their fitness as friends. And there are obviously some real weirdos in any group!

So my question: is the Manosphere a cult

It espouses some good things, mostly self-improvement and taking action to get what you want.

Yet there is a lot of toxic thinking here also, mostly in the form of unthinking sycophantism and reflexive hatred. (Yes, despising feminism and it's mindset and actions and the like is a form of hatred.)

Like most things in life, the Manosphere probably comes by default to certain types of men in certain situations. We don't necessarily exercise good judgement in what we take in - hell, just look at the suicide of the 39 members in the Heavens Gate cult in 1997.

As men, we try to seek truth. We try to figure out what the hell is up with the world. We try to look at the hard and painful things in life. That includes taking a good hard look at ourselves - at the Manosphere as a whole - and deciding if we are exhibiting some mindless, self-destructive cult-like symptoms.

In some ways we do seem to. Yet in my somewhat-reasoned opinion there is a lot of good to be found here as well.

Laughter of the Damned

Aurini did an experiment with Tinder, which leaves him laughing to avoid crying.

I have done a similar experiment with Tinder. In Thailand. Yes, Thai girls use tinder. EVERY place in the world uses Tinder.

Thailand is so full of attention-whores that my contact (a Thai teacher) mentioned that they are bummed because they are now only the #2 place in the world for self-shots on Instagram. Thailand is rife with credentialism gone mad. You'd better have at least High School if you want to have the slightest hope of getting even the most menial of jobs - university preferred (7/11 cashier). There is such a glut of people.

I wonder how much of them is basically bum-fluff.

That said though, the Thai people that I've met have invariably been polite, happy, and smiling. There is very much a "she'll be right" make-do attitude here. And I've been here for Songkran: the Thai New Year, which is basically a three-day country-wide water-fight. Sitting in the back of a ute with a large plastic cup, two large barrels of water, and throwing it at everyone and anyone is a flat-out blast.

Poor Aurini.

Yes indeed, laugh uproariously as you cry inside at the dehumanising of yourself. All those around you are similarly laughing, inside crying. In a world when sending the following to your Tinder match:

sit on my face

And even:

8=======D~~~~~~~~

Is considered normal, acceptable, expected – instead of creepy and fucked up. A world where you have to deliberately misspell, not use punctuation, contract everything, bend the girl over and use her in every orifice like the most degraded of whores.

This? This is normal?

Listen closer to the laughing. Is it laughing? Or really staccato, choked screaming at the horror of what we have done to our souls? It is our pain trying to escape, yet we won’t let it. We cannot be seen to reveal that much of our inner self. That primal scream must be choked off at the source, transformed into the laughter of the damned.

Peace my brother. Peace, and enjoy the decline.

This world is so steeped in poison. Harlan Ellison once wrote a short story titled: I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream. I must laugh also, the laughter of the damned. I choose to silence my scream.

The Truth Will Piss You Off

Think about it.

You first came here, into this twisted and fucked up corner of the internet, because something just didn't jibe in your life. Something went ratshit wrong to the point where you absolutely had to find some sort of fucking answer to what the fuck is going on.

You coulda got cheated on, dumped, treated like shit, divorced, whatever - all for no apparant reason.

You're confused as fuck, you're reading all this shit about how men and women actually interact versus how you were told how they should interact - and now you're pissed off about it.

Really pissed off.

At us, yourself, the girls, the guys, the lies you were told, the world, every cunt in it, the whole fucking shebang.

Go ahead. Be pissed off. You got a right. In fact, the more pissed off you are, the better. The faster you get through all that crap, digest it, shit it out, the better. The faster you'll heal.

The faster you can then get on track and do something better with your life than having to deal with this shit. Get over the sickness, get on with your next stage in life, go have some fun.

Life is too enjoyable to hang around the gloomy shitbags and pissheads crying into their beer in self-misery as they whine about what happened to them. It's as annoying as fuck listening to someone whose constantly miserable. Hell, life is too enjoyable to be too miserable about it all. You've got one fucking shot at it, enjoy it without destroying yourself in the process. Be content and happy too, as best you can - or work towards that.

Yeah, you might not be able to manage that at this stage of your life, for whatever reason: alimony, crushing debt, child payments, child responsibility, that sort of thing. Keep hunting around out here. There are sites who offer advice upon dealing with them.

In all cases (including and especially this blog!) read it thoroughly and think about it thoroughly. Things probably won't fit your circumstances exactly. You're curious and inventive or you wouldn't be here. Tweak things and make them fit: that's what we men have done for tens of thousands of years. It's how we went from toolless scavengers and gatherers to flint tools to the plough, irrigation, building, the wheel, carts, automobiles, and up to atom bombs.

Please continue to get pissed off - it's how you know that you've found a fundamental truth. Nothing else hurts so fucking much that getting angry with it is a temporary coping response.

Good luck with your hunting and repairing your life.

More Drama

I am becoming less enchanted with the Manosphere as a whole as more and more drama is generated within it.

Whether it is the BS going on about DannyFrom504, Matt Forney's troubles with SunShineMary, or the crap going on with Tucker Max ripping off Danger & Play's articles for money. I'm seeing more and more fucking drama going on.

I came to Thailand for a fucking holiday break, to clear my head. Back home in New Zealand there's goddamn cyclones going down, and the one hour that I poke my head into the Manosphere to check it's pulse: hellooooo?

WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON WITH YOU LOT? WHEN DID YOU BECOME DRAMA QUEENS?

In fact, who let these cunts in the door?

I'll admit to having been fooled by DannyFrom504.

I rather liked In Mala Fide. Pity because it seems that something weird has happened and Matt Forney is imploding.

Danger & Play - I have full understanding for him being pissed off. I'll speak up and say it now: I wish that the other Manosphere guys had supported you better. I know why they didn't of course: to them Tucker Max is an Oracle, one of the people in The Game, the Holy Bible of the Player. Pity that that is all fucked up anyway (as per my previous PUA Is Broken post).

It is pathetically wishful thinking that this small blog would have any effect on this situation. Yet still:

Fuck me, what's wrong with some people. Danger & Play is right: they're too busy squabbling around. What the fuck are they doing with themselves? Don't they have something better to occupy their minds with, like working on their bodies and lives?

Obviously fucking not. If they had something meaningful they wouldn't have the time to be playing drama-queen games of he-said-she-said snipe-snipe-snipe. They'd actually be improving themselves and getting their next million or road-trip or whatever together.

Too many mangina's with a voice in the fucking Manosphere. You can tell by all the fucking sniping and screeching and bullshit.