Our Predictions Were Wrong.

Can you believe Chateau Heartiste was 20 years ago?

Everyone in this niche loves to say it’s descriptive, not prescriptive. But people are people, and we all make predictions. In my research I’ve found a lot of old predictions and found out that it’s good that we stick to descriptions, because our prescriptions suck. Having said that, our doom and gloom predictions also suck, so there’s reason for hope.

Thankfully, it doesn’t really matter. No one learned anything over the last 20 years, none of what we have worked on will ever be accepted or adopted into the mainstream, and no one is coming to save us, we are truly free.

So in the vein of ‘ignore what she says, watch what she does’ I’m ignoring what the 3R’s of the Red Pill have said, and looking at what they did, and so can you.

This is the most shared chart in the history of charts, I’m pretty sure. Every angry embittered woman (foid) every sexless Christian defender of woman (simp) and every frustrated celibate (incel) and migrant (brownoid) uses it and attaches their latest blather about men and women and the ought of the day.

“Don’t trust your lyin’ eyes, trust my brand!”

The funny thing is, it’s not like Rollo Tomassi pulled it out of a hat and patted himself on the back for decrypting the Rosetta Stone. Roissy was talking about this five years prior and I’m sure that he took this from someone else that was well before my time.

The Limits of Game

May 29th, 2007 by Heartiste

Game is now packaged, marketed, and taught to tens of thousands of men in the US. At the rate the major businesses are growing and the books are selling, it’s possible that 10 million or more American men will have some knowledge of the fundamentals of game within a few years. This is a not-insignificant number. A percentage of those men will put forth the effort and apply what they’ve learned to their dating lives. When a critical love-em-and-leave-em juncture is reached, I believe the country will go through another social revolution similar to the great upheaval of the 1960s. What lies beyond is anyone’s guess, though I have my personal theories.

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Most men scoff at this. It takes many demonstrations by pioneers before the average guy will lose his long-held beliefs about how the world works. Even those guys who know about game and have immersed themselves in it like a religious follower at a tent revival find it difficult to change their old ways. For now, the status quo continues to be the default assumption. Marriage, rigged as it is against men in its current configuration, is still the norm people aspire to. And that is where game (to date) has fallen short; it is a great tool for pickup but needs refining for application in longterm relationships.

The year is 2007. By the time you get around to reading this it will have been twenty years. As far as I can tell, I’m the only guy who does this. There’s a lot of guys who know, and a lot of guys who implement, but unless I’m forgetting someone, I’m the only one who treats this unserious, yet important aspect of the human condition with the rigor of Roissy.

It took a half a decade of work on my end, and a decade in the trenches from faceless thousands, but I like to think we have refined the application for long term relationships. Roissy’s prediction was that was the missing piece of the puzzle to collectively ‘wake up’ men to the modern sexual landscape. And with a generation of hindsight to back me up, I can confidently say that absolutely nothing has changed, at all. It is still a rounding error of the population who is even aware of what I’m talking about (you) and the world has managed to do a better job convincing men to chop off their dicks and sneak into the girls bathroom while blasting the great trooned out bake sale to national television than convincing guys to take their own life happiness into their own hands.

Turns out that the Illuminati are way better than I am at getting men to live their lives. The better man has won Her/Their/wut?

Man was not built to thrive, man was built to toil, to sacrifice, to willfully become the step from which others can achieve greatness, or more SSRI prescriptions or something equally glib.

This isn’t doom and gloom though. While Roissy may have been wrong in a lot of his predictions, his negative predictions are also wrong.

By age 50, the decrepitude of mitochondrial degeneration will really begin to hinder a man’s ability to score. Women under 30 will not take his flirting seriously any longer. At this time, the amount of power (in the form of money) he’ll need to continue attracting younger women will rise exponentially. In graph form, it would look like this:

For women, their version of game, wealth, social status, and power over men are dependent on one necessary variable: her beauty. Once that goes, (and it usually goes faster for them than it does for men), they are shit out of luck. But for the brief window of time they have their beauty, they hold in their hands the power of the gods.

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Older women (between 30 and 45) who still have a few years of serviceability left in them can compete against the younger competition by putting out right away. Nevertheless, this is a temporary fix. Any man worth having will get his rocks off with the cougar and save his commitment for the kitten. A graphical representation of the market constraints women operate within would look like this:

I don’t know who Roissy stole his graphs from, but I know how they’ve evolved. Put these two MSPAINT drawings together, and you have the SMV chart from above. I prefer Roissy’s to Rollos representation. Not because I think one is better than the other, but because I disagree with Tomassi’s use of numbers.

