How Far We’ve Come

Then: Strong orators delivering inspiring speeches to stir the collective soul of the populace.


“This is a breathtaking pace, and such a pace cannot help but create new ills as it dispels old, new ignorance, new problems, new dangers. Surely the opening vistas of space promise high costs and hardships, as well as high reward.

So it is not surprising that some would have us stay where we are a little longer to rest, to wait. But this city of Houston, this State of Texas, this country of the United States was not built by those who waited and rested and wished to look behind them. This country was conquered by those who moved forward–and so will space.

William Bradford, speaking in 1630 of the founding of the Plymouth Bay Colony, said that all great and honorable actions are accompanied with great difficulties, and both must be enterprised and overcome with answerable courage.

If this capsule history of our progress teaches us anything, it is that man, in his quest for knowledge and progress, is determined and cannot be deterred. The exploration of space will go ahead, whether we join in it or not, and it is one of the great adventures of all time, and no nation which expects to be the leader of other nations can expect to stay behind in the race for space.

Those who came before us made certain that this country rode the first waves of the industrial revolutions, the first waves of modern invention, and the first wave of nuclear power, and this generation does not intend to founder in the backwash of the coming age of space. We mean to be a part of it–we mean to lead it. For the eyes of the world now look into space, to the moon and to the planets beyond, and we have vowed that we shall not see it governed by a hostile flag of conquest, but by a banner of freedom and peace. We have vowed that we shall not see space filled with weapons of mass destruction, but with instruments of knowledge and understanding.

Yet the vows of this Nation can only be fulfilled if we in this Nation are first, and, therefore, we intend to be first. In short, our leadership in science and in industry, our hopes for peace and security, our obligations to ourselves as well as others, all require us to make this effort, to solve these mysteries, to solve them for the good of all men, and to become the world’s leading space-faring nation.”

Difficult to only choose one section, read this fantastic speech in its entirety here.




Great Books For Men Is Unfortunately Gone

Read GBFM’s One Cock Rule

GBFM has apparently been suspended by wordpress rather suddenly for undisclosed reasons. Thursday night he/she/they replied in typical long form to a comment I left there and come Friday morning the site was gone. A sad day indeed, for GBFM has proven to be one of my favorite writers in modern times.

Where once stood a sea of nihilistic game bloggers and churchians, GBFM carved out a niche where men looking to better themselves through scripture, literature, and moral virtue could find solace. Before I found Deep Strength and a few other blogs, his was the only one that exalted the teachings of Jesus, the values of honor, respect, and family, while also taking the time to provide a comprehensive list of books for men to read. Years ago I was one of fanboyz mashing buttonz in my basements, a PUA artsitsz trying to get my occkas wet in sterile bungholez and sterilized ginaholez made sterile by the fed’s before and morning after pillz. But his constant urgings to find the solutions to my problems in the great literature of our forefathers was one of the main reasons I started to not only read the Bible but also apply the teachings to my life.

Without further adieu, here is one of my favorite pieces he has penned.



The renaissance hath begun.

As Athena called Telemachus to adventure–to sail forth and learn the news of His True Father Odysseus, so too does GBFM call upon ye to man up, sail forth, and learn the news of your true Fathers.

Like Hamlet you came of age in a world where your father–THE GREAT BOOKS FOR MEN–had been murdered. Where they had been debauched, debased, bernenekfified out of the fiat-debt curriculum. And just as Hamlet’s Father called upon Him to Avenge his Death and Set the World Right, so too do I call upon all of ye buton-mashing gamersz and manboob betasz churchians to Man Up and Honor Your True Fathers.

Like Odysseus’s son Telemachus you came of age in a house occupied by false suitors trying to buttehxt your mom Penelope alongside your future wife, deosuling her faster than Bill Bennett can gamble away a million dollars in Vegas. You came of age in a home absent of your true Father–Odysseus and THE GREAT BOOKS FOR MEN.

