Who's the alpha? When you see it you'll shit bricks!!!

I could say that I did some research today. I was watching a chick flick. I watched as all of the women in their clubgear danced. Then it hit me. I got a flash of an image of a peacock from a nature show advertizing their readiness to mate.

The one who makes the mating display is the dominant gender of the species. Literally a new facet of the teachings of Villar opened wide to me as I realized it. The makeup and hair and clothes is just the introductory offer. All of the dancing and the promenade theatrics are just the snare.

If you look at how women dress when they go out, they advertize sexuality. Men advertize wealth, power and strength. In other words men are dressing for a job interview. They are advertizing what they have to offer in the long term for a chance at the short term.

Men only had one chance at fighting nature back in the old days if they really wanted to keep a woman. You see back in the old days marrage laws intertwined not only lovers but families. When things were left to romantic selection rather than parental knowledge, man lost big. Nature returned to the reigns and man was left with child support and alimony.

Women are really like the credit card companies and politicians. They compete for the same goal. Womens short term goals are sexual and their long term goals are economic. Men are backwards, their short term goals are financial while their long term goals are emotional. They want money first and love later.

The perfect two examples of this polarity can be found in betas and players. Beta males will pay out for the pussy that never comes by giving up the goods too early. They will pine away for the love and praise that they no longer get from their mothers. Players on the other hand support multiple females economically and sexually. They give till it hurts, why do you think you see so many pimps slappin' hos? They got played again!

The ruling class is always the one that advertizes! To take that further psychologically look at corporations. They sell you anything but the product in commercials. They show a happy wife cleaning a house, and the house wife subconsiously thinks that the product will make life easier. In fact the cleaning is a sign that life is work, because you clean with it! If the product really did that it would come with a maid to use it!

When advertizing, you never sell the product. I know tons of girls that want sex. They don't know the first thing about how to dress and apply makeup. They want what they think guys want. They play videogames and talk sports. They never get past first base and a number no longer in service. These girls have a problem called honesty. They are the minority of tomboys and gamer nerds that refused to conform to slut mating behaviors to attract a man. Don't worry though we'll get to them again later on.

I've seen all kinds of women of all shapes and sizes naked. To get there they were sluts. They let their tits hang out, they wore makeup and heels, they wore the clingy skirts and bent over to show the goods on both sides. In other words they got it. No matter what shape or size they knew how to advertize and what messes to clean up.

Time for some brutal honesty.

Most women shave or wax their face, not some, MOST. I've caught pretty women as well as ugly women doing this.

Most women wear a padded bra (even if they are not flat). Tits are bags of fat that leak milk after pregnancy. If you've seen a waterbaloon in the sun you notice that when you pick it up it hangs lower. Same thing for them. Once they age they really age.

Most women smell, not just smell, but stink! All of the deodorants perfumes and coverups in the world are available because of it. Just think of all of the money that goes into fragrance.

Most women are short. The high heel compensates for sexiness as well as height. Women gain an average of four inches in height just because of their heels. They will go through leg cramps, foot pain, corns and later vericose veins because of the use of these prosthetics.

Most women go bald or have thinning hair. Look at all of the wigs and hair extensions. The hairsprays to add body, the bump-its and other styling tools. They market flat or unflattering emo and punk styles to the teens and tweens to distract from this fact. Now all hair looks flat or artificial. Natural color notwithstanding.

Most women don't know anything about babies or housework. I know this probably goes without saying but with anyone who tries to avoid working as much as the stereotypical woman is it any surprise why children cause so much resentment? Their source of security is not retirement, but children. While men worry about their job benefits or 401k, Women worry about the children. If the child gets sick and dies, or gets hurt, no support. Why do you think mothers are so overprotective? Wouldn't you be overprotective if your goose laid golden eggs?

Again, time for more brutal honesty about myself.

I never got it till high school, then I tired of it. I could have any girl I wanted back then but not now. I'm unpopular with women now because I refuse to sell them on my potential value. I force them to get to know me before they know my bottom line. This is why they'd rather be friends.

I used to think that that was a sign of disrespect but one day I realized it. It was secretly a sign of great envy. They didn't want to use me because I saw through the charade, I was living the dream. They thought I was "sweet" which is girl-code for disapproval. They call the nerd girl sweet too. That is because the nerd girl also refused the game. If you see the empresses new clothes for what they are you see them for who they really are and will become, naked and pathetic.

No status games or manipulations, just living life free to do as I pleased to enjoy it. Girls will look from time to time as I walk by in a cheap shirt and jeans, I still wear my boots from time to time to remind me of where I came from.

The next time you get turned down ask to meet their mother, nine times out of ten they'll end up just like them later on down the road. Think about it. Aren't you glad you missed out?

On the flip side wouldn't you rather have a companion with intelligence, shared interests and goals that will sometimes prance around the house dressed as a cat or your favorite anime character?

... Cheers!

"I never fucked a ten, but one night I fucked five twos!"

The late, great, George Carlin.

