Comments by "Richard Jones" (@EE12CSVT) on "Legion Of Men"
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I concluded a while ago that the vast majority of XX can't be regarded as sentient, that is have a continuous or joined up consciousness. I view them as having siloed experiences, some parts of which leak out into others, but don't enough to form a coherent over-arching consciousness as it does in men. This explains the solipsism, among many other things. Ive been doing research on autism, theory of mind, consciousness, and Intelligence for over 20 years, so construct models for behaviour. That's my model for women. I have a feeling that our ancestors going back to cave man and tribe days figured this out but in their own language, hence put severe restrictions on women.
The problem is, how do you date someone with a discontinuous consciousness, when what you see take place in front of you is this siloed behaviourr of what looks like a form of artificial consciousness?
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15:00 'keep grinding, keep improving, more hobbies, become more interesting' - and that's on top of working an 80 hour week, plus at least an hour in the gym a day, plus working on a side hustle, plus being a father involved with your children. That's simping. Sure, improve yourself at the pace you would do if you were single but don't do it to keep a woman around. It's just feeding her entitlement. Relationships are, you know, actually pretty boring in the long run. It's not the constant chasing of the new, the dopamine hits. Only a child thinks that. If a man or woman in a relationship can't put up with the ordinariness of a LTR, they shouldn't be in it as they've not grown up. And yes, you can keep things going in the bedroom but the deep bond that develops between two healthy people over time begins to overtake the in and out.
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Your confidence, your inability to be thrown off course by any person or life's events. Women must exist within a man's frame of reference. Think of it as containment. She will test it to see how strong you are, to see if she can destroy your confidence. No, they shouldn't, but they do. And hardly any men in marriages/LTRs have a strong frame that their woman hasn't shattered. Contrary to what Bo says, women don't like men with a strong frame. They're repelled by it. Once they see a humorous, confident, outgoing, dominant guy, that'll attract her, and the tests begin. When she realises that nothing she does throws him off course, doesn't make him psychologically weaker and thus able to be controlled or used by her, she's off to find a guy whose frame she can break. Men test each other's frame, and they need to. That's how it's strengthened. I only know of three men with a strong frame that their wives haven't demolished. Three. All the other men have been crushed by their wives or girlfriends.
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I'm 51 in great physical condition. I have professional status and am respected by my high profile peer group. I'm also now a regional organiser for a national politics group and will be expected to rub shoulders with a different group of high profile people from the events I organise and attend. All this comes across in how I carry myself. I sometimes get to meet women in my every day life, but every time, they expect to be able to use and manipulate me.
Rich, successful, tall, handsome, businessmen bachelors friends of mine, who are well dressed, groomed, socialised etc etc find exactly the same problem and from being exposed to more women than I am. They don't date. They can't find a woman who doesn't take, take, take.
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Ha, it's not fear or cowardice, it's repulsion and understanding that I'm always in a losing situation because she's incapable of compromise or sacrifice. I get attention from women, but when they hang around me, it's like lying in a bath full of slugs, because of their behaviour, attitude, and out of control neuroticism. They're so grim that even their husbands tell me that their women do their head in. Yes, I know, I can see, she's a train wreck.
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32:00 Yup, Bo is in white pill normieland. Nearly all the men around me are blue pilled. Some of them try to get me to simp and worship worhsip women as they do, to be the simp servant. I don't know anyone who understands female nature for what it is. I'm a hermit because I've pretty much nothing in common with people, so topics of conversation are pretty much nil. My own interests, such as classical music, reading, hiking and so on are very far from nearly everyone else's life. Before the coove I used to know a group of retired academics I used to get invited over and sit down and chew the fat with, but several have died, and the most of the rest are getting quite old. Men can't relate because I have no interest in sport. I'm a historian and researcher, so pretty much none can relate to my academic life. I can't relate to their careers in business. After trying to socialise over the decades with the normies who get their opinions from MSM, I've found i think very differently. I identify very heavily with Prof Matt Goodwin, and he's someone I could have lengthy chats with. But when trying to listen to the normies with their NPC views of the world, either I interject and spend 10 minutes correcting them on where they're wrong and how and why all the downstream assumptions they make are wrong, or just sit there mute to avoid upsetting everyone. The alternative is that I lie to myself and pretend to agree with what I know to have a far greater depth than their shallow or incorrect understanding.
It's impossible to find people to be around with whom I don't need to lie in order to fit in. Hence no phone calls, and only a few DMs from three women who know me very well and understand all this. Having a wide social circle is only possible if you're willing to numb your brain to the diarrhoea they come out with and to lie to them and yourself about who you are and what you stand for.
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A few years ago, I got into a very interesting mixed group for anti lockdown campaigning. Most of the women were 30s or early 40s and single. Two men were prominent with me. One was mid 30s, engaged, and a Chadsimp. The other was a few years older than me, dicorced. He was Sir Simpalot, and would simp after and white knight/pedestalise the women in our group and any others he met. He had a string of girlfriends who'd dump him after a few months, but he'd then get another very rapidly. Rinse and repeat. He married 2 years ago. From how the women reacted, it was plain to see that they loved how he treated them. They assumed I'd be the same, but I wasn't. That drove several away.
I had to spend a day with Sir Simpalot in a city, and though he's older, divorced, and with grown up kids, it felt as though I was leading a small boy around the place. Both he and Chadsimp couldn't understand why I was single, didn't date. Both tried to urge me to simp as they did. I haven't done much with either since. I turned down Sir Simpalot's wedding invite as I couldn't stomach being around him.
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