Like Telemachus and Hamlet, you were born to know of your Fathers and do the work of your Fathers, as did Jesus. And like Jesus, you were born into a fallen world occupied by arrogant neeoconth Scribes and Pharisees, lorded over by intellectually-indifferent Pontius Pilates, ruled by mobs (and female prison wardensz lzozlz) who vote to set the murderer free, while sending Jesus to die upon the Cross.

But all of that was then, and This is Now.

Do not fail to Honor your Fathers by neglecting to live for the Classical, Epic Honor that so many of them not only Lived for, but Died For.

Do not turn away from the vast Gifts they bequeathed you with–THE GREAT BOOKS AND CLASSICS.

Begin today, begin today, all ye fanboyz mashing buttonz in your single-mom’s basements, all you PUA artsitsz trying to get your occkas wet in sterile bungholez and sterilized ginaholez made sterile by the fed’s before and morning after pillz. Begin today, all my fatherless, ritalin-addicted, gold-farming sons and READ the GREAT BOOKS FOR MEN.

Learn of the HONOR of your FATHERS form Achilles and Moses on down. The tiny-cckcoaaks white-knighting Churchians will scowl and stamp their feet and scream at you that Jesus cam to Abolish the Law, while Jesus himself stated that He came to Fulfill it.

When you were a child ye partook in childish things–in mashing buttons in your meaningless videogamez.

But now that you are a Man, it is time to Man Up, which does not mean marrying a babebrnekified beenrnakified butethxted, desouled, single monz, but reading THE GREAT BOOKS FOR MEN.

Begin today my firendz. BEGIINZ TODAYZ.

I propose that a renaissance in the Great Books and Classics is needed so as to re-instill a more traditional Code of Honor which will enrich the lives of men, women, and children, and liberate us all from the debt-financed debauchery, deconstruction, and debasement.

All men should begin immediately by reading the following books which the central bankers and their fellow churchians hate, fear, and detest:

1. Homer’s Iliad
2. Homer’s Odyssey
3. Exodus & Ecclesiastes & The Psalms
4. Virgil’s Aeneid
5. Socrates’ Apology
6. The Book of Matthew & Jefferson’s Bible
7. Plato’s Repulic
8. Seneca’s Letters from a Stoic
9. Aristotle’s Poetics
10. Dante’s Inferno
11. The Declaration of Independence
12. The Constitution
13. John Milton’s Paradise Lost
14. Shakespeare’s Hamlet
15. Newton’s Principia
16. Adam Smith’s Wealth of Nations and Theory of Moral Sentiments
17. Henry David Thoreau’s Walden
18. Mark Twain’s Huckleberry Finn (& all of his work)
19. Shakespeare’s Hamlet
20. Ludwig von Mises’ A Theory of Money and Credit
21. F.A. Hayek’s The Road to Serfdom
22. Herman Melville’s Moby Dick
23. Einstein’s The Meaning of Relativity
24. Joseph Campbell’s The Hero With a Thousand Faces and The Power of Myth
25. Ron Paul’s Revolution & End the Fed

And as men are reading the Great Books for Men, they must start enacting their principles in the living world, so as to exalt our legal system and universities, for it is not enough to think and read, but virtue is ultimately defined by *action*.


Good luck to you GBFM, I wish you well.





Feminists Cried: Olympics Prove Women Can Be Successful AND Attractive

*Rest easy, this post contains no pictures of feminists.

Every four years some of the most dedicated and physically fit human beings alive get together to have wild orgies and sometimes compete against each other for national glory. If you look at these games as a microcosm of humanity we can glean valuable information from them. In particular what characteristics we look for in short term sexual partners. Most of the female Olympians I see in competition fit a standard (excellent) bill.  Long hair, radiant smiles, and of course top shelf ability. No matter what country they hail from or what sport they compete in, they all attempt to cultivate a traditional feminine appearance.