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Solid Snake said...
Epic fail...Started good but then...These gamer girls have never reached maturity.They are stuck in some phase, they never did reach the next one.They are wasting their life with stupid games."No, psychological age does NOT match chronological age. This is caused bywhat is called “developmental arrest”, where someone gets “caught” from time to time,stuck at a certain level of maturity even though chronological time presses on."

Lucifer said...
SOLID FAILURE, did you not pay attention to the post?

Solid Snake said...
Sorry Zero...the comment was about the part where you worship the retarded kids.About going in cheap shit, does it feel good to be camouflaged?Do you sometimes push your boundaries and try to catch some 9 or ten in that?I agree that you should find intelligent companion, i love when they are high educated and sophisticated bitches.But tits and ass is a must.

ZEROMESSIAH said...
With a name like Solid Snake, I'd almost expect you to know a thing or two about camoflage.

The trick is that there are very few (if any at all) perfect "Tens".The whole point of the post is to NOT be fooled by social camoflage. The tits and ass are a lie, just like any other signs. Remember how DJHIVES even said that Susan Boyle probably fucks like a "GODDAMN SPACE ALIEN FROM THE FUTURE". I want a woman who like the great POOK says "Lives in the talent."

The anime freaks and tomboys are only more transparent about their interests. If you have ever been to a convention you would see tons of "TENS" If you want some supplimental data try this on for size. Google Picture search "hot cosplay." Most of the women you will find will not be models. They will be real/average women using their gamer knowledge and female slut behavior to synthesize into an UBER-SLUT.

*Sometimes "slut" also stands for "She Likes Unreal Tournament"...

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Tips on nerds and tomboys:

• Pay attention to the waist hip ratio, finding the qualities you like in even a nerd girl or sporty chick is easy. Finding a bimbo with a brain is hard.
• "Reverse engineering" is not possible. You can't change the girl you are with to all of a sudden like games, sports, or be nurturing. The mentality has to be pre existing. Avoid sheeple bitches at all cost. Hot girls are just not "backward compatible".
• However "Upgrading" is possible with a good base set of attributes. Hair, clothes and makeup do wonders. Even better by giving them a spa makeover you are giving them a gift. I don't know any girl who turns down a day at the spa.
• "Learn to like dark hair and glasses" Ever see the baroness from G.I.Joe? she's no dog.
• If looks were everything then why would you readers see through it when corporations and politicians do it? Face it you poeple are here because you see through the emporer's clothes. I'm not telling anyone to date an ugly girl. Far from it. My intention is to inform you of how secretly ugly women really are.
• Confidence works on the hottie and the nerd but, the nerd looses interest quick if there is no intellect to back it up. The sporty chick will also see through a wuss or a non sports fan quick. These are girls who live a life based on values instead of status. Its a whole different concept.
• Don't be afraid to test their sheep beehiveor either. Most likely if they are smart they will get the jokes on DJHIVES and understand my site as well as others like Dante, Lucifer, and DeKn's blogs. These are bitches worth having because they are the 1% who have the potential to get it.
• Breeding with them may provide you with non-sheep offspring. They won't be sheep proof but the children could have the intellect inherent to their genetics by bloodline. Maximize the future childs potential now by picking a smart one and you won't have to explain as much to them later.

I hope that this helps explain things further.

-Zero

FREEDOM IS HERE!

I'm taking more risks with my writing. Let me know what you think.

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I was at the club when I met my mentor. He was sitting there nursing a beer watching one of the dancers. He was plainly dressed in a button down shirt and slacks that looked as if they came from walmart. His hair had a common cut but he was relatively well kept.

I brushed past him at first to get a drink for a girl across the bar. She was in fishnets and thigh high boots in a leather mini dress. It was a bondage club so this was attractive but not out of place. I wanted to get to know her but back then I was shy. I couldn't talk to girls much less look them in the eye. 

I was your typical 22 year old college shit. I dressed in a leather jacket and ripped jeans with no shirt and a spiked collar. I looked like I was in a band with my blue hair and eye liner. I thought I had things figured out.

As I asked the bartender what drinks were popular the man in the buttoned down shirt stopped me with a question. "So, what is she going to do for you?"

I stopped in my tracks and said the honest answer, "I don't know."

"If someone bought me a drink, I'd drink it. Thats what drinks are for. What do you really want?"

"I want to talk to her."

The man lit a cigarette and smiled as he watched the dancer.

"Is that all?"

The dancer leaned into him teasing him as he spoke to me. His face remained amused yet almost blank.

"Well I'm looking to get laid, c'mon what else man?"

"Have you ever seen the matrix series?"

I paused.

"The last one just came out. I loved those movies, it made me wake up."

He chuckled and sighed, he put out the butt and said.

"You don't understand it do you?"

I was confused, and he spoke again.

"The whole time his only weakness was Trinity. He was standing at the door to enlightenment and gave it all up for the pussy."

I ordered a shot of Jagermeister and sat by the man. He remained staring at the dancer. She kept trying to get his attention, it was weird. Here he was apparently doing nothing but she was completely consumed with getting his attention.

I downed the shot and chased it with a coke. The dancers were changing out and the dancer walked up to him. She whispered in his ear and he left the bar with her.

