Ruthless World and Foreign Girls (Podcast)

I say

I’m still dreaming bigger than I’m living

And just sleeping long enough to dream

Spent long enough in the sheets

It’s time to turn it to the real thing

And turn these ideas to milli’s

Business in the buildings

No girlfriend, you’re looking for some feelings

Find a dentist

Me and my crew toured around the world

Shook a million hands

I never made the crowd fans

I made ‘em all fam

And came back to the city

That made us all men

Except we kings now

Reflecting, trying to take it all in

I put the city on my back

So that way if I fall

I’m crowd surfing the map

I turn mistakes into lessons

Dead ends to exits

On the journey of my life

So I’m inviting ya’ll to get in

Let’s go

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Emotional Equations

A rational approach to handling and understanding emotions...gotta look into this guy.



In his latest work, "Emotional Equations," Chip Conley takes the mathematics of human happiness a step further, creating simple formulas like anxiety = uncertainty x powerlessness, which, when used systematically, he says, can give individuals and organizations a concrete method for addressing the human needs that drive them.

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Jill Ann - Upstairs/Hefnerland (Book Review + Download)

Final Verdict: GAME CHANGER!

Book Description

In Jill Ann Spaulding's "Jill Ann: Upstairs," she reveals what really goes on behind closed doors at Hef's mansion- shocking and dangerous sexual practices, misguided and backstabbing young women, and more intrigue than a novel-only it's all true. A cautionary tale for young starlets and models . . .


My Review

The Playboy Lifestyle

Ever since I ventured on my quest to achieve the "Playboy Lifestyle," I had been going about it by trial and error. It wasn't until I realized that Hugh Hefner probably went through all the shit I had to go through in building Playboy, Inc. Of all people, he was the best candidate to copy-past-and-modify (CPM).

I researched for books about him and how he developed his Playboy Lifestyle. Few books really broke down what went on...until I came across this book.

Formely titled "Hefnerland", which was the original ebook version, the new paperback version is titled, "Jill Ann: Upstairs".

It's a real-world tell-all book about an ex-Playmate's journey through Hugh Hefner's lifestyle. I immediately got the book, and I can say despite Jill Ann's horrible writing ability, the content of the book was a game changer.

She broke down the lavish sexual lifestyle Hugh Hefner was leading. Here is an excerpt to understand what I mean...

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Hef hadn’t said one word to me since the greeting at the mansion. We were all getting drinks. Hef stood up and said, “Let’s dance.” Everyone got up and moved to the floor. The girls ordered shots and drank them readily. I managed to avoid drinking at all. I wanted to be in full control and hid the fact I wasn’t partying like the rest of them. As a poker player, I knew to keep my wits about me at the table—smart gamblers don’t drink at the table. Now I was gambling to be a Playmate, and I wanted to stay sharp. Hef was dancing around with different groups of girls, and then he came over to me and gave me a great big smile. I had watched all the party tapes of the mansion galas and noticed that every single girl kissed him on the mouth. I had planned this and was ready.

Give Daddy a kiss...I'm famous!

I kissed him on the lips and said, “Thank you so much for having me here.”

He didn’t respond but smiled again. The smile seemed genuine, and he looked like he was having a good time. He got into the rhythm of the music that was pulsing. Other girls came near, and we all started dancing and then I felt him put his hand on my butt. I suddenly felt out of my element—like someone working
undercover. I was doing something for a goal and had to act the part. No one had touched me except Bruce for many years, but I couldn’t give that away. I was not unhappy that he touched me. He was the most powerful man in the world of my dreams that I had held on to for so many years. All the girlfriends would kiss him and dance sexily with him. It was all an act for his image. I figured the seventy-six-year-old guy probably couldn’t get it up anymore and that he hadn’t for a long time and that was why no girlfriends were mad at him. Later in the evening he came over to me again and was dancing with me. He kissed me on the mouth, and I asked Kelly to take a picture of us dancing together. Without him saying one word, he motioned to Kelly that it was okay to take the picture and at that moment he put his arms around me, clinching my right breast, and we were cheek to cheek for the picture. I asked Kelly to also take one with my camera.

Hef got these bitches on a leash!

“After this, I and my girlfriends go upstairs and party. We would like you to join.”

I said just one word. “Sure.”

I was having a blast, but it was still hard not to look around to see who was watching us. About a half hour after this brief conversation, it was suddenly time to leave. All of us were escorted in a line by bodyguards to the limo, Hef at the rear. I assumed my position up in the front of the limo. Kelly whispered to me, “Hef would like you to come upstairs with him and his girlfriends when we get back to the mansion.”

“He said that to me when we were dancing, but I didn’t know what would happen for sure.”

“He really likes you. You’re so beautiful and nice. I wish you were one of them.”

“Well, if I become an official girlfriend I’ll ask them to invite you every time we go out.” She was incredulous. “Really?”

“Yes. You’re so nice and fun. You’re terrific.” Kelly was so enthused she was smiling from ear to ear. She said, “When you get back to the mansion you won’t have to do anything. You can just watch. You don’t have to participate. I’ll guide you through the entire time, and I’ll be with you all the way. Hef told me personally to take care of you.”

