The three essential red pill journeys.

A decade ago I described myself not just as an atheist, but as an anti-theist. I was vehemently opposed to all religions. A few days after I got married, my new wife and I headed to Venice for a couple of days together with my best man who had flown over from Australia for the wedding. At one point we stopped outside a rather nondescript church and my two companions went in to have a look. I remained outside. I could not even bring myself to enter the building, such was my aversion to all things religious.

To be awakened to the world around you and to see its true nature is described as being “red pilled”, a reference to The Matrix film. But unlike the film you cannot be red pilled by someone else. The process only works if you do it yourself. Rollo Tomassi has outlined the 5 stages of unplugging. The steps in order are; denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance.

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No alt-right for old men.

Identity politics is now everything. You may not like it but that is the reality, and to ignore it is to position yourself as a powerless piece of flotsam that drifts to its doom unaccepting and unknowing. The reason that identity politics is the new reality is because the Left made it so and the conservative Right did nothing to halt the slide. The Right have been apologists who have done nothing but suck up to the Left while shooting in the back anyone on their side who clung to “old fashioned” views that conservatives once held dear.

The Left have comprehensively transformed the social landscape into a myriad of special interest groups while simultaneously preaching the need for equality. The inherent incoherency of advocating for equality and diversity at the same time should have been an easy target for conservatives to attack. But instead they went along with the game in a futile attempt to ingratiate themselves with their ideological opponents.

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I got nuthin’.

It’s Sunday, I have the BBQ firing where I’m cooking my mean as fuck Texas Chili, I’m drinking crisp and clean Spanish beer, there is a fat Montechristo with my name on it, and I have absolutely zero inspiration to write something here. Zilch, nada, niente. So I give you Nancy Sinatra, because Nancy Sinatra is way cool.

Whatever you do, don’t be desperate.

Red pill aware men and even a few blue pill ones know well the perils of desperation. Women can detect a desperate man at the blink of an eye through a crowded room. Being desperate communicates not only that you have no options, but that you are so worn down by your lack of success that you will literally take anyone. This communicates two things; a lack of skill and confidence in your own abilities, and a clear signal to the women in question that she is not special. If you’re desperate then you’re willing to take anyone, which means that she essentially means nothing to you in a normal context. You only want her because you want someone, anyone, to fill a void.

But this communication through desperation is not limited to the personal. It is also relevant in your professional life as well.

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