Seduction Tip: Hot and Cold

In my recent reading I came across an interesting tip. In the initial stages of a conversation, you disagree with her. This creates tension and conflict. Remember, women love drama, otherwise you could score consistently just by saying, "I'm a man, you're a woman, we both like sex, so let's #@%." By disagreeing with her, you also show that you're not some mealy mouth butt kisser agreeing with everything she says because you're desperate for her approval.

Later in the conversation begin to agree with her. The impression you want to create is that she is "winning you over." This helps to relieve tension, and it also flatters her, in that it shows her persuasiveness and the influence she has on people.

I have seen other master pickup artists refer to this as "push/pull." The man's mind is utilitarian, focused on logic. Male thoughts move in a direct line from point A to pint B. The woman's mind is based on emotion, interaction, and I'm tempted to add, crazy-ass circles. Rather than being consistently and doggedly nice, open, interested, and so on, charging along in a straight line, the ability to run hot and cold, to push and pull, running from challenging, to indifferent, to teasing, to affectionate creates the emotional high that women crave and would more easily get if they just cut the crap and did heroin.

Christianity’s Dumbass Critics

I can’t write the previous post without adding this one. It was really tough for me when one day I had to ask myself the question, “Am I a Christian?” When I realized the answer was no, it scared me. I grew up as a child steeped in church doctrine, and the self-confession I had just made was the sort of thing that sent a person screaming to hell.

I’ve been left on my own, wondering “What’s next?” I feel that there is a criticism of Christianity to be made, but I don’t want to join the list of bitter, empty critics who are simply piling on.

Here is a list of criticisms to Christianity that miss the mark.

1. Atheists. It should be obvious that the incredible complexity we see is not the result of random processes. If the world’s greatest scientists cannot assemble a single living cell even with the most advanced technology, how in the hell does a living cell assemble itself from inorganic material (i.e. dirt and water)? Furthermore, how does this newly generated cell replicate itself?

Most atheists don’t really live as if they believe themselves, like the atheist co-worker who was convinced that she would die and be forever extinct like a cat. If that were true, you wouldn’t be a school teacher in Fresno California. If Howard Stern really believed there were no afterlife, he wouldn’t have been rejecting hot chicks and playmates to stay with his wife.

An agnostic is just the theological equivalent of an “independent,” a person without the guts to own up to his convictions.

2. Christian Haters. If the Anti-Christ arrives, he’s going to have to work awfully hard to outdo Dawkins and a whole horde of Christian-hating nihilists. (I can imagine an anti-Christian zealot saying, “Excuse me, Mr. Anti-Christ, take a number and get in line; I’m still dancing on Jerry Falwell’s grave.”)

The attempt to portray Christians as fascists, book burners, and clinic bombers just isn’t going to fly. Okay, so you don’t think drinking, dancing, or flare pants, are sins, don’t try to scare the kids with images of Krystalnacht. The beauty of Christians is that you can flip them off and they’ll still risk their lives trying to pull your ass out of a burning building. Try that with the Carl Sagan crowd.

3. The Clueless. These people are so hip and fancy themselves as total free agents, only they wind up at exactly the same spot as Christians. They scoff at the Christian prudes who don’t like porn –the clueless don’t like porn because it degrades women. They scoff at Christian notions of chastity –the clueless sleep around and then get married just like every other Christian. The clueless are snickering at “dumb” Christians, and yet they buy into every single assumption a middle class Christian makes, so aside from a tattoo and the occasional joint, they are both working 9-5, saving for retirement, getting into debt, marrying and getting divorced.

The sad truth is that once you strip away the theology and the Biblical trivia games, Christians lead the same middle class lives, with all the attached dead-end assumptions as anyone else, including the atheists, the namby-pamby agnostics, and the too-hip-for-the-room clueless.

It’s Easter –So What?

I went with my parents to church this Sunday. I know how important it is to them, so I go, plus it gives me the chance to spend some time with them. The church was definitely upper middle class, packed with yuppie types. It had the slickest multimedia I’ve ever seen in a church, with three large screens overhead, spotlights, a stack of TV monitors displaying graphics and professionally produced videos, and state-of-the art speakers interspersed with spotlights on overhead tracks. A full band packed with talented musicians played while the lyrics appeared on the giant screens. All of this was being filmed by multiple broadcast-quality cameras, overseen from a mixing board at the back. This church was ready for prime time.