I was unbelievably excited to find out what happened “upstairs”—this mythical place of legend. I had no idea what to expect. I was excited and very curious. We all left the club and I was ushered into Hef’s luxurious limousine—designed to get us noticed. I noticed Hef passing out a pill of some kind to his girlfriends in the limo. In a whisper, I asked Kelly what he was giving them, and she said I had to be an official girlfriend before I would get one. The limo headed back to the mansion. Expensive champagne flowed, and girls, one dressed sexier than the next and all voluptuous, were hanging all over Hef. The music intense and I could feel the base shaking my whole body. The flashing lights inside the limo made me feel like I was on a disco floor.

The Playboy Mansion

We pulled up to the outside gates of the back of mansion, got out, and proceeded to walk up the long mansion drive in the dark, and headed in through the mansion’s front door and all walked up the stairs.

...

The start of the evening was thirteen girls. Now there were eleven of us. Tera and Kate were the only ones that had not gone upstairs for the afterwards party. Nicole, Britney, Michelle, Holly, Jennifer, Bridget, Amber, Kelly, Amanda, Melissa, and I all were present and accounted for.

In the middle of the bed was Hugh Hefner himself fully erect. He began giving himself a hand job. I watched him begin to kiss Holly, his main girlfriend, and he began to stroke his penis even harder. They were intensely making out as if no one was in the room at all and she looked like she was deep tonguing him and they were really going at it. I felt happy for him that he still had the stamina to get an erection, but I felt sorry for him because he definitely looked old. It’s a shame that even though in the mind we might be young our body doesn’t care and goes on without us. He was almost neon white with no tan at all. With clothes on he seemed to look okay, but with his clothes off he looked not appealing. He was still one of the most looked up to men in the United States to many guys, but the sight of him was a bit pathetic.

...

I still got it!

I was busy staring up at the ceiling. Hef was watching me, and it looked like he liked that I was watching. He touched the top of Holly’s head as to motion her to quit giving him oral. Taking out a bottle of Johnson’s baby oil that had Hef’s Baby Oil written on it she poured it quickly down his shaft. She then proceeded to mount him upright. She moaned as she slid down him and then rode him for about two minutes. He again touched the top of her head as a signal to get off. When she was done she took one of the warm plush towels out of a nearby bowl (the same one from the bathroom) and wiped his penis off. She applied fresh baby oil on his penis.

....

Nicole started to crawl her way up to the front of the bed and without hesitation flopped her left leg over Hef’s body and then slowly mounted herself on top of him. He held his penis to insert it inside her. With the baby oil as lube she began to slowly go up and down on him with her long blonde hair that covered her breasts flap against her body.

Suddenly startled by the next girls’ mounting I looked over at Kelly and gasped. I couldn’t stop my heart. What had I gotten myself into? What did I do now? I turned to Kelly. “They don’t use any protection!” I was not about to get into the oh my god he has sex with girls other then his main girlfriend question. It was too late for that.

....

When you get this famous, they call you "Mister"!

Michelle, my roommate, went next and had sex with him without protection for about two minutes. All the girls in the room were yelling. “Fuck her, Dad. Fuck her hard. Oh, what a big cock. Oh, ride her, Daddy. Give it to her, Daddy.” This went on through every single girl who rode him. Some were very seductive; some played it up to the mirrors. Some moved faster, and still others were arching back, letting him get full view of their bodies.

All of the girls that had sex with him did it while he was lying on his back except one girl they called China Doll, “Melissa.” She was an Asian girl with extremely long, black hair that shone glossy thick. He got up on top of this girl and had sex with her in that position, gazing into her eyes. Holly wiped off Hef’s penis between each intercourse. When Hef got up on China Doll, Kelly said quietly to me that this would really piss off the other girls. He didn’t get on top of anyone else. Kelly was keeping a continuous monologue to distract me or keep me focused that this was really hurting Holly. She was the only one who really loved Hef, Kelly told me, and it killed her to watch him have sex with all of these girls. It was true that the room seemed to go quiet when he had sex with China Doll. The usual cheering was not happening. It seemed that all the girls were letting Hef know of their disapproval.

Kelly said to me, “I have to go and thank Hef for the BMW he bought me. I’ll be right back. You’ll be okay.” With all those other girls on that same penis she grabbed it strong in her hands and began to suck on his penis.

...

Kelly asked me, “Do you want to have sex with him? It is a major honor. The girls are tested often.” I told her, “I think I’ll play hard to get.” She set me straight. “He doesn't play that way. He’s old and doesn’t need the challenge. He has girls willing to sleep with him anytime.”

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After all of the girls were done with him, Holly took a large bottle of baby oil that had a label “Hef’s Baby Oil” on it and poured a huge amount down her back. It slid down seductively and her back glistened.