Abby Ghent
Abby Ghent

But if you think about it, these are the same women who should have every excuse to slack on the additional beauty tips. Of course their bodies are in excellent shape due to the rigorous training, but makeup, hair, nail polish, take precious time when your sore from training for 8 – 10 hours a day. This stands in stark contrast to ugly feminists everywhere who claim they are too “busy” to pretty themselves or cultivate a pleasant personality. These Olympians train daily for years to be the best in the world while Lindy West trains to see how many doughnuts she can fit in her mouth at once.

Allison Baver
Allison Baver

These Olympians serve as an inspiration to all women, you can be the best in the world and still look good.  But hey I’m sure Sandra Fluke had a harder day lobbying on Capitol Hill.



Real Advice For Members

“You can’t be paralyzed by fear or failure, or you will never push yourself.”


Redpiller1985 posted an interesting article yesterday over on RoK that shined a light into the dark recesses of the “omega” (I hesitate to use the familiar alpha / beta / sigma dichotomy) male yesterday which caught my attention. I felt that in order to understand my comment some context must be provided lest I be labeled intolerant or worse.

Here is my comment:

First off fuck these losers, they provide NOTHING of value to society and receive all the benefits (welfare, safety, food, etc…) They are not “harmless” as some have suggested, and deserve all of societies scorn and derision for being the leeches they are. Can you imagine the audacity of these losers to publicly vent their hatred for the regular people who provide everything for them? Besides the obvious they also harm society in another more subtle way.

I weep for the plight of the parents. From the first time a man holds his infant son he imagines the great things he can accomplish as he grows. Playing sports, gaining an education, forming a semblance of personality and the great things adult life brings. He hopes this child will provide value to society and maybe become a pillar to his community, helping those in need by assuming the role of a leader both in community and his own family. Truly the future of the child is boundless and uninhibited.

Years later the father watches his son fail miserably socially and professionally in his teenage years. It is a phase, soon to pass he silently hopes. Yet the years pass and while men are forged through these trials and tribulations, his son retreats from them. The son grows physically weak and adopts the mindset of an abject failure unusual for is age. He blames his shortcomings on “personality disorders, childhood traumas, depression, anhedonia, ugliness, social retardation or low ability” (lol). Cynicism and a nihilistic outlook replace the once bright eyes and the father wonders if he himself is to blame. The pathetic incel is disgusted with the world and us “normalscum”, but it does not match the disgust his father holds for him. How does the father face his friends and family knowing his son, his own flesh and blood, is cloistered in his room proudly extolling the virtues(?) of social awkwardness, virginity, and overall faggotry? The pathetic incel neither knows nor cares, he selfishly jerks off to hentai and leeches off welfare, never growing out of the teenage angst phase.

Fuck these losers, fuck them all.


My comment yesterday may sound harsh, I admit it was but as this is a self-development site I disdain men who give up and settle so overtly for peanuts, blame the world, claim victim status, etc… At the same time I can speak on this authoritatively because I have waded through the same cesspool of self-doubt, insecurity, and problems these men have and I made it through. If I didn’t this site wouldn’t exist and I would have never found the sphere. You know what I do when I’m not satisfied with my life? I change shit. It’s that simple, it’s my life, I call the shots. I stopped smoking weed completely 11 months ago, I lift heavy in the gym religiously 3-4 days a week, and I’m a few days away from 2 months without any porn whatsoever. I work 12 hrs and go stick my dick into my town’s nightlife solo dolo year round. I didn’t make these changes all together and yes I did struggle with all of them. You take pieces out and put new pieces in until you find what works for you, that’s the only advice you need. Are people surprised when I tell them I do not watch porn or smoke weed and plan to hit the scene alone, yes, but then again most people are unhappy with their life. If someone isn’t where you want to be then don’t listen to their advice, the same way you wouldn’t take investment advice from a homeless prostitute (crack is always in demand and maintains a steady market value though…)

My words were pointed but in real life I would be the first to befriend them and help on the path to discovery. Sometimes people need to have the knife twisted into their cerebellum though. They have enough of a pity party circle jerk on their forum with the asinine rules of don’t bring up sexual relations, don’t talk about anything unrelated to being a incel hermit, and my personal favorite rule don’t create an echo chamber, apparently the hypocrisy is lost on them. I still stand by words from a place of experience, fuck you and you’re problems, the world doesn’t give two shits about you and you must forge your character through the shitstorm like the rest of us. Don’t blame the rest of society for you’re shortcomings.