The sermon was written in advance and printed out on sheets that the minster read as he sat at a chair. The message had four key ideas taken from John 3:16. There was no shouting or T. D. Jakes pimp suits. The minister was well-dressed, articulate, and personable. And I’m guessing, but he’s probably richer than Croesus.

I had the overwhelming feeling that the service was entirely irrelevant. I quit going to church years ago when I finally decided I had better things to do with my time. I realized that if I wanted help succeeding with women, succeeding in my career, or achieving anything other than mediocrity, I was going to have to find it on my own.

The church is brimming with answers on all sorts of biblical trivia, like who the Galatians were, prophecies in Ezekiel, foot washing rituals, and my favorite –pointless Greek definitions, such as “The Greek word for ‘chair,’ ‘εβηθένξμ,’ means ‘something that is sat upon.’” True to form, the minister Sunday couldn’t help but resort to the old Greek definition filler. Please wake me when you get to the part about making money or getting laid.

The Non-White Diet

No, it's not a racial joke, but a simple diet idea --avoid white foods. If you eliminate sugar, flour, bread, potatoes, white rice, and white bread, you'll do fine. (See Tim Ferriss here.)

Reducing the amount of carbohydrates you eat (and everything white above is carbohydrates) will help you lose weight while lowering your trigylceride levels --which is a good thing, since they can cause heart disease.

A low carbohydrate diet can also reduce inflammation, which can in turn reduce your odds of getting cancer, diabetes, and heart disease.

(Both of these tidbits are from the April 2008 issue of Men's Health magazine, pages 46 and 50.)

If you're ever in the Philippines, a key to maintaining your weight is do not eat the rice. Filipinos eat white rice, and huge amounts of it, with every meal. I've seen them pile plates with mounds of rice, and the average meal is just that mound of rice and a topping, like dried fish (buwad) or vegetables. White rice is pure carbohydrate, and enough to to send a diabetic plunging like a Japanese zero into the waves. If you're not a diabetic yet, you will be.

And white rice is a nutritional vaccuum.

In Cebu, a local variety of rice is called "puso," in which rice is steamed in woven leaf packages. I've ordered one or two of the small bundles with barbecue and had Filipinos give me that quizzical "Are you kidding?" look. I guess you're supposed to order them in gargantuan quantities like every other pot-bellied Filipino.

Another option is "red rice," which is unpolished rice that has a reddish tinge to it. It's far better on diabetics and diabetics-in-training because the fiber in it slows down the glucose blood sugar spike that immediately follows eating white rice. Red rice also has some nutritional value.

Why Do Men “Go It Alone”?

Here some poor desperate chump died a hideous death when the woman he was writing to hired a hitman, who strangled him with wire and burned his body.

Listen to Your Friends, Buddy

You trust them enough to be your friends, but don’t trust them enough when they tell you the woman you're with is a scammer or an unfaithful whore?

Raymond’s friend warned him, but dumbass Ray didn’t listen. “With age doesn't necessarily come wisdom,” Ray’s friend ruefully observed. If you won’t listen to your friends, and won’t seek any help, you’ll be as goddamn ignorant at 90 as you were at 13.

Get Help, For Cryin’ Out Loud

Ray went to Brazil: Who did he ask for help? Did he get any advice about the possible dangers in Brazil?

I’m not a Brazil expert, but I know that there are huge slums in Brazil the size of large US cities. These slums are breeding grounds for some very ruthless individuals, the type of animals who make a ghetto crip look like Richard Simmons.

Why didn’t Ray take a friend? Who was he in contact when he was there? By the time anyone figured out something was wrong, Ray’s smoldering corpse would have fit neatly into an ashtray.

Stop Trying to Buy Women!

We find out that Ray “was lonely and depressed, having been dumped by a Las Vegas woman for whom he had bought expensive gifts.” Ray got dumped because of the gifts, not in spite of them. When you buy, buy, buy for women you send the unmistakable message that all you have to offer is money.

You also send the unmistakable message that you are a chump who can be played for money. Ray sent the murderous bitch in Brazil $10,000 for a skin care clinic. Then he bought her a $20,000 SUV, and she had the audacity to complain that it wasn’t fancy enough! There are galaxies smaller than the size of that red flag.

Far be it from me to speak ill of the dead, but by his actions Ray was saying, “Kill me, please.” His lack of self-respect and self-assertion were so pathetic, but he couldn’t see it. Now that you’re a charcoal briquette cooking a rat on the barbecue grill of some bastard kid in the favela, are you listening now, Ray?

