So, just as a starting point, I will try to post every week, probably Sunday night to maybe Monday. Just so you know, this week (we are at Wednesday) I have done, so far:

• Absolutely nothing exercise wise
• I weigh about 92-93 kg (it fluctuates through the day)
• In terms of food this week I have eaten only eggs, bacon, bresaola, porchetta, a salad made of leaves, and oranges, 2 fennels, some sausage, and I think that’s it.
• Drank water, one espresso, one Americano (the cocktail), a prosecco and one shot of tequila (went out with friends which is not usual for me otherwise). About three teas made with fennel instead of actual tea.
• And oh, in case you didn’t know, I am 6’2”, or 1.88m and am 55 now but will be 56 soon enough.

I’ll try to get my butt in gear and get a post out Sunday/Monday with something else on it, including some exercises, but at least now you have my starting point, which is fairly “start from zero”.

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Feel free to post your own exercise efforts/regime/age. etc. etc in comments.

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So, a few more people subbed —Thank you.

I’ll assume those are people who are interested in the fitness bit for paying subs only.

And counting the ones who bothered to leave a comment that comes to 9 out of 23 paying people that seem to possibly be interested, which is less than half.

Assuming a few of them haven’t read the post, a few are just too damned lazy to type out “interested” in a comment (which does not bode well for them ever taking any action at all, that approximated to about 50% interest.

Last chance to let me know if you want this. If you are a paying subscriber please leave a comment as to your interest, if it’s no that’s fine too, if it’s yes , please say so.

And to recap, the posts would be no more than once a week (I’d try and make it on a regular day of the week just for logistics reasons of my pretty full life) and would include:

• A list or schedule of exercises I have done over the period
• A description of some sort of the food/drinks I consume
• My weight and possibly an estimation of how much flabby amount I need/want to lose to get to where I want to be
• Occasional, and/or initially for the most part, and/or when I feel like and is necessary, a short video showing one or more of the exercises with emphasis on anything Systema related in terms of how and why the exercise is performed that way.

NOTE: This is not some strongman ego thing. I am not trying to compete with anyone or anything, I am just doing this to improve my own general fitness and health because my being too busy for the last almost decade to train regularly and the harshness of farm work, added to my bout wit covid and two pneumonias, are piling up and have resulted in a couple of injuries too that are niggling and I want to see if getting back to basic Systema principles I can fix them and improve all the rest.

That’s basically it.

But I’d like to know I am not just wasting my time if I do this, because it also implies a regular investment of time to track thing and report them for your own benefit/inspiration as well as a bit of a motivation for me to stick to things, despite 6 kids (one bing a new baby), farm work, regular work, writing books, blogging, and you know, occasionally spending time with those kids and my wife.

Sleep doesn’t really feature as I average about 4-5 hours a night most days (usually split into two slots of 2-3 hours each, and have done for too long. One of the hopes is also to get maybe my deviated septum fixed and see if that helps me get better sleep.

So… take the 13 seconds of time it requires to give me a reply please.

All other posts on here are free, but I also wanted to give something back specifically to those of you that support me even though you don’t have to, and a few more things are in the works to provide you with extras too.

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NB: TL;DR at the end under heading: The Point

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I read Vox’s post on that lying freak Scott Adams with interest at when various people warned others about the Vaxx being murder-juice.

Vox (via AI research) puts:

• Scott Adams at 25th February 2021
• Himself at 10th February 2021
• Karl Denninger at 25th June 2020
• and RFK Junior at (unspecified) June 2020 with criticism of the vaxx.

Now, it is absolutely true that each one of these people has a readership multiple times larger than my own. That said, I believe my own track record on this is a lot earlier than anyone there. Though perhaps not as obvious to some. I do have a tendency to lay out the parts in front of you and then naturally assume you put them together and come to the naturally obvious conclusions, so I don’t always spell things out explicitly. Mostly because it is sometimes hard for me to know when an explanation is needed for normies and when it’s obvious to them too, since it’s always obvious to me.