Coincidentally on the same day, Science Daily posted this article titled “Repeatedly Exposing Yourself to a Negative Event May Prevent It from Affecting You”. (Well fancy that, who woulda thunk it.) After you read that browse through Emerson’s Self-Reliance and take a shot of Robert Green’s and 50 Cent’s The 50th Law.



GBFM’s One Cock Rule


The venerable poet GBFM has graced the bernankifed desouled masses with another gem. I present his ode to The One Cock Rule and Three Cock Rule respectively.


OMG both of you betado9uches above are violating THE ONE COCK RULE!!!

You are alloowing chix to bring other COCKS into your mind lozlzlzzoz zlozllzl. The second a chick makes me think of another cock she is outta my house outta my mind or if she’s texting on a date which almost never happens because i almost never date i go “i gotta use the men’s room lzozlzl” and then i leave her with the bill. she can text her ten other cocks to comne over and pay for her drniks/dinner lzozlzlzllzlzlz and then,. after paying, they have full right to gizizizizizalizzz all over her lzozlz

“I’ve been seeing this girl for a year. We live together and I’ve still got hand.”

OMG lzozzlzll wtf are fuckity fucks doing with chix in your homes? lzozlzlzlz omg lozlzlzlzlzl looozers lzozlzlzlz1!! hzhzh



O U T OUT! lzozlzlzl

OMG lozlzlzozlozozolzl wft r u doing dating a chick 4 a yer did your dick fall off? Were yu chosen by Beernanke and given an award and medal to support today’s slutty slutt vampiressses cuckholders cockcutters?

sounds 2 me it is the latter as u have no cock lzozlzlzlzl lzzozl

and she made you think of another cock

fucktard haven’t u heard of the one cock rule?

let’s teach these douches somethin ’bout nbein a man yo!

throw a beat over this way.
yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo

now hit it!

one cock rule one cock rule
i ain’t no beta fool i ain’t no beta tool
about another cock ya make me think
i’m gone, yo bitch,
let the betas buy yas yer next drink

one cock rule one cock rule
i ain’t no beats fool i ain’t no beta tool
over vampires and werewolfe you ginas all drool
letting their cocks touch your deep down stool
then you blame the betas in school
and transfer wealth for the bernanke gene pool
jonah goldberg sends our alphas 2 die on foreign shores
stuffing his face with dc pizza as they die in fiat wars
neocon womenz repeating butthexers lies in their mags
even after menopause and no need for da ragz
telling young chickas to lust after vampires
as they build their fiat empires

one cock rule one cock rule
i ain’t no fool i ain’t no tool
about another cock ya make me think
i’m gone, yo bitch,
let the betas buy yas yer next drink

let the betas pay to raise your bastard kids
let the betas sign teh fiat masters marriage contracts
theft in fiat inflation is hid
as they swing their bankrupting axe
i don’t care what last night u did,
ever since i kicked ya gina out, i been relaxed.

as they promote butthex across the land
ripping out fetuses from parenthood planned
as fathers form teh homes the neocons ban
the atalnatic authoresses just don’t undertsand

but when chix wakes up and her butt is sore
it’s not my fault no–it’s cause she’s a whore
as the fiat masters desoul women with butthex cock
teach them to transfer wealth with pre-teen strumpet rock

one cock rule one cock rule
i ain’t no fool i ain’t no tool
about another cock ya make me think
i’m gone, yo bitch,
let the betas buy yas yer next drink

womenz womenz bernanke took advanatge of you
you wasted your best years on vampires and werewolves
and now you cry your tears cause of your sore anus
stamp your little feet saying, “you betas must pay for this!!!”