This kind of #$@! pisses me off. Guys continually go it alone, and pay the consequences. I’ve done very well for myself in the Philippines, and it’s not because I’m a genius. By myself I was just as clueless as Ray and might have ended up as some sort of Auschwitz souvenir myself, except I listened to guys who knew the ropes. Every time I go to the Philippines, I listen to the guys who live there and get their advice.

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Even if it’s not from me, get help from somebody.

Learn from a Pickup Disaster in the Philippines

I just spoke with a guy we’ll call Joe this weekend, who recently returned from a trip to the Philippines.

“How was the trip?” I asked.

It took him a while to get around to letting me know, without ever saying as I am telling you now, that it was disastrous.

A Filipina here in the US had set Joseph up with her niece. So he went to Manila with the intent of contacting this girl and marrying her.

Joseph’s first complaint was that she “wouldn’t commit.” What should practically scream at you like a flaming banshee is that this sounds like a woman talking.

“I spent a lot of time waiting in the hotel for Ellie to show. Plus she had a gay brother who was escorting me and keeping me company. Once she got off work, we usually had hardly any time to see each other.”

Ellie was unaffectionate, but had asked for a cellphone.

“The maid there was very friendly, but I didn’t want to disrespect Ellie.”

This reads like a textbook example of what not to do. I am just amazed that a person could create such a monumental flop without resorting to fictional devices. This is like another single friend of mine who was writing to just one girl in the Philippines and blew it every way possible. If you’ve never been to the Philippines, why don’t you ask for help?

1. Don’t Count on One Woman

This follows my saying, “Look for one woman and you’ll get nothing; look for 2 women and you’ll get 10.” You just don’t know whether or not any one woman is going to work. I told Joseph the story of my first trip to the Philippines and how it was a total fiasco because I was going to see just one woman. If Joseph had asked me ahead of time I could have spared him.

That woman could be looking to scam you, she might be older, fatter, or uglier than in her picture, or Lord have mercy, all three. I’ve had it happen. She might look good, but not be in to you.

I’ve seen gorgeous women who look plain on the photo id’s they’re wearing! So some plain looking women online may turn out better than what you expected.

2. Don’t Advertise You Want to Get Married

First of all, you shouldn’t want to get married. I don’t care if getting married is one of the conditions of your parole –you’re just exchanging one prison for the other. When you push about getting married, it’s a turn off. Women want to marry men who don’t want to get married. If you want to get married it must mean you’re desperate. Think about it, if you were rich, young, handsome, single, and dating centerfolds, would you be in a rush to get married?

It’s smarter to hint that you want to get married, but you must be careful to find the right woman. At least act reluctant.

3. Don’t Wait for Anybody

Sitting in a hotel room is just not attractive. I don’t care if you’re an underwear model or the incarnation of Apollo, sitting on your ass in a hotel room watching “Wow Wow Wee” (It’s a huge hit show in the Philippines.) does not make you seem bold, adventurous, or motivated. I haven’t been to Manila in years, but off the top of my head I was able to rattle a half dozen places he could have gone, from beaches to museums, to zoos, to famous restaurants, parks, volcanoes, and pine covered mountains 20 degrees cooler than Manila. But because he didn’t ask, he just sat there.

4. Have Plan B (and C, D, E...)

You have to be ready and willing to let a woman go if it’s not working. Clearly this wasn’t working, but he held onto her like a starving mouse on a glue trap. Ironically, his only chance of winning her was to show independence and a confident willingness to walk.

5. Go With What’s Working

The maid may not have been the ideal woman, but that was a start. Ask her out and walk along ocean front Roxas Boulevard at night. Now you’re proactive and building your confidence. Get on the Internet and find other women. If it doesn’t work out with the maid, ask if she has female friends or relatives who would be interested in you.

If you’re just sitting there, you’ll go nowhere, but once you start to build momentum, you can break out of your rut and be successful with women in the Philippines.

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The Tipping Scam and the Beauty Industry

David Lee Roth was recently slammed for being a “fecalesque” tipper after he left a $20 bill for a $200 tab. I thought 10% was customary. Okay, let’s say it’s 15% --how much would you be willing to bet that the waitress would still bitch if she got $30?

I say, “Right on, Dave.” And “Rock on, Patriarchy.”

If payment is mandatory, then it’s not a tip. When people expect 15%, demand it, and then slime anyone who fails to cough up, then a tip is no longer a gratuity, a gesture of kindness by the customer, but a shakedown enforced by the threat of social blackmail.