The problem with numbers is it gives foids and brownoids and simps an excuse to waste everyone’s time arguing. I don’t think the chart works as a descriptive, but as an illustrative. The simplicity of knowing that men build up slow, peak late, and drift into their golden years, and women peak early, then hit a … wall tells a great story that one can apply to their own lives, men and women, without getting bogged down in the autism of debate or the branding of hate. Telling women it happens at 28 or 32 gives endless (at least twenty years, anyways) of fodder for an eternal gender war between the pumped and dumped against the underfucked and frankly, I’m tired of it, boss.

While game is the next step in the evolution of relations between men and women, it is not an alien technology with diplomatic immunity from human nature that will yield results for everyone under every circumstance. Street bums are not suddenly going to start banging quality pussy, though they may improve their meet to lay ratio with soup kitchen volunteers. For the man who truly wants the life that most men dream about, a multi-front attack improving his finances, physical well-being, and game, with one eye on the ticking clock, is the only way to go.

We could have had a golden age. Women could have been settling down early with the best man they could get a hold of, had some self awareness of men (we will fuck anything, but we don’t settle for mid) while men would know to calm the fuck down, not drive a van into a group of cheerleaders and get what they can while they enjoy getting better every year for a half a century.

But noo. We had to get shit like this instead.

The flaccid white nationalist and the foid creating the quizat haderach

If you don’t know who these people are, I congratulate you. One is a serial killer with a Uhaul and the other is White Nationalist Richard Spencer knocking up infamous misandrist RadfemHitler and being the Brangelina of the gender war. Are you more confused or less? Moving on.

And while I know and enjoy the branding playbook of the last 20 years of: say something provocative, farm hate comments to draw attention and audiences from the rubberneckers, I am saying it’s a necessary evil. Frankly, no one gives a shit to see charts and statistics battling in the octagon.

It’s been the way for as long as I’ve known this little niche.

Example 1: Someone writes a very generic, boring list of ways to get your shit together, act like a man, be honest with yourself, and stop trusting people that lie to you. Slap on a provocative title about warlords and then…

Vice grabbed it, NETFLIX had a serial killer show with the article on the laptop in some hit series that no one remembers now, but was all the rage back then. hundreds of assholes cried and bitched and moaned about it, and 20k new users subscribed to the red pill. Everyone got the same takeaway:

“How could someone write something this horrible. I have to see for myself. Wait, this is just about not being scared of women and not letting yourself get lied to?”

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And my prediction, which will likely not come true, is this is less useful than it had been in the past. In the cases where it is true, it’s this cargo cult version of online hate mobs: everyone knows it’s offensive, everyone performatively gets offended, and the audience largely tunes out of it. I do it, and have yet to get many hate comments from someone without a brand antiethical to mine. Their audience cheerleads their champion, while my audience cheerleads mine. We have entered the post modern, deconstructed version of our niche, congradulations.

Luckily, or unluckily depending on which side of the fence you’re on, things still chug along. Numbers are down, but the signal to noise ratio is skewing far more towards signal. In this case, the signal is a guy getting fucked over by some wife or girlfriend or pastor or parent or female friend or coworker. But hey, if it takes a kick in the nuts to kickstart a guys journey into the anti-kicking-nuts pipeline, who am I to judge?

The rubber neckers are burning out, the last blood is being squeezed from stones everywhere, and we are going back to a 1980s version of newsletters being sent out direct to consumers mailboxes. the money isn’t here anymore and so the opportunists are simply playing gender war until the next election year rolls around because, for some reason, politics will always be the place to battle for the fate of the universe and the attention spans of the bored mans disposable income.

It’s one of the few places here that are still available to work hard, be talented, and achieve something. maybe not greatness, but a mortgage payment or a visa to a country that doesn’t want you euthanized to save on healthcare costs. For the guys on the ground, it means there’s many different places to go to hone your skill of sticking dick into vagina without losing your soul in the process. And if you’re willing to curate your inputs, can absolutely carve out a little plot of land on Happiness island, in whichever county you see fit to.

The real lesson over the last twenty years of ignoring tone and focusing on content is that if you can ignore tone and focus on content, you can do great things, both as a creator and a consumer. And if you meet someone who calls herself BitchFeministHitler420 online, don’t throw a baby into her, for the love of god.

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