In essence though, if you followed my blog and/or YouTube channel , between late February 2020 and end of May 2020 you would have realised that:

• Covid was entirely bioengineered.
• Bill Gates was involved with it, funded the patenting of it, the involvement of the when bioweapons lab, and that the tests for covid where an absolute fraud designed to give totally false positives. And that Event 201 funded by him was a roleplaying out of the whole Covid pandemic about 2 weeks before it was officially declared as happening. Information I also sent to Vox sometime before 12th March 2020 because I know he has a much larger audience.
• That Billy was a globalist depopulationist and that his vaccines had sterilised, killed, and created new strains of diseases that had essentially disappeared, in various third world countries, from where his foundations and programs have been routinely kicked out and sued for it. And that he is an enthusiastic promoter of YOU getting vaccinated (apparently his own kids are not though, what a strange coincidence eh?)
• Even when I had a totally wrong calculation for the worst case scenario of a real covid huge death-toll, I was in no way even remotely thinking of getting “vaccinated”.

All of which should have been sufficient information to make you never take another vaccine of any kind, but especially not genetic experimental serums that were never vaccines to begin with and that had a 30 year history of eventually always killing test subjects (animals).

Here is the more detailed timeline if you care

(skip to the next bold heading if you don’t)

Starting on 25th February 2020 I pointed out (with proof) that the whole covid “pandemic” was a completely bioengineered weapon, created for the very purposes of depopulation and that Bill Gates was at the very heart of it all since he funded the Pirbright Institute, where the coronavirus was patented , yes you read that right.

I did this in a blog post here , and also referred to this in a YT video here ; both on 25th February 2020.

I reiterated this and added the patent copies and so on, on the 29th February 2020 in a blog post here .

The point was that if you knew that Billy created the Pandemic, and you know Billy has been talking about depopulating the planet (with Vaccines by the way) since 2011 you might just put 2 and 2 together and conclude any “vaccine” he proposes or is involved with, might just not be the best idea to take!

Then on March 4th 2020 I did another video where I mentioned again that Covid was a bioengineered weapon and basically didn’t really kill you unless you were already weak and sickly. That Video is here .

On March 12th I did another video where I basically discuss the fact Billy not only created the pandemic virus but also role-played it out in event 201, basically the information that was in the same posts of February, emphasising the fact Billy was involved in the creation of this “pandemic” through his funding of the Pirbright Institute, the WHO and also some of the Wuhan bioweapons lab. At minute 23 and 24 of that video I also mention for the first time an idea that originated with my wife that they would use the pandemic to try and get or even force people to get “vaccinated”. So to give credit where it’s due, she came up with the explicit thought before I did. For me the idea that they would try to force people to get vaxxed was not even a reality because to my mind that would be absurd, I mean what kind of moron would comply… oh how naive I was… This is clear since I specifically discuss how such a vaccine would be built to kill you over a period of a few years, not right away.

The interesting part is that in this video I did a worst case scenario of a 40% mortality rate, and I was WAAAAAY wrong (which I did say in the vide I hoped was the case) but even then I in no way even dreamt of taking any vaxx shot. Again, I thought this was obvious to my mind. I also mention how I had sent this information to Vox a few days earlier.

You can sort of tell how I feel about it pretty clearly when I did a short post on Dick Dawkins here , on 5th April 2020.

And on 27th April 2020, I linked to a far more detailed expose on Bill Gates and his “vaccines”.

In May of 2020 I reported on how Covid didn’t really kill almost anyone, correcting my earlier worst case assumption, and prior to that I had already established with some level of certainty that it was a bioengineered weapon, even tracking who built it, when, and how it was sent to the Whuan lab in various formats.

Here is a brief list:

May 9th 2020

Bill Gates Vaccines 8.30 minutes to 10.30 minutes telling people about the Vax.

