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The 3rd wave of game

Used to be that men learned how to handle women naturally by observing brothers, fathers, friends and naturals and copying their behavior. Since it is now illegal for a man to treat a woman in the way that makes her love him, we have fewer and fewer role models. This is why young men today have a hard time getting laid, and old men live in constant fear of their wives kicking them out of bed.

Luckily, men improvise, adapt, overcome. Enter game.

The 1st wave of game, the PUA wave, was Jews figuring out that if you pretended you were alpha, you would get laid. Gentiles caught on, and soon a budding community of young men were pretending to be alpha. And while you may argue with the method, you couldn’t argue with the results: men once again got laid.

But, as PUA godfather Erik ‘Mystery’ von Markovich demonstrated in his bouts of suicidal self-doubt, pretending to be alpha is a bad longterm plan. For a man to pretend to be something he is not, eventually leaves him horribly broken. Also, impossible to have any longterm relation with a girl, because women shit-test pretenders until they break, and while it is doable to pretend to be unbreakable until sex, it is impossible to keep up when you live together. So, time for a change.

Enter the 2nd wave of game: call it the Inner Game wave. I include 2 big schools of thought in this wave: Real Social Dynamics (RSD) and the Manosphere. RSD is a company founded by Owen ‘Tyler Durden’ Cook, an ex-pupil of Mystery. RSD did very well, in big part thanks to Tyler having learned from Mystery’s mistakes and making the in retrospect obvious connection that pretending to be alpha sucks, and that it is much more effective to be a cool guy that is at peace with himself.

The 2nd wave of game found that in order to bang women and be happy, have to reconnect with lost masculinity. Why pretend to be alpha, when the mindstate of alpha has been inside of you always? Lift, raise testosterone, raise your voice, make an effort to seduce women, and boom: happy sex life, relations become feasible.

Now, in the end RSD was just a company looking to make a buck so when push came to shove and the media accused RSD of being racist misogeny Hitler, Tyler’s #1 Julian groveled like a little bitch in front of CNN, thus proving he was still sort of pretending to be a cool guy that is at peace with himself. Tyler met a similar fate.

This is why the Manosphere is cooler than RSD, since when Roosh was confronted by the media he held his ground. But, in philosophy the Manosphere is not as different from RSD as they’d like to be, since the Manosphere’s answer, just like RSD, was to reconnect with masculinity. Turns out that defining what it is to be a man is pretty hard. Basically the manosphere’s answer to masculinity is to hang out in male groups (männerbunds), work out and smoke cigars while sharing a hearty laughter about the silliness of women.

The problem is that that is not exactly what men do. It is close, but not exactly. It is hard to get right, not sure if I will get it right, but it is something more like this.

Men are not by nature friends with one another. Men are wolves to other men. Even among brothers, who share half their genes, competition is fierce, so fierce that brothers might break all contact and never speak to each other again. If two brothers so easily act like wolves to each other, what does that say for unrelated men? The Manosphere ideal of a männerbund is that men bond by doing stuff together and they are loyal to the group because ‘tribal instincts loyalty HONOR’. That is not how it works. Men are constantly looking for ways to game the game, for ways to subtly screw over other men as to gain status for themselves. Any natural männerbund is constantly in a state of shifting alliances, as males constantly test and re-assess positions within the group, and if the group falls apart, no biggie, on to the next one, and if the next one fails, well there is always the männerbund I can join in the comfort of my house, by turning on the TV/YouTube.

Now, there is a reason why we are attracted to männerbunds; they allow for amazing feats of cooperation, the kind of cooperation that crowns kings and conquers nations. Naturally, such cooperation requires strict in-group loyalty: the stakes are too high to allow dissent. That is the kind of cooperation Manosphereans dream of when they talk ‘tribal instincts loyalty HONOR’. But, in the absence of a feasible goal for said cooperation, there is no use for members of the männerbund to organize in such hierarchical loyalty. If me taking your shit does not directly raise my status, why would I take your shit? Fuck you I won’t do what you tell me. That is natural law.

Truth is that social groups formed at work outweigh männerbunds, because work pays the mortgage, männerbunds do not.

Truth also seems to be that männerbunds for the sake of männerbunds have gay undertones, which seem to be a recurring theme in the Manosphere. This is why gays are a signaling hazard, but it is also a warning that there is a reason you don’t want to drop the soap in male prison, if you follow my drift.

So the Manosphere fell apart in bickering, gossiping, and internet posing, just like any männerbund without singular purpose.

To recap: the 1st wave of game was to learn how to get laid, the 2nd wave of game was learning how to keep a girl around. But, we were still looking for the purpose of keeping a girl around. Enter the 3rd wave.

The 3rd wave is about ‘clicking’ game back into society; to repackage it in such a way that, once again, men naturally learn game by observing brothers, fathers, friends, naturals and copying their behavior. To come full circle.

The purpose of game is to own a woman, to start a family and to enjoy what is best in life.

What the 3rd wave of game does is reconnect masculinity with spirituality, religion, God. It attempts to get males to cooperate on a mass scale, not because cooperation sounds nice, but because in order for males to flourish and not have their women fucked by drug dealers who steal their cars, have to conquer society. The 3rd wave accepts that men are wolves to other men, will always be wolves to other men, but that they may also display amazing feats of cooperation, and the trick is to set the stage for such cooperation within the framework of natural law.