Then she had anal sex with Hef. All the girls were in the background screaming, “Fuck her up the ass. Put your big cock up her ass. Give it to her.” I was shocked, not so much by the act itself—though that surprised me—but because I also knew anal sex carried with it the highest risk for AIDS and other diseases.
He slowly slid his penis into her, and she clearly was used to this as she didn’t grimace or react in pain.

"My cock is up her ass!"

Hef finally spoke. “My cock is up her ass.” He started making strange noises. After about two minutes, he withdrew, and his penis was still fully erect. He began to stroke himself and made all kinds of graphic noises, almost rehearsed, like in porno movies. Yet he seemed lost in his own fantasy. He was jacking himself off, and when he climaxed his legs jumped all around and he kept holding on to himself and making a lot of noise.

As soon as he had ejaculated, he lay back down, and he and Holly started making out on the bed as if no one else was in the room, and at that point all the girls removed themselves and disappeared. My mind was spinning. What had I just witnessed?
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If you liked reading those excerpts then you'll love reading the rest of the book. The author, gave away the ebook version of the book for free, so I have included the link to download it at the end of this review.


Here are my observations and break down of how Hugh Hefner runs his game.

1 - Rational Self-Interest - He is rational and selfish as fuck, and knows the game. He continuously plays and strings along Playmates, and wanna-be Playmates for his own benefit. A lot of the shit I've been doing, Hefner and his fellow hucksters in LA have been doing for decades. When I realized this, I was like, great minds really do think a like.

He repeatedly invites new girls testing to be Playmates to stay in his mansion, or attend his mansion parties. He then fucks them, and if they never make the magazine, he never outright tells them they haven't been chosen to be in Playboy. He tells them they're still being "considered" and just keeps on fucking them until they eventually get the message and figure out they didn't make the magazine. By then his fucked them for anywhere from a few months to a year or two and has already got his nut. He just keeps on kicking out old girls, and bringing in new ones. The cycle never stops, he's in his 80s and has been doing this game since the 60s. What Pimp!

3 main girlfriends

2 - Pre-selection - If there's anybody that is a king of pre-selection, it has to be Hugh Hefner. He is a master of this! He has 7 "official girlfriends" that he uses for this. These are girls he fucks more regularly. All the other girls around him and his magazine, are competing to become official girlfriends. He plays them against each other; the official girlfriends have diamond necklaces. From these 7 official girlfriends, he then stirs the pot some more by having 3 "main girlfriends". These are the girls that he goes out with in public.

Gotta fuck Hef to be on the cover

Most women find out that the only way to become an "official girlfriend" is to fuck him, so they sell their souls and do it! Hos will be hos! He also uses his magazine as leverage. Out of the 12 cover girls in Playboy each year, 6 are selected by Hugh Hefner. I think the other 6 are celebrities posing nude or something. And one fact to point out, that all aspiring Playmates quickly learn, is that the only girls that make the cover of the magazine, are girl's that have "dated" Hugh Hefner. They quickly makeout that "dated" means they consistently fucked him. So they fall in line.

3 - Playmates are Wings - Hugh Hefner barely runs any game. ALL his game is run through his girlfriends. This was the huge surprise and big eye opener for me. What he does is he goes out clubbing, or to parties twice a week with his official girlfriends. At the clubs he just posts up and drinks. Other hot girls that want to be in his magazine, or come to his Playboy Mansion parties come over and drop their numbers in his lap, or some times even straight out say they wanna have sex with him lol.

He then invites them to come back with him to the mansion to "party with his girlfriends". And that's it, he then either dances and kisses them, then they head out in his limo. He never directly mentions an orgy or sex, although that's his intention.

This is where the game is run. He goes to his bedroom and the official girlfriends get the new girls Hefner has pulled from the club and walk them through the process. The girls do the game from here on out. They tell the new girls to change into pink pajamas Hefner provides and ease them into it. They then all go into his bedroom and fuck this dude! Even if they don't wanna fuck him, all the other girls act as peer pressure, and most girls end up fucking. He usually fucks 10 girls in the same night! WOW!!!!

After reading this book, cold approaching seems so futile

Reading this book completely changed my mind! I was like, why the fuck am I doing this cold approach shit, I should be trying to live like this! This was the book that made me completely focus on building the Playboy Lifestyle and push cold approaching to the side.

This is the kind of book, that most PUAs should read. They'll learn a lot more from this book, than most books in the community.

Amazing book, epic read! I'm gonna modify my strategy with the principles from this book.

If you're looking for excellent quality writing, this is not your book. If you're looking for a detailed look at Hugh Hefner's lifestyle, then this book delivers. Jill Ann reveals details that are rarely published about Hefner's sex life. Well worth the read.

Download it here, and become legendary!

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How Superman Became Evil

 Is it not rational to choose evil as a means of survival in a cold and ruthless world?

I used to be a nice guy. Always looking out for everyone, in the particular context of my blog, never wanting to hurt girls. I never wanted to hurt anybody, I held altruism as a virtue; as the noblest ideal I could strive for. But regardless of the stature of my noblest virtues and actions, I repeatedly seemed to come up empty handed. I would keep on being left with my dick my in hand, figuratively and literally speaking.

