On This Day

On this day fifteen years ago a bunch of assholes thought it would be a good idea to attack America. They took several thousand innocent lives with them.

I remember that day as though it were yesterday. I’ll copy-and-paste something I have written several times today:

Where were you? It’s like yesterday to me.

I remember. I was getting ready for school (6th grade) and watching KTLA 5; my mom and I did that every morning. I even remember what I ate that morning; she was in the kitchen making waffles for me.

The tower already had smoke coming from it and it was being described as an accident. The first plane had already hit.

I watched the second plane hit and explode live. My mom asked what happened and I told her. I was young but I knew something was wrong.

When I got to school every teacher was watching TV and every class was either talking about it or was watching the news for updates.

Both that day and what I saw are burned into my brain forever.

I hope you are living each day to the fullest because you never know when your life will end. Make every day count.

Today (and every day) we remember all of those lost.

The “Nice Guy” Cure

1. Right Out of the Gate

Ask yourself the following questions:

  1. Do you wonder why no woman ever wants you?
  2. Do you keep yourself up at night with fantastical visions of a perfect life with a perfect wife?
  3. Do you want a lifelong commitment without a modicum of effort?

Do these questions seem familiar to you?

Okay, maybe you’re not the loser I described. Are you on the sidelines, though? Are you the kind of person that never seems to get the girl but always winds up wiping away her tears? Can you just never get a break?

Are you doomed to playing the fool your entire life?

There are two answers here: the short answer and the long answer. The short answer is that it is absolutely possible to break out of your shell. The long answer is that it is going to take some work and some serious introspection. Are you ready for that? Only you will know for sure.

Be aware that this in no way guarantees you will attain the object of your affection. In all honesty I couldn’t care less. You will, however, learn to see the world the way that it is and without the rose-colored glasses through which you have been conditioned to see life.

Read on, son… you might just learn something!

2. The Painful Truth

You’re really not all that nice. As a matter of fact you’re most-likely a dick as well as someone that would easily collapse in a fight. There is nothing physically or mentally redeeming about you. You have absolutely no physical merit and the psychological prowess upon which you pride yourself is laughable at best. You tell yourself that you are somehow superior to “the others” and you live your life based on that which you have completely invented in your own mind. There is truly nothing redeemable about you. Why should anyone, let alone women, want to spend their time around you?

You’ve never been tested in combat. I’m not talking about playful fighting; I’m talking about serious hand-to-hand “if you lose, you die” combat. You have never truly been fighting for you life and have never been in a state where a single mistake will end your existence.

If you HAVE ever been in a real combat situation then you have not learned anything about humanity or attraction as a result. Either of those two outcomes results in an individual that is maladjusted to propagate his genes into the next generation: in essence, there is no hope for you.

That stings, right? The problem exists entirely within YOU. You can blame others as much as you want; however, at some point you have to take responsibility for your situation.

There is, of course, a cure. That cure, however, comes with a heavy dose of self-analysis first and a desire to fix that which is wrong. If you do not have the intestinal fortitude to do so then you should stop reading at this point; it only gets more difficult from here. If you do possess the requisite strength and desire for self-improvement then you may absolutely continue on.

3. The First Step

The first step is admitting you’re not able to summon the courage to go and approach women in real life. Online games and dating sites (OKCupid, EHarmony, PlentyOfFish, etc) do not count; you need to out and have real interactions with real people. Without face-to-face interaction you’re pretty much doomed.

I know that it absolutely seems frightening at first. Anything worth doing takes practice, right? I’m not a fan of e-sports (you all need to be outside playing real sports) but I can use it in an analogy. Let’s take a common game (CS:GO) as an example:

  • You need to have individual skill to succeed at certain maps in CS:GO
  • You need to work well in a team to succeed at certain maps in CS:GO

There is at least one condition in which you have to work well as a team in order to succeed. In order to work well in a team you cannot do anything you want to do at any given time; you need to make sacrifices for the forward momentum of the team as a whole. The team depends on the actions of all of the individuals combined.

Once you can function without thinking entirely of yourself you are ready to move on to the next step.

4. The Second Step

Approach, approach, approach.

Human interaction may be terrifying. It’s similar for anyone that is trying to free themselves from the shell they have constructed.