Inflation of numbers. Predicting the enforcing of vaccines (my Trump errors)

10 May 2020

This is why I LOVE Africa

16 May 2020 but video was since removed and was in Italian with subtitles.

Italian Government asks for the arrest of Bill Gates

20 May 2020

Covid was in Europe in October already

22 May 2020

Luis Farrakhan or Bill Gates?

Gates death vaccine mentioned

The Point

Other than the “glory” of saying “Ha, ha, I was there first!” like a proper smartboi(TM), the point is that if you do follow this blog, and actually pay attention, you are likely to be ahead of the curve of even the smart guys by almost a year. And in some cases, by decades.

And of course, this is why you should buy everything I write and also get all your friends to do the same and convince libraries and bookshops to order my stuff by the cart-load. A world that read my stuff more is a better world, I tell you!

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Warning: This just might, possibly, wander off into the autistic spectrum of writing. Maybe. Just a dash…

So Vox, posted on Neil, the pervert, Gaiman and commented on this line:

The party is over and this sub is just a bunch of shellshocked fans wandering around the bombed out ruins of their hobby. It’s a tomb. A few ghouls here and there. A few still weeping inconsolably. Most just wondering when it is appropriate to leave a funeral.

Thusly:

That one line: “a bunch of shellshocked fans wandering around the bombed out ruins of their hobby” is, despite its lack of a much-needed dash, arguably better than any line Mr. Gaiman himself has ever penned, with or without the help of Tanith Lee.

I wondered where he would put the dash, and he replied it would be in “bombed-out”, as is fairly obvious it’s the only place it should probably go for most people.

I thought perhaps he objected to shellshocked , but no, it was the obvious place.

And yet… I prefer it without the dash. Or hyphen, as it is more correctly called.

Now, Vox is a self-admitted elitist snob about literature, and I would say I am in some respect even more elitist than he is, but about more specific things related to writing/reading, not literature in se . 1

One of these is the correct use of words, and/or one’s definition of them (among the several a word can sometimes have) if being used in some fashion that requires it. Another is on the various details of certain aspects of style. For example, I think Larry Trask should basically have his rules of grammar 2 written in a short book, (posthumously, he died young) and they should pretty much become the way things are done, because he is the only guy I read who made grammar and punctuation fun to read. If that is not a cause for sainthood I don’t know what is. 3

Here, however, I think Vox and I probably diverge greatly.

I suspect he favours the more rigid (or correct) rules of American punctuation, which of course, is about as far removed from my perspective as one can get. Firstly because American, I mean… pfffft… Colonial upstarts trying to pervert the Lizard Queen’s English, what?!

And secondly because this sort of thing (“correct” American punctuation) cripples a reader’s more potentially imaginative perspective on the whole scene.

I know what you’re thinking (if you’re normal, and not autistic in the peculiar way I am about this, but hear me out anyway):

“What? Did you just say having it written as “bombed-out” instead of “bombed out” cripples a reader’s perspective of the imagery produced in their mind by that sentence?”

Yes. Yes, I am saying exactly that.

And if now you are thinking I am crazy, well, young Padawan, you are wrong, and also ignorant about language, so let me educate you as only an immortal Sith Lord can.

As you may or may not know, I trained as a Clinical Hypnotist for a good amount of time, and have also hypnotised hundreds of people by now. I never kept a tally for the first few years because I essentially did it as practice for free to anyone that asked.

But if you understood how hypnosis works (which is quite different from a much harder question of why ) you would now be nodding in agreement with me.

So let me explain that, (in a brief, ridiculously summarised version that is in any case adequate though) and then I will explain how I am even more of a snob than Vox, but in such a way you would never suspect it if I didn’t specifically explain it like I am doing now.

Hypnosis works by making associations in your mind thanks to language, which can be written or spoken, but is most effective if done in person, because there are a bunch of other things aside the words themselves that go into it, though I get approximately the same results doing it over video too, which is how I have done hypnosis with clients for the last few years.