I see this all the time, dating and pickup women books giving the following advice on dating a waitress: “Go to her restaurant, order a meal, and tip generously.” You think she isn’t avalanched by a pile of loose bills every time she opens the closet at home because a million other desperate chumps had the same idea, that if they threw enough money at her that she was going to recognize their existence, let alone sleep with them? This single stupid idea is enough to create a multi-million dollar industry, and a monument to desperation made by legions of slaves building a pyramid out of a mile-high pile of sweaty bills.

The waitress business is a beauty industry, and men are so amped up at the sight of a hot waitress that they will fork over big money for nothing. It’s like the Tubes song, where “you can talk to a pretty girl” ... “but it will cost you a dollar first.” As insane as it sounds, I’ve heard of women putting themselves through law school just based on tips.

I knew a waitress who was on the downhill slide, but she was still good looking. She told me that she used to work as a bartender, when she was younger and slimmer. She had huge breasts and wore low cut blouses intentionally, not by accident. Do you think that this was related to how much money she made in tips? So a blatant sex sell was going on, but you’re a Cheap Charlie if you don’t shovel money onto the table for the privilege of being in the presence of a woman who through a genetic accident happens to be good looking. As I talked with this waitress her guard would come down occasionally, and I got a glimpse of a drab who held men in contempt, viewing them as dopes who were always suckers to provide innumerable tips, free drinks, and free meals.

If you think this is misogynistic, what about the fat girl with acne? Is she going to get hired as a waitress, or is she going to be in the humid kitchen with grease in her clothes and freckles on her skin where she’s been singed by splattered oil from the deep fryer? The busboy doesn’t get a tip –he’s making minimum wage. The same thing happens with men, where the young stud works as a waiter and the gangly guy with the bad complexion is the fry cook, sort of a non-animated Sponge Bob. And I’ve seen what happens when a waitress gets old and wrinkled, and isn’t quite so hot any more.

Oh, I’m waiting for the big retort. Remember, men have to be browbeaten in order to toe the line. I’m “cheap,” I’m “scum,” I don’t appreciate the hard work waitresses do, etc. Just this weekend I was talking with a short order cook working at a truck stop who was vainly trying to get any woman to take an interest in him. Why doesn’t he get tips? One reason is that he doesn’t wear a ‘D’ cup.

Stop tipping, dumbass. But even better, don’t patronize restaurants. Drive by Applebee’s and flip off the waitresses as you zoom by. Then take all of the money you saved on tips and throw a kick ass barbecue party at home. Invite beautiful women. Any woman who expects to be paid for the privilege of letting you talk to her can be told to get the $#@! back to TGIF, Chili’s, Fudrucker's, or some other clip joint trying to pass as a restaurant. If you want to tip somebody, tip your garbage man, who’s far more likely to get injured on the job than a waitress.

Eat Like a Caveman

One of the most important ideas to me lately has been the concept of human design. I believed in intelligent design for some time, but ignored an obvious implication: If God created humans, then their design must be good. This is in direct conflict with the Christian notion that humans are screwed up, and while everything from a Madagascar hissing cockroach to an eagle is a marvel of creation and a testament to an awesome God, the human body is a hell-bent, self-destructive piece of crap.

One astute reader “Ψ” (I hope I got the symbol right.) mentioned the Christian notion of “the fall.” The basic idea is that humans were created perfect, but since Adam sinned we’re all jacked up. There is no natural explanation for the fall. If I am an extremely evil person (and any feminist reading this blog would agree to that) that doesn’t make my children genetically evil. If Adam’s sin somehow screwed up man’s genetic nature miraculously, then we’re right back to the notion of God intentionally creating humans who are less like Halle Berry or Steve Reeves, and more like the Hunchback of Notre Dame or John Merrick the Elephant Man.

What if design applies to diet? I’ve recently become interested in a low-carbohydrate diet, which is a diet low in carbohydrates like wheat, rice, potatoes, and corn, and high in proteins and fats. This was popularized as the Atkins diet, and although Atkins was scorned as a bloodletting quack with a bag full of leeches, scientific evidence has continued to amass in his favor.