It wasn't until I woke up and realized the notions of the reality I was living in. No matter how much people dared not name that which people did not want to be named, it would still exist. Me blanking it out as a consolation would not blank out reality.


"Reality exists as an objective absolute—facts are facts, independent of man’s feelings, wishes, hopes or fears" - Ayn Rand


I left the whimsical arbitrary concepts I used to have, and began using reason and facts to figure out reality. I learned that in order to command nature, I had to act according to its rules and identity. The statement "Reality is Absolute" means that reality is not subject to wishes, whims, prayers, or miracles. If I wanted to change the world, I had to act according to reality. Nothing else would affect reality. If I evaded this fact, my actions would not have their desired effects. My failure to do so would be a metaphysical justice.

I threw out my mystical notions; I stopped wishing, and hoping for miracles. I made the irrefutable verdict, that if I wanted to achieve my happiness, I would have to gain every single inch of it myself, and dare not have the notion that any man is obligated to help me gain it.

"When I disagree with a rational man, I let reality be our final arbiter; if I am right, he will learn; if I am wrong, I will; one of us will win, but both will profit." - John Galt

Science vs. Pseudoscience

I started from scratch, erasing my assumptions of reality and testing each one. Whenever I wanted to figure out if something was true, I would test it. I became a scientist for life, with a thirst to test everything I could about reality, in order to be able to command it and gain the values I desired.

Testing Online Game

Lots of messages, few follow through

As I've mentioned in the past, a lot of these revelations began with my forays in online dating. For the life of me I couldn't receive any dates with reasonably attractive girls from online. I kept hearing about how dudes where being messaged by girls online. The word was that online dating was so easy, it was considered "one step above prostitution". But my experiences begged to differ, that is if I didn't lower my standards and go after girls I considered to be war pigs.

As a scientist of life, I set out to test out reality and let it be the final judge. You've read about my hacking online dating post, so I won't elaborate on that again. But something I haven't mentioned till now, was that I also tested it out with someone else. For the sake of science, I ruthlessly used an old wing of mines photos; I stole his photos from Facebook, and put them onto a fake profile I created. The profile was an exact word-for-word copy of mine, so if they were going to be any differences in the results, they would be solely based off of looks and race. I shall refer to this wing as "The Stallion".

The White Stallion

Why use a wings photos and not just any random hot guy? I wanted to test it out with someone I knew personally and had been out there on the streets with me cold approaching. That way my personal observations about him and the reactions he was receiving from girls could be put to the test.

I did not pick this wing by random. He was a quasi-natural wing that came in talking a big game about how we were both going to become "PUA Gods" but after a few times of doing cold approach and getting his first lay, lost interest, telling me he knows he can get laid once or twice a year without trying, so he doesn't have to worry about it.

He also had the stereotypical good features that women like. He was white, good looking, over 6 feet tall and blonde...the only thing he was missing were the "blue" eyes haha.

Hypothesis

Before doing the test, as with any scientific experiment, I made a few hypotheses.

• Despite having the same exact profile, I had expected him to receive more messages than me.

Results

Superman Meets Reality

I tested the hacking online dating post with both our profiles in New York City, since it had the largest population of single women on online dating sites. Although I had expected his profile to perform better than mine, I was still shocked by the results.

• "The Stallion" received a steady stream of messages from 1-3 girls each week, without the hack, just by leaving his profile up. I on the on other hand got 0 messages...this is the same exact profile word-for-word.
• The Stallion received on average 3 to 4 times more messages from using my hack than I did
• The Stallion also performed better with "Black women" than I did...this was the HUGE shocker

Having no previous success in receiving dates with "attractive" non-Black girls online, I had consciously decided to just focus on "attractive" Black girls, thinking I would do better with them since we're the same race. Surprisingly, from my experience and tests, I do even worse with them. The only exception are African girls. Yet "The Stallion" was scooping up the hot Black girls with ease. I saw the messages from them with my own eyes and could not pretend to blank them out.

After objectively going over the facts, I saw the futile battle I was facing. If I couldn't even compete with this dude with women of my own race online, then there's no way in hell I'm going to "consistently" compete with him when it comes to Asian, White or Latino girls. This test showed me that I would never win this game playing by these rules.

"Hell, there are no rules here-- we're trying to accomplish something." - Thomas Edison

The rules were not in my favor; and as a rational man that refused to be at the bottom of the totem pole I did the only thing possible for me to do. 

I TOSSED OUT THE RULES! I said fuck it, and new I had to play by a different game. It was at this point last year that I took the above quote as the honor code of my new found philosophy, repeating it to myself every day. I knew if I wanted to ever be at the top of the totem pole, I would never win it by playing by the rules. During the process of this realization, fellow blogger Assanova posted these words of wisdom.

I would say that around ninety-nine percent of the men reading this aren't getting as much sex as they want. Why not? Because these are the men that like to play by the rules. They treat the game of women as something where there are rules that every guy follows, and every guy is on an even playing ground.