You already know you can provide for yourself. You already know you can provide for your team. That says nothing regarding people outside of either of these two groups. In order to engage with people outside of your comfort zone you have to break from your normal routine and talk with individuals with whom you would otherwise have nothing in common.

Still a gamer? Get “Pokemon Go” onto your phone (Android or iPhone). It will get you outside and will open you up to an immense amount of possibilities. Spend some time in your town going around and catching Pokemon. It may seem stupid at first but the more you do it you will see the potential benefit. The more you see the potential benefit the more you will be in a position to reap it.

A large amount of the college-age population has decided to go out and hunt for Pokemon on their phones. It will absolutely seem silly at first based on the previous paragraph but consider the results:

  1. You’re actively walking around. You won’t be merely taking up space.
  2. You’ll eventually know the lore and can talk intelligently about it.
  3. Being active equates to exercise. Physical activity augments or replaces intellectual capability and creates a well-rounded person.

You can speak ill of the phone app all you want but the results speak for themselves.

5. The Third Step

Stop believing the crap you see on /r/seduction (seddit) and instead focus on your goals. Ask yourself these three questions:

  1. What do you want to accomplish in your life?
  2. What do you need to attain your goals?
  3. What is standing in the way of accomplishing your goals?

At this point you should have already gotten to the point where you realize you are in control of your life and you are the only person that should be held accountable. You have already removed all toxic influences.

Your task at this point? Go forth and make what you want out of life!

What the Hell, Hawk?

Suffice it to say I have not been around too much lately. The last thing I posted was my instructions for cooking a roast in a pressure cooker. Despite the fact the recipe resulted in a delicious end result the general goal of the site had not been met.

What was the goal, you ask? The original goal of this site was to help men break from the shackles of their own self-demonization and to realize their potential as individuals. The language used is often direct and at times caustic but that is the only way that some folks will learn. I see absolutely no merit in the “safe spaces” being demanded by people either currently-attending or admitted to college. The concept of a “safe space” is contrary to the foundation of our society and has no place in a free exchange of ideas. That is a subject for a different day.

Why have I been gone, you ask? Simply put I have been focusing on the well-being of my students. They come before everything. They derive the benefit of tutilege in an environment free of societal judgment. Suffice it to say they are free to grow.

I have not forgotten about you all and I can comfortably say you have not forgotten about me. I went onto my Twitter account for the first time in God-knows-how-long, made a statement, and was IMMEDIATELY greeted with supportive responses. Apparently you all still have some kind of love for me and for that I am immensely grateful.

Keep your heads high and your necks strong. I always have something brewing!

Cooking as a Man


The kitchen has been known as the realm of the woman for decades. Men have been known only for grilling capabilities when it comes to preparing food; it really is important that every man know how to grill a steak or a burger to the perfect temperature but that is beside the point. With the advent of technology the barrier to entry of cooking has steadily dropped and there is a much lower chance that even the most unknowing soul can destroy the kitchen.

The Meat and Potatoes

Fuck vegetables. One of the sexiest things a man can do is know how to prepare a basic meat main course. According to widespread idiocy the “modern man” would have no need for cookery or would decide on a wussy option (I swear I want to punch everyone at the Washington Post in the head several times) but as red-pill males we all know that’s a bunch of bullshit. In that case the “modern man” is not a man at all but a whiny little bitch who deserves to have his skull crushed at the first opportunity. Men are men and our eating preferences show it.

We’re talking meat here. Nothing but the delicious and savory parts of the cow. As we have technology we now have quicker ways of preparing main courses. One of those ways is the digital pressure cooker; a digital pressure cooker allows for quicker preparation of food and an infusion of flavor.

How does this apply to you? Let’s dive into the recipe.

The Recipe

The first thing you’ll want to do is get a cut of meat that lends itself well to a pressure cooker. Nobody is going to throw a filet mignon in there; I’m not even going to eat something like that since I like a large steak myself. The cuts I usually go with balance price and quality and I’ve noticed that a two-pound cut of Top Round Roast will be received well (after much experience, of course). I’ve cooked this recipe several times and have perfected it to the point that it should suit a general palate. I only use two spices but they combine perfectly.

