It’s like they think they scored some points against me by saying, “I’m not going to collaborate with you on x, or tell you y, because I don’t trust you.” They’re probably thinking mentally, “Oooooooooh, sick burn! I told him!”
Whatever; I don’t give a shit. I’m hopefully gonna be dead in a couple weeks anyway. Definitely, though, if you’re going to make a point of excluding me from stuff, it doesn’t really bolster your arguments about how “you shouldn’t kill yourself.” Not that it would’ve really affected my decision anyway.
Tom, your first mistake was being involved in Facebook at all; whatever went on there with you and your wife could’ve been done by anyone. Facebook makes you a huge target for frenemies who want to fuck you over. I’ve never really fucked you over in any important way, although I suspect you’re, like me, one of these guys who probably gets banned from forums a lot. Am I right?
So basically, you’re a fellow fuck-up, but this just goes to show that there’s no solidarity among fuck-ups. As for caamib, I don’t know what his deal is. Oh, he’s worried about my “erratic behavior.” Bitch, a lot of our social order is based around the human potential for “erratic behavior.” That’s what the emotion of anger is all about, for instance — impelling people to do stuff that might not be all that logical, if they weren’t all emotionally hyped up. Sometimes you have to be illogical to win.
Even in chess, sometimes you have to behave illogically. E.g., you might use some weird opening that your opponent is unfamiliar with, just to gain an advantage by flustering him. The opening might not even be all that sound, but that doesn’t really matter, if he doesn’t know how to deal with it.
It takes fuckin’ forever, but if I can make this work, it’ll be worth it.
Imagine what harrowing experiences you could’ve been forced to endure as part of the American diaspora.
Imagine the antisemitism, too.
In your quest to use a mongoloid to create some mongreloids, you’re gonna try to reel her in with your intellect: “This is about creating the cognitive elite, baby!” Sorry, bud, you’ll do a lot better by using vintage 2007 old-school PUA methods (which I will now copypaste out of a 2007 article from a defunct blog somewhere, which I fortunately saved in my Gmail account):
The second part of the brain, wrapped around the basic brain stem and having evolved later, is the limbic brain. Although it sounds very technical, the limbic brain is simply responsible for women’s core emotional experiences including lust, desire and attraction. And that’s what men are interested in.
Lacking language, the limbic brain is both impulsive and instinctual. It’s sometimes called the pleasure center because sexual stimuli that women experience pass directly to it.
The newest part of the brain, the neo-cortex, is considered the rational brain that provides logic and thought, allowing for speaking, planning and critical judgment.
If you tell a woman, “Give me your number,” or, “I like you,” or, “Let’s have sex,” you’re triggering the rational neo-cortex which consciously blocks your commands and says, “No.”
But if you bypass her neo-cortex “guardian” altogether and instead stimulate a woman’s limbic brain, you’re directly communicating to where her feelings of lust and mating begin. Even if you’re overweight or unattractive, if you can tap into this primal part of a woman’s brain, she will feel attraction to you.
How do you do this? Through nonverbal sexual cues! E.g.:
How you say your words is more important than the actual words themselves. How you say your words is what will bypass a woman’s critical mind and directly stimulate her limbic brain into feeling attraction — or not.
You want your voice to sound rich and full, soothing and warm — in other words, resonant. You don’t want to sound whispery and raspy, nasal and thin, or whiny and grating.
A deeply resonant voice spoken with a slow, sexy tempo and volume is sexually hypnotic. With a sexy voice, you can grab a woman’s attention in an instant, relax her, make her feel good, and do it all with an aura of confidence and authority. Many women will sleep with a man just because of how his voice makes them feel inside.
Having heard your YouTube vids, I think you’re probably better off just not talking at all. Instead, give her the stare-down:
Eye contact is one of your most powerful tools. Your eyes can do far more talking than your words. They can make a woman feel uneasy and excited, and women use it as a huge measure of your self-confidence.
During a conversation with a woman, don’t dart your eyes or look away too much, as it makes you look uncomfortable and nervous. Linger longer on her eyes than you would normally, almost as if your eyes stick to hers like soft glue.
This kind of strong, long-lasting eye contact releases phenylethylamine (PEA), a chemical that accelerates attraction, particularly in women. Some call this the copulatory gaze because people who love each other not only make much more eye contact while talking, but they’re also more hesitant to take their eyes off each other, even after they finish speaking.
And when you do look away, look away reluctantly. Drag your eyes away slowly, as though they’re stuck with soft glue.
However, I hesitate to even give you this powerfully helpful advice, knowing that if you succeed, those offspring are probably gonna look like shit, and have a lot of identity issues. And you’re going to inflict all that incarnate misery, pain, and destruction on mankind, just so you can nut inside this fine hapa chick and produce the next Elliot Rodger. I can just imagine some touching father-son bonding moments, though, when you’re coaching him on how to write a manifesto.
Stare at that photo, and just practice giving her powerful eye contact so that when you meet her in person, all you’ll need to do is just jerk your head toward the exit and she’ll follow you out of the club, knowing what you want.
Why am I helping you? Just out of a nihilistic desire to wreak havoc, and because I’m a helpful guy. Just by hanging around, you get to partake of the pearls of wisdom that I can’t help but dispense to all who are in my vicinity, as though they were candy and you were a 3-year-old girl.