And that is the biggest downfall of guys looking to have sex. They never stop and think that any and every obstacle will be thrown in their way (anything that can go wrong, will go wrong), and they never stop to think that other men really do have huge advantages over them. Or maybe they do, however, they are doing absolutely nothing to help themselves.

Instead of accepting the disadvantages that they have and accepting that obstacles will always be in their way, they hold on to their sense of chivalry, their sense of being the good guy, and in turn, they continue playing by the rules; rules that will always work against them. If such men realized that the rules were rigged against them, then maybe they would actually start to succeed with women.

How many of you have let a pretty boy steal your girl when you were bigger than him and could have pushed him out of the picture with pure physical intimidation? How many of you have lost a girl that wanted to have sex with you because you didn't want to risk upsetting her friends? And how many of you were afraid to lie to a girl to her face to get what you wanted?

Most of you? You don't have the balls to do any of the above. And that's why you don't get laid; you just can't be the bad guy. You keep trying to play a game that you just can't win. The rules aren't fair, and the only way for you to win, is to throw them out of the window. Stop feeling guilty. If you want to win the game of women, you have to have your own self-interests in mind, because if you don't, some other guy will, and he'll be getting the women you wish you had.

The Guilt Free Man

In the process of becoming a rational man that lead his life by rational and objective tenets of reality, I knew I had to gain control over my emotions. I could not let the emotional whims or guilt persuade me to choose irrational decisions. I had to clearly define my "morality'.

“Happiness is not to be achieved at the command of emotional whims. Happiness is not the satisfaction of whatever irrational wishes you might blindly attempt to indulge. Happiness is a state of non-contradictory joy-a joy without penalty or guilt, a joy that does not clash with any of your values and does not work for your own destruction, not the joy of escaping from your mind, but of using your mind’s fullest power, not the joy of faking reality, but of achieving values that are real, not the joy of a drunkard, but of a producer. Happiness is possible only to a rational man, the man who desires nothing but rational goals, seeks nothing but rational values and finds his joy in nothing but rational actions." - John Galt

I began following a new philosophy, one that did not draw it's values and morality from society or religion.

I had the utmost reverence for Nietzsche's definition of a Superman.

No longer expecting a reward in heaven or a punishment in hell for whatever I do

"A Superman is constantly changing and in a state of rebirth and growth. He determines what is good and what is evil, not allowing religion or society to determine these things for him...He uses a reason that is independent of the modern values of society or religion. He determines his own values...a Superman does not believe in an afterlife or the power of the soul over the body because he does not believe in religion and has no proof of an afterlife or a God. Therefore, he makes the most out of this life, not depending on a reward in Heaven or a punishment in Hell for what he has done on Earth."

Living life guilt free!

“You have heard no concepts of morality but the mystical or the social...Your pleasure, you have been taught, is to be found in immorality, your interests would best be served by evil, and any moral code must be designed not for you, but against you, not to further your life, but to drain it. 

“For centuries, the battle of morality was fought between those who claimed that your life belongs to God and those who claimed that it belongs to your neighbors-between those who preached that the good is self-sacrifice for the sake of ghosts in heaven and those who preached that the good is self-sacrifice for the sake of incompetents on earth. And no one came to say that your life belongs to you and that the good is to live it." - John Galt

As I evolved, my definitions of Good and Evil where no longer determined by others, society or religion; they were determined by me, using the following notions.

Good: rational self-interest; that which helps me achieve my ultimate potential and survival is to be held as a virtue (Caveat - As long as it doesn't break any major laws, it's fair game)

Evil: altruism; that which views me achieving my ultimate potential as an evil, is holding my death as a virtue

"Original Sin"

But I also knew I was living in an irrational world, one with religion and societal morals; morals that were inverted. They both preached the irrational as a rational, they deemed man's nature, that which is his means of survival as evil! The good to me, would be considered evil to them

"...If the practical, whatever you must practice to exist, whatever works, succeeds, achieves your purpose, whatever brings you food and joy, whatever profits you, is evil-and if the good, the moral, is the impractical, whatever fails, destroys, frustrates, whatever injures you and brings you loss or pain-then your choice is to be moral or to live... you dare not fully to be evil or fully to live. When you are honest, you feel the resentment of a sucker; when you cheat, you feel terror and shame...You pity the men you admire, you believe they are doomed to fail; you envy the men you hate, you believe they are the masters of existence. You feel disarmed when you come up against a scoundrel: you believe that evil is bound to win, since the moral is the impotent, the impractical." - John Galt

Man has two fundamental parts to his nature, with the second one building on top of the previous. They are the following, in order of importance.

1 - Survival (Natural Selection)
2 - Reproduction (Sexual Selection)


Survival - Everything man does is a means to survival. It is the utmost important part of his being, so much so that it is ingrained in his body via instincts and has warning signals when it is on the verge of not surviving, i.e. pain and hunger.