and aging neocon women promoting butthexing vampires
teacxhing women to lust after the undead
as the neocons suck the western world dry
bankrupting it all,m enlsaving it debt
while selfish womenz at the atalnatic monthly
cry cry cry
cry cry cry
not for you or me
but for themselves
not for the 50,000,000 aborted souls
but for their dried up ginas and sore assholes
so many chances they had to marry a nice guy
but he left her dry
so whe butthexed with the asshole
and now see her cry
and wonder why
and transofrm the entire univeristy
into a program to further the fiat lie
to transfer wealth and wage war and death
to about fifty million more
and redefine fifty cocks in her ass as empowered
and not a whore

all together now!

lzozllzzl lozlzlz zlozozoz
lozlzl lzozozlz ozlzooz zlo9oo
lozlzlz ozlzoozl ozlzlzoz lzozlz zlzoz zlzozzlozlzozlo

one cock rule one cock rule
i ain’t no fool i ain’t no tool
about another cock ya make me think
i’m gone, yo bitch,
let the betas buy yas yer next drink
alreayd seen yer pink stink
bent ya over the sink

and howscomes the bankers southpark never does satarize
because everything is fair game–truth love honor–excpet for fiat butthexing lies.

all together now!

lzozllzzl lozlzlz zlozozoz
lozlzl lzozozlz ozlzooz zlo9oo
lozlzlz ozlzoozl ozlzlzoz lzozlz zlzoz zlzozzlozlzozlo


^^^^ to the 24 for or so tardbetadouches who voted my “one cock rule” rap down


what do ya want?

a two cock rule rap?

or three cock rule?

three cock rule, three cock rule,
i’m a beta herb my own cock won’t do
i need a chick to cuckold me
i need a chick on me to pee
three cock rule, three cock rule,
i love being the greater fool
one cock in her mouth, one in her anus,
i keep mine in my pants,
and pay her bills and rent and fare for da bus.
so she can club and grind, on denim cocks dance.
three cock rule, three cock rule,
i treat my lady like a nice guy,
give her chivarly while with 2 others she doth lie,
three cock rule, three cock rule,
while your cock doth touch her stool,
i play videogames @ home in my single mom’s basement,
as teh fed fianance feminsits studies @ school,
teaching her to love and bail out the butthexers,
to persucte me 4 letting her live 4 free,
while she tickles drummer/druggie cock until it goes
splooge splooge splooge! tee hee tee hee!
three cock rule, three cock rule,
i’m the beta herb, teh cuckholded fool,
i respect her, keep my cock in my pants,
fund her with other cocks to dance.


or would u betaherbs prefer a five cock rule rap! omg i bet someofya would like dat! lzozl



The Pity Party Is Over NSFW

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That menstrual discharge that I called the last post disgusted me to my damn core. I’m surprised my dick didn’t recede into my body and leave a gaping vag in it’s wake. To those unfortunate few who read that filth, accept the above tokens of manliness to reconcile the difference. Woke up to push-ups, bacon, and Return of Kings. Legs still feel like linguini from the Jackknife Squats (only stage 2 progression in CC). Gonna run 3 miles in a few. I needed that feeling of disgust, I never want to feel that again. And I never want to share anything like that every again.

The Hottest Girl In the Club and How I Bitched Out

Way to go asshole
Way to go asshole

Ok, maybe she wasn’t the hottest girl there (and I’m still a little drunk), maybe a solid 8, but for the sake of full disclosure here we go. All of my friends left, at this relatively early point I’m flying solo (1:15 am) As I leave the bathroom I lock eyes with this slim, pretty. light skinned, spanish (she could be puerto rican, dominican, argentinian, etc… for all I know ) girl in a flower print blouse on the packed dance floor. This had to be at least the 3rd time I’ve seen her tonight and she’s always been dancing by herself in a crowd of people. Besides my bitch ass rationalizations, I felt bad for her. You could see the frustration on her face. (I mean wouldn’t you be confused and kind of angry if your ugly friends got more attention than you). I wondered why no guy has even attempted to dance with her, she doesn’t appear bitchy, no boyfriend, not drunk (maybe that’s the problem). There’s plenty of guys looking at her, and coincidentally I happen to be one of them. I’m slated to become one of my hated enemy, the ravenous pack of wall dwellers shielding themselves with their beer. As the lions vehemently hate the hyenas, I too hate this sect of bar culture. For the life of me I don’t know what stopped us and I’m sure a lot of guys will say “just approach brah”. As I smoked a cigarette outside she walked past me, alone, as her homely friend towed some lug home. We looked at each other again, she kept walking, I puffed the opportunity away.