"Good luck."

I continued to sit at the bar watching the next dancer. She was gorgeous but I was a little wary of the dancers. I started gazing at another girl across the way. She was a cute little thing drinking nearby. She drank beer instead of cocktails. She was alone and looked bored.

Maybe it was the dude with the dancer, or maybe it was the third shot but I had the courage back that I needed.

"You look bored!"

"Excuse me?" She leaned forward and I noticed her chest. She caught me but she waited for me to speak again.

"I said you look bored."

"Yeah, the songs are starting to repeat around here like radio."

I paused, the question seemed dumb because this was a fetish club, the people all listened to the same stuff here, but I asked anyways.

"So, what music are you into?"

She grabbed her purse and grabbed a clove cigarette from her case.

"I'm going out to smoke, do you want one?"

I grabbed it and lit it up. We walked down the stairs and left the club. We watched the cars passing by on palm avenue. The moon was full and there was a soft breeze rolling by.

"So what were you wanting to ask me?"

"What music are you into?"

She paused and I thought I was a fool until she spoke.

"Depeche Mode, Souxie and The Cramps, I like alot of shit."

"Me too, I listen to some of the goth shit like Sisters of Mercy but I like alot of metal too."

We kept talking for what seemed like hours. I liked watching her mouth move as the black lipstick smudged off leaving black marks on the butt of her cigarette. She was a nine out of ten inside, but the streetlights let me know she was a solid seven. I even noticed the baby fat peeking around the top of her corset when her arms moved. She was still cute but I'd realized how short she'd be without the boots on. My shoulders eased up, and she put her legs on my lap. Her Leather boots and fishnets hid what denim couldn't. I simply ignored it and let my thoughts flow like water. We connected.

"So do you like to be dominated?"

"What?" I almost choked on the smoke that exited my lips.

She scratched her nails across my chest. Light welts and spots of blood formed across my breastbone.

"Yeah, I like things rough if thats what you mean."

She kissed me and bit into my lip. She was on me like a bad habit. I noticed things, subtle imperfections, the way she tastes, her heavy breath, the cheap foundation caked over hidden zits, the botched tattoo on her thigh, the way her hair started to frizz in the moist Florida air. The more I resisted the more I was in control. She was dominated by her emotions.

I was trying to resist her and it worked. I acted aloof and she wanted it more. I quickly realized that I was getting something for nothing, or almost nothing.

What did I do tonight that was so different from so many nights before?

***

Women say they want a nice guy but those are the norm, not the rarity. Think about all of the beta males serving as life support for these useless eaters. Remember back when Lady Anon used to come here talking her shit about men. She was obsessed with talking about the asshole men. Notice how she never really talked about the betas, even though she claimed to want a nice guy.

Pook's Mill had several posts about this subject in great detail. Esther Villar was the foundation of much of the knowledge gained. DJ knew this dynamic and even experimented with their life support in his blog. I actually want to go further than this.

Women either like you or they don't. Period. No amount of chivalry, gifting or chivalrous metro-sexual beehiveior will save you from rejection. They will use you because if they do not like you from the moment they meet you, you will be their bitch.

"Do you know that look that your wife gives you sometimes? That look like they are mad at ya that you can't explain, and they don't? It's because your not their first choice!" -Chris Rock

Beta males are the nice guys. The players all lavish gifts on their hos but really who is getting played here? All the chick has to do is to put on a skimpy outfit and fuck them.  In essence what we have here is just that, Getting (P)laid.

Once the divorce is over and the alimony has been paid, the men of the world really are slaves. They pay taxes to the IRS, and money to the MRS. Freedom therefore is just that. A bachelor working under the table is the most dangerous thing the government has ever known.

They pay no taxes that they can claim, they have no family to exploit, they are not tied to any location. They do not have to pay lip service to any religion, they do not have to work any harder than to sustain themselves, they have the free time to create and educate themselves. This is how the battery removes the terminal cables from themselves. The bachelor literally is what society fears most. Seize the day, freedom is here.

Carpe Cainem, Seize the Bitch!

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DebtInterest said...

Another important article!

I totally agree with you.

I see my dad, I hate him and despise him but at the same time, feel bad for him. He works works works and works but all he get from his wife is bitching... He is so fucking greedy or pressured to provide that he took on big loan to speculate real estate market and he doesn't know soon he will be fucked... Of course what he get from his wife is more bitching... 

He probably married because of his mom... his mom probably said "get married and then I will call you a good boy~" 

I understand that marriage for men is slavery, especially in this day and age. However, is it possible for men to control women and be free? Or, is it an oxymoron; marriage and freedom? 

Isn't either marriage or freedom more like the reality for men?

I feel so bad for him...

Is control freedom? There is the rub. Freedom is the ability to do what ever you want without the need for anything else but your own abilities to sustain you.

If I were to take a girl as a pet much the same as they do with men, what I would have is a liability due to her inability to provide for herself.

Therefore I simply bring her home, fuck her and let her go.

Catch and release keeps a sport from being a job.

Think of all the work the elite do just to raise the human farm...