Reproduction - The second part of mans nature is so intertwined with the first, survival, that the man that is MOST ABLE to survive, receives the most opportunities to reproduce. This fact is presented throughout our lives with the rich, the famous, the good looking, those most prosperous have an unfair domination of the sexual access to women.

"What shall it profit a male if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his immortal genes?" - Richard Dawkins

Those that are most able to reproduce, dominate future generations. Their genes are passed on, and those least able are thined out of existence. You could be the man most able to survival; you could literally be a superhero like "Superman" with genes that let you fly, jump over buildings and lift entire planets. But that is all for naught if you're not able to reproduce! If you don't pass those genes on, the future will never care for your existence.

"If man is evil by birth, he has no will, no power to change it; if he has no will, he can be neither good nor evil; a robot is amoral. To hold, as man’s sin, a fact not open to his choice is a mockery of morality. To hold man’s nature as his sin is a mockery of nature. To punish him for a crime he committed before he was born is a mockery of justice. To hold him guilty in a matter where no innocence exists is a mockery of reason. To destroy morality, nature, justice and reason by means of a single concept is a feat of evil hardly to be matched. Yet that is the root of your code." - John Galt

A living entity that regards its means of survival as evil, does not survive. A lion that goes against it's nature and refuses to hunt an antelope because it is "evil" would be wiped out of existence. It is a mockery to morality for a person to throw a piece of meat into a lion's den and then chastise the lion for eating the piece of meat; that is the lion's nature; it's means of survival. In the same manner, it is a mockery for people to chastise a human for his nature.

Money is not the root of all evil

What do I mean? I mean that it is immoral for people, society and religion to chastise a rich man for his love of money; his wealth shows that him, or his predecessors were very adept at surviving. In the same tone, it is immoral for people, society and religion to chastise a man for relentlessly wanting and working hard to improve his reproductive success and sexual access to women. Man's nature is sexual, that is as pure a fact as you can get. If it weren't true, man would not exist. All the asexual men that disagreed were weeded out by sexual selection, and continue to be weeded out.

Throughout this whole process I learned that the only thing that matters are my own personal values and morality; which are personal and private matters that are selfish in nature.


At the end of the day, I discovered the irrefutable verdict is this:

"Nature is amoral. It does not give a fuck about fairness or morality. Nature rewards the organism best able to survive; the organism playing the best strategy regardless of that strategy's morality" - Superman

As cold as those words sounded the first time I thought about them, I could not deny the salient truth. Life is not like a Hollywood movie; most of the times the bad guy actually wins! There's no such thing as "karma" ; that is a figment created by society and religion to make me feel good whenever I feel like a sucker! A trick to keep me in the matrix. 

"He who wins the war writes the history books" - Alexander the Great

The person that wins the war is the one that writes history. Which leads to the following:

"All is fair in love and war" - John Lyly

"All war is deception" - Sun Tzu (The Art of War)

Assuming that anything goes in war, it leads one to realize that the most deceptive, the side that least abides by the rules, is the one that is most likely to win! And after their win, they are free to write the history portraying themselves as the "hero" and the other side as the "villain". Imagine what the history books would have said if Hitler had won WWII. Case in point.

Being the new rational man that I was, I saw that regardless of the outcome, they would be no magical karma fairy in the sky that would "even" things out. Life was a game, that either had no referee, or if it did, it didn't care about fairness and just rewarded the last man standing, regardless of how he got into that position.

"It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent that survives. It is the one that is most adaptable to change. In the struggle for survival, the fittest win out at the expense of their rivals because they succeed in adapting themselves best to their environment."

Primer in Evolution and Math

Survival of the Fittest

A fundamental aspect of life is that it is a game, an evolutionary game that is. Whether people want to admit it or not, the reality remains the same. Each human is pitted against other humans and organisms, with the reward being survival and reproduction, and the rewards for failure are being completely wiped out of the gene pool. 

Despite human protests, both survival and reproduction can be quantitatively and qualitatively measured. Consequently, a "rational" approach can be taken to maximize one's payoffs. This can be summed up in the subject of "Evolutionary Game Theory".

Survival Measurements (Natural Selection)

Quantitatively: Either you die or you live. Strictly measured by age. The older you are, the more adept you are at surviving.

Qualitatively: How well is your life? Are you surviving well, or are you surviving by digging for scraps at the bottom of the pecking order. This measurement is subjective, but still measurable. In your current environment and socioeconomic status, what is the probability you will not die a natural death? A rich man in a gated mansion has a lower probability of death than a homeless man on the streets, irrelevant of whether they both think they are living a quality life.

Reproduction Measurements (Sexual Selection)

Sexual Selection

Quantitatively: Either you reproduce or you don't. Either you have sexual access to women or you don't. Strictly measured by mating and sexual access to women. The more offspring and sexual access to women you have, the more adept you will be at reproducing and passing on your genes.

Qualitatively: How many off spring did you rear and how well off are they? Are they disabled or handicapped and likely to have less mating opportunities as a result? Will they have to start at the bottom of society, or will they will start at the top. How able will they be to maintain a place at the top, socioeconomically.