This roast serves two to four people based on appetite.


  • 2 lb Top Round Roast (any cut can be substituted as long as it is a two-pounder)
  • 2 cups of liquid (I use water)
  • Granulated garlic
  • Granulated onion


  1. Place the roast into the pressure cooker
  2. Pour the liquid into the pressure cooker
  3. Season the garlic and onion into the pressure cooker to taste; I make sure I get a layer of both on top of everything (hint: the secret to a great pressure cooker roast is to season the liquid as well as the meat so your steam is infused with flavor as well)
  4. Set the cook time for 27 minutes (roughly 13 minutes a pound)
  5. Start the pressure cooker and you’re done
  6. The roast will cook
  7. When the roast is done cooking, release the pressure valve to do a “quick” release lasting between 30 and 45 seconds

The cooker may take up to ten minutes to build pressure so your total time is usually about 37 or 38 minutes.

This is my four-quart pressure cooker: CooksEssentials 4 QT Digital Stainless Steel Pressure Cooker. Non-stick is an amazing thing and it drastically reduces the amount of effort that goes into clean-up.

The Result

When you follow the aforementioned instructions you will get a nice medium-rare roast every single time. You may have to play with the distribution of the spices (granulated garlic and onion) in order to match the desired taste. I usually just go by smell; if I smell the concoction before cooking and it puts a smile on my face then I know it’s good to go. Your mileage may vary spice-wise, however.


Even seasoning with the granulated garlic and onion

Even seasoning with the granulated garlic and onion

The finished fully-cooked roast

The finished fully-cooked roast

A view inside the cooked roast. Medium-rare!

A view inside the cooked roast. Medium-rare!


Every man worth his salt should be able to prepare at least a single meat main course. This entry has provided instructions and advice for preparing a two-pound roast. I usually pair my meat with a whiskey selection but that’s all up to you. As a final thought, knowing how to cook something like this will solidify your skill as a cook even though it’s a basic course. Go forth and cook, gentlemen!

Women are Particular Creatures

This marks my first post since May; I have been out in the field as well as training my engineering students for the last five months (I got promoted to the Head of IT within the last few months so that has been occupying the majority of my time but that’s neither here nor there) so I really haven’t had time to write down my experiences or even try to be creative in my wordsmithery (not a word but it is now).

How does this pertain to you? I’ve come to a certain realization after quite a while courting and experiencing the feminine mind: women LOVE when you screw with them. Men need to have a balance of playful assholery and complete disregard; the mixture varies based on the individual. Identifying when to execute it results in an “always” while in the early stages of courting. An execution of “sometimes” in conjunction with the intermediate phases will also lead to success as well. The primary issue here is identifying the state of the individual with whom you are conversing and applying just the right amount of forwardness in order to keep the communication flowing.

All things considered this is fairly basic game but it takes the aforementioned blend in order to make it work. Let’s take the following playful example:

Woman: “I’m going to destroy you!”
Man: “With kisses”

Now the ball is back in her court and she’s thinking about how she can gain the advantage here. However, since we escalated it she’s now thinking about having a lip-lock and there are very few things we can do in order to screw that up. If she responds favorably we’re golden; if not it all depends on the attitude. Attitude is considerably more important than how the message is written; if you can get across a confident persona you’ll be in the zone even if the message is lacking. Women are drawn to raw confidence so that has to be how you portray yourself outwardly. Remember that the devil is in the details and the outward projection is more important than the inner feelings; if you project confidence (even if you are nervous as hell inside) then your audience will pick up on that confidence. Of course it has to be done well but strong inner game (i.e. confidence) is the first step; knowing yourself and tailoring your reactions to certain situations is key.

Women love a playful man. Those who do not give a straight answer and are great about it are valued considerably higher than those who are direct in their answers. Women enjoy the hunt as much as men do. Knowing how to leverage that is key in any interaction. When dealing with a common situation such as this the key is to place the ball back in her court; she will always respond better to a man who is interested in her when he doesn’t show it. It’s all in being able to toy with her.

Stay cool and collected in the face of a woman who is trying your patience when she is doing it with a smile. Play on her weak points and keep an air of humor about yourself in order to achieve the result you desire.