I bitched out, plain and simple. It happens and I’m not afraid to admit it. I could have made this post a draft or private in an effort to get this off my chest, but fuck that. While I’ll forget about her before I even wake up today, I’ll say this. The old saying “rejection is better than regret” is true. Then again I’m somewhat drunk atm so take this for what it’s worth. Carpe Diem mofo’s.

A Toast, To All The Women Going Home Alone


The three girls dolled up in make-up and heels dancing in a circle while they desperately scan the floor for guys. One of them makes desperate eye contact with every guy who walks by to no avail. The 5’s, 6’s, and 7’s who end up alone all night with no male companionship in sight. The Female Beta post from a few months back rang clear and true tonight. I wish I could give all these women the love fuck they deserve. I appreciate the time it takes for them to pick an outfit, cake up their faces, and waddle around in heels so we can stare at their asses. But alas, I am only one man, with one dick and I can only help so many of these forgotten women in one night. My lack of attention is not for their lack of trying, there are just more interesting prospects out there. Maybe it’s pride, after all, why forsake the sure thing. The one that falls into your lap early in the night. She might not be the best looking but this is a guaranteed notch. This is the way I see it,

Look at that majestic mother fucker. Picture him mid-stride chasing down a herd of gazelle. He runs past the sick and old to tackle the fastest one at the head of the herd. Why? Because he knows he can, because he can assert his will on his environment

Both sexes rationalize to themselves why they go home alone. I find it intriguing, the lies people tell to save face at the end of the night. The sad part is the guy in the uniform chode outfit (blue striped button up, jeans, sneakers) standing against the wall with his beer shield at max power is the same as the 7 who constantly scans the room. Both of them go out wanting to meet someone cool, someone interesting and sexy that they can make a connection with for one night. Instead of taking the chance on someone that could change their lives, they wander back home, lonely and angry.

Related Light Reading For Your Enjoyment:  Women Who Don’t Get Hit On (The Female Beta)

Sometimes I’m that chode: The Hottest Girl In the Club And How I Bitched Out

Day 6/100 No Porn Challenge

Day 6 is over and I feel great. No faps for 11 days, heavy lifting 5 days a week, and a balanced diet are paying off. I’m more concerned about the outcome of this massive hurricane approaching us this late in the season. Now that we know it will hit us, it’s just a matter of where. Meteorologists claim that the worst hit areas will be north of where it hits, as current projections go it looks like NJ, NY, MA, and VT are going to get smashed. Hurricane Irene decimated my local area, and Sandy is supposed to be even more destructive with the full moon and all. When I say decimated I mean DECIMATED. Houses were rendered uninhabitable because the torrent ripped through the foundations, 5+ feet of water in basements, boats hauling people down the streets. The unfortunate families whose houses were condemned were given only 5 minutes to get their things. Imagine that, 5 minutes to pack your life and leave forever. We were lucky last year, this one is going to be a real crapshoot. As my old man said, the foundation can only take so much.

I wanted to go out, I really did, but this is like staring down the barrel of a gun. It’s proving difficult for me get in a right mental space to go out and pretend to have a good time. Friends are quick to remind me I can’t do anything to stop the future damage. True, but I still picture the destroyed houses and families rendered homeless only 13 months ago, talk about a buzzkill. Getting sloshed and chasing tail isn’t too high on my priorities when there’s sandbags to fill, furniture to move, and bags to pack. I guess tomorrow night will be the last hoorah before shit hits the fan Sunday. I wish you all the best in the ensuing chaos, good luck.