In the process of learning about Evolutionary Game Theory, I decided that I could no longer afford to irrationally partake in the game of life and receive whatever random results I received. I wanted to have the upper hand and maximize my payoffs; a position that could only be achieved by holding rational self-interest as the highest virtue in my life.

Math is the Language of Life

As much as people hate it, the universe is Math. Although statistically improbable, if there ever is a god, one thing all scientists agree on is that he would be a Mathematician.

Although I'm an engineer, I used to not care much for Math until I became rational and learned how eloquent Math could be in explaining the magic of life. When I hear other people say you cannot use Math to solve everything in life, I realize I am dealing with someone not based in rationale; most likely a mystic.

If you look all over the universe, everything we comprehend as humans is explainable by Mathematics. Electricity is Math. The rate of blood flowing in our bodies is Math. The way we travel, fall, live, etc. can be represented by Math. The three major sciences that explain life, Physics, Chemistry and Biology, are represented in Math. If there's anything we don't know yet, that just means we haven't yet finished solving the equations for it yet. Physics are working hard in solving "The Theory of Everything," which will explain everything in the universe in one equation.

Modeling

Modeling War Strategies

This leads to modeling. People build models to better understand situations, without having to put in as much opportunity cost as the actual situation. For instance, in wars, rather than going to war and learning by trial and error what is the best strategy to play, while in the process losing troops; it is far better to model different war situations on a board, and find the best strategy there. This saves you time and troops. This is one of the reasons why Napoleon Bonaparte was so successful. 

Yes, modeling something does not necessarily constitute reality, and things do not always go as planned. However, that does not mean that one shouldn't do it. You are far better off modeling things, and having a general idea than blindly just going with the flow.

Okay, so where the fuck am I going with all this Math talk?

This is where Math comes in. Math allows us to model everything in the universe, and have a general understanding of it. The computer you're reading this on right now, can be explained in Mathematical models, starting with the electricity flowing in it, E=MC^2, to the binary bits that run the computer.

One of the beautiful things I came across, was the field of Game Theory. Remember how I said life was a game? Well, the game of life can be modeled via Game Theory.

Game Theory



Definition: "The branch of mathematics concerned with the analysis of strategies for dealing with competitive situations where the outcome of a participant's choice of action depends critically on the actions of other participants. Game theory has been applied to contexts in war, business, and biology"


Strategy

Definition: "A player's strategy, in game theory, refers to one of the options he can choose in a setting where the outcome depends not only on his own actions but on the action of others. A player's strategy will determine the action the player will take at any stage of the game."

Dominant Strategy

Definition: "Occurs when one strategy is better than another strategy for one player, no matter how that player's opponents may play"

Primer in Evolutionary Game Theory

The Game of Life

 The key insight of evolutionary game theory is that many behaviors involve the interaction of multiple organisms in a population, and the success of any one of these organisms depends on how its behavior interacts with that of others. So the fitness of an individual organism can’t be measured in isolation; rather it has to be evaluated in the context of the full population in which it lives.

An organism’s genetically-determined characteristics and behaviors are like its strategy in a game, its fitness is like its payoff, and this payoff depends on the strategies (characteristics) of the organisms with which it interacts. 

The ultimate thing I learned from Evolutionary Game Theory, was the concept of Evolutionary Stable Strategies. This concept was so life changing that it encompasses the major part of my current morality! Everything that I have discussed so far in this post, is pretty much summed up in this strategy.

Evolutionary Stable Strategies (ESS)

A strategy that is an ESS looks like this. No competition!

Definition: "A strategy which, if adopted by a population of players, cannot be dominated by any alternative strategy that is not a dominant strategy. Once it is fixed in a population, natural selection alone is sufficient to prevent alternative (mutant) strategies from dominating it successfully."

My previous quote about nature being amoral (reprinted below) is a more layman terms definition for Evolutionary Stable Strategies.

"Nature is amoral. It does not give a fuck about fairness or morality. Nature rewards the organism best able to survive; the organism playing the best strategy regardless of that strategy's morality" - Superman

The reason I say it encompasses my current morality is for the following reasons:

1 - Rational - It assumes the individual is after his own rational self-interests. An ESS is always in the best interest of the individual, and is not concerned with altruism or guilt, unless it benefits the individual.

2 - Reality -  It is based on reality! An ESS is firmly grounded model of life and reality, allowing an individual to make a rational decision without relying on arbitrary whims of emotion, guilt, etc. If reality changes, the ESS would change as well.

3 - Nature -  An ESS is concerned with the two most vital parts of man's nature. Survival and reproduction. Those are the final payoffs that are measured, allowing one to explicitly keep track of how he is performing in the game of life.

Iterated vs Non-Iterated Games

In simplified Game Theory, just like in real life, they are usually two general choices. To "cooperate", or to "defect". Whichever is the ESS is determined on whether the game is iterated or non-iterated.

Non-Iterated Games/ Zero Sum Games

One shot! No redos! You play the game once.