The 1st wave had something sleazy, the 2nd wave something overcompensatory. The idea of the 3rd wave is to get it right, to judge any man by his ability to keep his house in order, that if someone’s girl is acting up, his friends may strongly hint to him: dude, fix that shit, and in doing so cooperate in a manner in which wolves can also cooperate.

The demand for our product is obviously there: increasingly we see men who are sick of divorce, sick of being spat out by women, sick of dating ugly tatted slutty bitchy women who aborted her child because scared for her career, scared that Jeremy Meeks would cross her off his booty call list. The 2nd wave of game offers these men rationalisations to exit the gene pool. The 3rd wave of game however promises a life of joy, adventure, and descendants.


Game is awesome

Sometimes we get so caught up in being bad that we forget how good it is to be bad.

Used to be I was clueless in dealing with women. Then I learned game from men like Roosh, Krauser, Rollo Tomassi, Mark Manson, Heartiste and Jim. And now I simply know how to deal with women.

Krauser once tweeted: once you learn game you start loving women for the same stuff you used to hate them for. I’ve found this to be completely true. I used to resent women for their whimsical nature, their unpredictability, their completely different way of filtering reality. Now I love them for it.

Dealing with women has become easy, because women naturally defer to a strong man. A good woman wants to make a bad man happy. They want to treat you in the way that you want to be treated. You just need to steer her in the right direction. Once you know how to do this, women simply stop being a problem in your life. 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one, as simple as that.

Much can be said about keeping a woman. Per Jim, it is difficult to explain the right method in words, because people differ and are apt to misinterpret your advice. You need to capture the spirit of keeping a woman; it is like keeping a dog, except that she is not a dog, she is a woman.

(A dog needs a bone, a woman needs to be boned)

Women need the man of steel and velvet. The man of steel part is creating the sandbox for her to play in. Your world, your rules. She wants to know that the buck stops with you, which is why it’s so important you tell her ‘no’ every so often. Then there’s the man of velvet part. Women need tender love and affection; it seems you can’t tell them often enough how proud you are of them. I know I am still surprised by the amount of cuddling my woman needs.

Game is not some full-proof method to completely control your woman. Women create drama, it’s what they naturally do. But game allows you to deal with their drama, allows you to exert just the right amount of control over the situation so as to steer it in the optimal direction. At any rate that is what game has done for me. And I know my woman loves me for it. Game is awesome.

Leftist game

Usually it is best to leave game posts to the inimitable Heartiste, but I recall Heartiste gabbing that he does not know any great players who are leftist. They exist. Perhaps I can help out.

We shall take a look at three levels of leftist game: crappy, decent and awesome. You will notice that all levels share a common theme: the men using them employ lies to their own -perceived- benefit.

The first level, crappy leftist game, is the typical Scalzy-esque snivelling game we’ve come to expect and loath from your typical lefty beta. The basic strategy of these men is to make sure everyone around them knows they are true feminists. They care about women, unlike some assholes. Naturally they expect women to reward them for their virtue-signalling and even more naturally they studiously rationalise away the lack of women in their lives. Guys using this type of game, unsurprisingly, rarely get laid. Women hate snivelling.

The second level, decent leftist game, is what a more self-developed leftist employs. These guys know girl basics: that the man needs to lead and that women are kinda kinky. Perhaps they have seen a couple of RSD videos. But they refuse to fully swallow the red pill. Instead decent game leftists defer to a rosy worldview in which everybody is their friend and every sexual relation is a way to ‘develop as a human being’ for both the guy and the girl. Typically they believe slutshaming is bad, discovering your sexuality through gangbangs is good and leaving every girl you date better than when you met her is the best. Isn’t life just amazing! These guys lay average girls.

The third level is maximum leftist game: it is narcissistic, charismatic and lie-like-there’s-no-tomorrow kind of game. I knew one guy on this level — his game was phenomenal, probably the best I’ve ever seen. A problem lesser leftist players have is that they tend to believe their own equalist lies thereby shooting themselves in the foot. Not this guy. One moment he would vent long monologues explaining the intrinsic power that women possess, the next he would text your sister for nudes. The contradiction between what he said and what he did never fazed him; he literally did not see it.

He was also a very eloquent talker, much like Heartiste: the kind of guy that cold approached hot women and within minutes get them to playfully hit him on the shoulder. His game wasn’t that different from shitlord game: endless teasing, reframing, joking around and escalating. The one thing that made his game typically leftist was his vulnerability game: he unwaveringly saw himself as a martyred messiah fighting the good fight for equality and against injustice. It’s not that he just wanted to pump and dump hundreds of women, no no no, he wanted to empower women. It just so happened to be that in the end there was a lot of pumping and dumping going on, not so much empowerment. At any rate the pretty girls kept coming and it always made me laugh. He dated beautiful women. Don’t hate the player, hate the game.

Anyways, I haven’t seen him in a while. Last I heard he was monologuing how Trump is in Putin’s pocket because Putin has compromising pee-pictures of Trump in a Moscow hotel room.