If we look back far enough, man’s first diet was primarily meat and animal fat, supplemented by nuts, berries, and greens. This is called the "Paleolithic Diet," and represents the diet that many believe humans are intended to eat. If you look at diets of people like the Eskimo who at times lived on diets composed entirely of meat and fat, they should be dead, or at least resemble post-holocaust mutant zombies. They don’t. One explorer, Vilhjalmur Stefansson, lived among the Eskimo for five years and ate nothing but meat. He later subjected himself to an experiment that proved it was possible not only for a man to survive on a meat diet, but to thrive. The Masai offer similar evidence, as do scientific studies of early man’s diet, including the study of coprolites, or fossilized crap. Now you have a new word you can use, like “Barak Obama’s program for change is pure coprolite!” Or for my Christian readers, "The human body is a coprolite waiting to happen."

In research of the Egyptians, it was found that despite their “ideal” diet consisting of whole grains, fruits, vegetables, and little meat, they were obese and prone to heart disease (See “Protein Power,” by Michael Eades.). In fact, the easy way to tell whether human remains are hunter-gathers, who were primarily meat eaters, is by looking at their skeletons, which are healthier than those of people who subsisted primarily on wheat, potatoes, and corn.

If we look at the Biblical account in Genesis, God accepts the meat offerings of Abel, but rejects the grain offerings of Cain. Is this evidence that humans are intended for a diet that primarily consists of meat?

First, Kill All the Lawyers Financial Advisors

Note our client above: In just 47 years he was able to save enough to purchase the fine genuine cashmere sweater you see in the photo. Those glasses have real tortoise shell frames, and the wood used in his hovel is rare imported cedar.

Why waste time enjoying life today, when you could be living a life of luxury in less than a half century!




Is there anything more useless than a financial adviser? Besides a castrato stud service, that is.

The so-called financial adviser is going to sell you his products, and all of them involve being rich (supposedly) when you retire. Of course that is decades away. Tons of get rich books are filled with the same lame advice –save money until you retire. You just left the world of work where you’re supposed to slave and kiss ass and dread the banshee wail of the Monday morning alarm. Now all you need to do is repeat this Groundhog Day endlessly until you retire, which is just a couple of weeks before you die.

So the same crap is being peddled again, now by a fly-eating lackey orbiting on the fringes of the financial world; just put your life on hold until you retire, which means you will hoe a row of cotton longer than the Great Wall of China before you can collapse and rest.

What is the point of being rich when you retire? So you can have linen Depends diapers? A platinum bedpan? So you can get the top bunk at the retirement home? To get lump-free oatmeal and genuine porcelain dentures?

Women as Property

One of my favorite cliché moments is when a feminist or similar lackey builds up a dramatic pause in her diatribe, as the Phantom of the Opera maniacally swells the pipe organ in the background, “Women used to be regarded as....property.”

A nice touch at this point is to do a sort of Goth pigeon release to really sell the audience on the sheer evil of the Patriarchy, by letting a mass of shrieking bats out of the belfry. “...as property.”

Consider a hypothetical example if you will. You have an ape living in your house, and although most of the time it is a perfectly acceptable companion, you must pay its food and medical expenses. On occasion it goes wild, wrecks the home, and you must pay to have things cleaned up, or pay damages when it wrecks the neighbors house and car. Suppose this ape runs off and is now living at the neighbor’s house, which it stubbornly refuses to leave. At this point you would say something on the order of, “Oh well, I cannot own another living being. Apparently it has made its choice and I must learn to live with it.”

But imagine that you have trained this ape to speak via sign language. Scientists pay to study it, the public pays to see it, there is a book and movie deal in the works that will make you millions. Now when the ape goes next door and won’t come back, how do you respond? “Hey, that’s my ape! I have invested a fortune in it and you have no right to it! You had better return the ape or this is war!”

The crux of my allegory is that you regard as property things that are valuable. Suppose someone starts to cart off a dogpile from your front yard. Do you yell, “Put that crap back! It’s my property, dammit!”? Of course not. The sad truth is that wives have gone from being an asset to becoming a liability. When women became worthless as wives, they were no longer regarded as property.

A wife used to cook, to sew, to care for children, and to do a hundred things necessary for the maintenance of a home, from tanning hides, skinning animals, making candles and clothing, etc. The wife was a valuable asset and indispensible to man’s ability to make a living.

But what does a wife do today that can’t be outsourced? Food can be microwaved or bought cheaply at restaurants. Clothing can be bought, child care can be outsourced, a maid or cleaning service can be hired, etc. Given a woman’s spending habits, she represents a net loss.

In essence, a wife is a contingent liability, a hidden sinkhole threatening to engulf the entire home at any moment. A wife is something like a cross between the singing sword and the sword of Damocles, only more prone to bitching than singing.