Games that are played only ONCE. With only one winner, and one loser. Both people cannot win in a zero sum game. One-shot-one-kill I like to call them. For non-iterated games, the dominant strategy and ESS is to defect. For the sole reason, that if you don't, the other player could defect on you, leaving you empty handed, and since you're only playing the game once, you'll never be able to retaliate. 

Iterated Games/ Non-Zero Sum Games

Cooperation is great in Non-Zero sum games

Games played more than once. You play the other player more than once. The dominant strategy and ESS in iterated games is to cooperate, because if you defect, the other player will retaliate in the next game. Which leads to a never ending run of mutual defection, until someone eventually forgives.

Defecting and Tit for Tat as ESS Strategies

In Non-iterated and Zero sum games, the best thing for a rational individual to do, is to Defect!

Reward good behavior. Punish bad behavior.

In Iterated and Non-zero sum games, the best thing for a rational individual to do, is to play Tit for Tat. That is, he cooperates, but if he's opponent defects at all, he immediately in the next game, puts his ass in check, and defects back! He then follows up by doing whatever his opponent does; if the opponent learns and cooperates, the individual cooperates; if he doesn't, he keeps on defecting.

One thing I learned, was that always cooperating is never an ESS. It's fine and dandy to cooperate, but the Math says if your opponent defects, you retaliate. So much for the "karma fairy"! The Math says you handout the karma yourself. If you don't, and decide to take the so called higher moral road, you will end up with the worst possible outcome, "THE SUCKER'S PAYOFF!" AKA "THE DICK IN YOUR HAND PAYOFF!"

Real World Application

Okay, so what the fuck! How the hell can I, or anyone for that matter, use this theory in real life?

Once I grasped the concept of an ESS, I held it as the highest virtue I could strive for. It took me a while, but after a few months I had shifted my mindset and had become a walking ESS calculator. I stopped playing by the old rules, and I referred to it whenever I had to decide between major choices.

For instance, on a macro-level, putting less focus on pickup, and more focus on building a Playboy Lifestyle, was demonstrated in the fact that the PUA lifestyle was not evolutionary more stable than having a Playboy lifestyle. The Playboy Lifestyle dominated the PUA Lifestyle, making it a dominant strategy and an ESS.

Secretly toasting to Game Theory at a photo shoot

On the micro-level, I use it to decide quickly between decisions. For instance, if it's a cold approach (Non-iterated/Zero sum game) where I'm likely to never see a woman again, and a woman asks me for my age, I know it's an ESS to lie to her and tell her whatever she wants to hear. In my irrational past I would always tell older women my age, feeling proud for telling them the truth despite me ending up empty handed most of the time.

The new rational me looked at it like this. If two types of men are competing with each other for sexual access to women, the cheats, the ones that lie for their benefit are obviously going to receive more mating opportunities than the honest men. This leads to evolution favoring the cheats, as they will have more of their offspring passed into the future due to them having more mating opportunities. Consequently, the honest men will be slowly thinned out to near existence, until either they adapt and start becoming cheats themselves; or women adapt and begin testing more; or until the honest men become extinct.

This leads a rational man to conclude that the cheat is an ESS, and the honest man is not an ESS, at least in cold approach. Does that reality sound harsh? Yes, but that doesn't change the facts. Reality exists independent of people's subjective and whimsical opinions, feelings, and emotions.

The caveat that makes things better is in situations where you're bound to see the women again, i.e. work, social circle, etc. (Iterated/Non-zero sum game). In this situation lieing would not be an ESS, since the social repercussion could hinder you in the social group. In this scenario, it's best to cooperate, and only defect when the other player defects.

Be ready to defect first in zero sum games

Applying this to my Playboy Lifestyle, I now have no problem selling women, models and pageant queens pipe dreams that will never materialize if it's an ESS for me to do so. It would be irrational for me not to!!! Almost all the situations I am in with them, we are interacting in non-iterated/zero sum games. Which means, if I don't defect first, they are eventually going to defect on me, which is usually in the form of flaking out of photo shoots, projects, dates, etc, leaving me with the sucker's payoff holding my dick in my hand. The best way to protect myself from all this is to make sure I am ready to defect first, don't feel guilty about defecting, and get whatever I want out of the interaction as quickly and efficiently as possible, before they defect.

This is what an ESS looks like

The payoffs I have received ever since partaking in this new philosophy and morality have been phenomenal and speak for themselves. I make no qualms about it, I maybe do some things that are frowned upon by some on my way to becoming the Black Hugh Hefner, but your boy is living like never before. Nature calls this "WINNING"!

The beautiful thing is, once I make it to the top, if I choose to, I can write the history books and talk about how chivalrous and noble I was on my way to the top...mwhahahahaha!

NOTE: This is one of my longest posts ever! I also consider it my most philosophical, technical and rational post as well. Take this as a preview of the kind of things I want to write about in my future book, which I have titled "The Rational Playboy". It's still in it's infancy, and probably will be ready in 3-5 years, yes I am serious! I consider myself to still be growing and progressing in my journey, but decided to make myself accountable and get a head start on it!





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