Red Pill Initiates

Two things have happened in the four months I’ve been away: people have been asking me for male guidance and I’ve been squaring old business as any good businessman should. Naturally, the combination of these two activities necessitates a hiatus from writing and a doubled-down focus on the real world. If I’m going to help people or at least impart any kind of advice I have to be completely focused on what I’m talking about. The former is an ongoing project of male mentoring with multiple people so I expect my presence here to be sporadic for a while at best while I take those individuals under my wing. Get it? Under my wing.

All kidding aside, I’m happy the aforementioned people came to me. I tried to impart the advice on both of them over a year ago since I saw lives (and in one case, families) falling apart but they were not having any of it; it appears that both of them are now willing to accept the reality of the dichotomy between the sexes and therefore I may proceed. Keep in mind that I have not forced it upon them; they both sought me out for guidance. For the purpose I’ll be referring to the first in the A Red-Pill Man is Born section and the second in the It’s About Damn Time section.

A Red-Pill Man is Born

The other day I’m sitting at work doing my engineering thing and I get an instant message from one of the guys I work with. The entire text of it is “What does Alpha Fucks Beta Bucks mean”. I knew instantly where he had gotten that and knew why he was asking me that but I pushed for written confirmation.

“Where did you hear that?”

“Oh yeah, [NAME REDACTED] told me about /r/TheRedPill so I took a look”

Christ, I’ve created a monster. I told [NAME REDACTED] about that sub a year and a half ago so this has something to do with me at this point.

In my mind I’m impressed and going “Another one for the realists” and getting excited but I work in an open office environment so my outward reaction was much more calm than that.

He asked me a straight question so I told him what it means.

“So you mean an Alpha shouldn’t pay for a woman ever?”

He took it to the same extreme I expected just as all newcomers to the RP lifestyle do. I told him my honest thought on the subject: “Not necessarily. He can but he doesn’t make a habit of it”.

I find the “he doesn’t make a habit of it” portion to be the most important. The primary distinction is that an Alpha has confidence about him and a Beta uses the influence of his wallet. Each woman is different (yes, I know AWALT) in their reaction to it and it’s important to gauge it in order to figure out the probability of future events. When I sense a woman is more interested in the Beta ideology (i.e. the latter) I leave and never contact her again; I’m not going to bankroll her bullshit. Are you interested in me for my ability to work a room and draw people in with merely my personality? Okay, let’s talk.

If I fuck up and misjudge it? I couldn’t care less; abundance mentality is beautiful that way.

No matter what I do I keep the advice of the wise Christian McQueen (and a buddy of mine) in the back of my head each day: “Her being one in a million means she’s one of a million”. There will always be someone else and I try to impart that as one of the keystones of my advice no matter with whom I’m talking. I told the same to a psychologist/therapist friend of mine (we’ve known each other for 20+ years) and she was quite receptive to it and agreed wholeheartedly.

Getting back to the original point: I walked over to the guy’s spot in the office and saw him looking at the sub. I asked him what he was up to and he turns to me and says “There’s a lot of good advice here”. At that point the incubation period was going forward and he was well on his own way.

It’s About Damn Time

I just got off the phone with this one. Three different times he almost started letting his emotions loose in a bad way; I understood, of course, as I’d been there a few times myself a few years prior. I don’t begrudge him at all.

At one point he managed to tell me that he had written poetry about the break-up.

Not just any poetry; poetry for her.

Eighty-four multi-page poems for her.


Okay, some people get their feelings out in different ways and need different amounts of time to…

“I still talk with her mom and dad”

Dude, what the hell?

“Yeah, she still feels bad about breaking up with me”

I’m sure she told you that. You’re my friend and all but there comes a time where I’ll smack you in the back of the head, call you a dumbass, and question your sanity. She must have told you any or all of the standard female fare after a breakup (“I still think about you”, “I miss you”, “You were the best thing that ever happened to me”, “It’s not you, it’s me”, etc etc etc). All it is is rhetoric; it has zero basis in reality.

“She’s really upset”

How convenient. She’s trying whatever she can to keep you in her life while absolving herself of any responsibility while doing so. Been there, man! We call it “Rewriting the Past”.

