Say you are literally on the bones of your ass, clothes you are stood up in, no money, no place to stay, nothing to eat, those are your circumstances, I’ll judge you by how you react, if you steal food, what do you steal and who do you steal it from, did you have any practical alternatives to stealing that food, etc.

I have news for you though, *I* didn’t have any mentors in the red pill, I had (some, a very few) mentors in what is *right*, I’m not here to be a red pill mentor, I’m here to say what is, I believe, right, if I am wrong then my arguments will be easy enough to de-construct and refute using simple logic and observation of actual fact.

If it walks like a duck, quacks, etc…lol

I was very, very, very, lucky to be born into an intact family with good mum and dad in the yoo-nited states. My dad is an engineer, he’s a hard man (in blue pill language, “controlling”). My mom is a sweet lady, and of course she’s a woman she has her crazy moments and whatnot, but she always put us before her career (which was only part-time, during school hours). They’re not perfect, but as parents they are, in my eyes about as close to perfect as one could ask for in this day in age. The reason I bring that up is because even though they’ve done an exemplary job as parents, they are still very blue pill, and as such, there are aspects of life that they were unable to prepare me for. I’m not blaming them, and considering that we were all born in a blue pill pharmacy, only those with the most vigilant thirst for reality will ever question The Official Word. In fact, it’s a bit of a paradox. In these times, would the household I grew up even be possible if my dad was not dyed-in-the-wool blue pill, would he still put up with my mum’s moments of craziness and still assume the role of beast of burden? So there’s that. OK, OK, getting to the point.

For many of us youngsters (I’m in my mid twenties), we simply don’t have ANY mentors on the red pill, ESPECIALLY when it comes to women. At best, there are some generic brand red pill packages that on closer inspection, are more like purple pills, there is clearly still a lot of blue that went into the manufacture of said pill. That is why this blog has become a most valuable insight into the nature of wimminz. Not the nature we’ve been taught since birth, or by our parents, or even the one we desperately want to believe to protect our ego/worldview/whatever. It’s red pill, reality, this is wimminz motherfucker, NAWALT, wake the fuck up. That is something many of us have NEVER heard before, but desperately need to have pounded in our heads so we don’t do something that could fuck up our entire lives. I’d buy you a pint, but I’m not in suburban England that often, maybe someday. So, I just wanted to sincerely say, THANK YOU!!!