“She sends me pictures of our dog”

Now she’s just screwing with you in a bad way. She’s trying to evoke emotion and a sense of togetherness over a shared experience to goad you into contacting her. Also how the hell did she get your dog?

“I don’t know what to do”

Turn your phone off or throw it in a lake; either one will have the desired result. I can’t necessarily be irked at him for not knowing what to do; hell, most things that caused the transition to The Red Pill were these exact kinds of events and even feeling helpless to some degree for some people. I’d much rather he come to me than start spiraling out of control.

Go no contact and take it a day at a time. It will absolutely feel like going cold turkey from an addiction but that’s the surefire way you’ll rebuild yourself into a hardened individual that’s capable of handling life and understanding the general truths of modern sexual relations.


You’ve now seen two completely true stories of transitions into the RP lifestyle. It’s always possible. Unfortunately there are times when it takes an absolute breaking of the spirit and the psyche to trigger it; these cases are the easiest to push toward the natural order of things, however.  In our cases experience really speaks and to the victor (he who has persevered) go the spoils.


We all have them.

At what point, however, do we look into ourselves to realize that it isn’t the end of the world? We’ve all done things that are better off buried and I’m sure we all have missed opportunities that we wish we could relive. Unfortunately that’s not life and we only get one chance. Somehow we have to find a way to live with our mistakes and keep on going.

Let’s take my colossal fuck-up as a pure example of how to live with regret.

The Setting

I went to dinner with my best friend, his girlfriend, and his grandmother. It was quite a motley crew if I do say so myself. Anyway, we went to a Norwegian dinner lodge so I felt quite at home (I’m part Norwegian and have quite a bit of the Viking culture in my blood). Being the dick that he is, my best friend thought he could catch me off-guard with lutefisk until I reminded him that I’m Norwegian and it’s the food of my people. I would feast on his now-downtrodden nature until we arrived at our location.

Upon arriving I had absolutely zero problem with the setting and felt quite comfortable among the other folks that graced our presence. I was wearing my “Haunted Mansion” shirt since I had just come from work so I felt a bit out of place as almost everyone else was in formal wear; I’m an engineer and a teacher so I’m allowed to wear whatever I please each day, luckily. I managed to find some kind of brotherhood (sisterhood?) in another patron as she had on Halloween garb and we discussed both Halloween and the Haunted Mansion at Disneyland. I heckled her roundly to the joy of her mother who was also in attendance; she was quite cute and had a great sense of humor but that’s beyond the focus of this post.

The dinner was for the most part uneventful. I made fun of Halloween Girl quite a bit and we enjoyed each other’s company. When thinking about it as this point I really should have gotten her number. I finished up dinner with my buddy and his folks and we went outside.

While walking around outside I found all kinds of interesting tables filled with either Norwegian history or culture. The ones that didn’t have some kind of Viking collectibles had trinkets from places of interest. Behind each table was a knowledgeable person with some kind of story to tell.

The Screw-Up

At one point during my journey I happened across one unassuming table. As I was leaving the person who was manning the table noticed my “Haunted Mansion” shirt. She and I struck up a conversation and she told me she was in attendance during Disneyland’s opening day in 1955.

Anyone who knows me can confirm that I’m a huge Disneyland fan and pride myself on knowing all kinds of things about it. Could I really luck out more than meeting someone who was there during opening day and getting the low-down from a first-hand account? She and I talked for about a half-hour and it was one of the best conversations I’d ever had about the park.

I’m sure you can see what’s coming here. As my friend had to take off I unwittingly left my source. I was already in the car and pulling away before I realized just how badly I had screwed myself.

I still kick myself when I think just what kind of information I could have pulled from her. I easily could have spent another three or four hours talking to her as well as regaling my own stories from the park to her. That is easily one of my biggest regrets and I unfortunately didn’t realize it until it was too late.


Some regrets are preventable and yet others are contextual to the point where you don’t realize you’re leaving a good thing until it’s already too late. The trick is to realize when it’s salvageable or when you have to put in extra work to prevent yourself from leaving a good thing. Sometimes, though, you can’t prevent yourself from leaving a great source or a great conversation and you’ll regret it for quite some time.