Here is an example I use to explain this. Say in conversation with you one of us points out that the windows in a nearby building are broken (neither one of us knows how or why that happened). If a brief time after that I switch the conversation to talking about children say, and I mention that young people today just don’t have the same sense of respect, and a smack upside the head would do most of them some good, regardless of whether you were to agree with me or not on that statement, in your mind, almost certainly unconsciously, that is, without you noticing it happened at a conscious level, you would now have formed an association between young people and broken windows. Followed up by a couple of other reinforcing (even if not direct) metaphors, perhaps say with talking about Greek mythology, and Icarus, and how the impetuous youth fell to his death because of flying too close to the sun, that association would have been made stronger. If you also agreed with corporal punishment in general, you might now be more inclined to spank your own kid if he misbehaves badly enough.

To a certain extent, this summarised and somewhat simplified example, explains how hypnosis works.

Now here is where my literary elitism comes out.

When I read a book, I tend to favour writing that elicits a mental image for me that is, as much as possible, my own image. I tend to write this way too. 4

Now, given a bunch of people don’t even have an internal voice, never mind the ability to conjure up images of fictional characters and situations in their heads, the people I am writing for, obviously, are the ones who can do this. And the writing I enjoy most is the one that allows you the widest possible margin for your own image (because I have a pretty decent imagination) without screwing it up later in the story, 5 but also embeds underlying plot points that are congruent with the characters, setting, and so on. So that, in theory, you could or might have suspected some of these plot points and how they resolve, without any of it being as obvious and in your face as say, that hack, Stephen King’s writing, where I can always figure out the exact “twist” by page 7 and then have to drag myself through 900 pages of filler before he “reveals” the very same thing that I figured out by page 7.

Or like the plot point by the guy who wrote Red Dragon (Hannibal Lecter book I read ages ago and I would have solved the investigation by day one).

So, I write for, and read as, what I would call a generally high IQ person with a decent imagination. My fiction omnibus Nazi Moon is absolutely written this way throughout.

So… back to that hyphen… bombed-out, to my mind at least, certainly makes the image conjured up more strictly referential to a scenery that is reminiscent of say Berlin at the end of WWII, or Nagasaki after the bomb was dropped on it. So I understand Vox’s annoyance at the missing hyphen, or maybe preference for it, I should say. As an editor, his main perspective is to make the writing as clear and distinct as possible I believe. And if I recall right, he mentioned more than once that he feels his own writing is tendentially of this type, more pragmatic and clear, I forget, but I think he may have used the word perfunctory in describing it. And in reading what works of his I have read, I certainly got this sense. Paradoxically, when I read what I assume would be his more evocative works, I found them a little too restrictive for my tastes.

His short story in the collection by the same name, Summa Elvetica , was, for me at least, a little stifling. Perhaps it is also a function of knowing the man personally and in that respect, it is true that if you enjoy someone’s writing, it’s probably best if you never meet them, but above all, it is a question of taste, and I suspect aspects of one’s character which includes everything from concepts of justice, love, beauty, to one’s own exposure to everything from anatomy to zoology, with a good helping of mythology, latin, foreign languages and cultures and so on mixed in.

As the roman used to say, de gustibus non est disputandum ; That is, in matters of taste, there is no dispute. You will like what you like, and I will like what I like.

Vox is a competent writer and his books are enjoyed by many, so it’s not a critique in the sense of his ability or competence. If anything, it is merely an explanation of my own tastes, insofar as they can be explained. I believe he similarly finds my own writing probably not to his own tastes. I never asked him directly how this might be, but if I were to guess I would assume he probably would find my writing too “imprecise” on the one hand, and too brutally graphic (and I suspect to his tastes, too vulgar for it) on the other.

Possibly it is also a function of how we each have lived. I think Vox has had a more generally sheltered and intellectual life than I have. And though we have similar intelligence and powers of observation, your life experiences naturally will tend to focus these in various disparate directions.

Vox has a tendency to more dispassionate observations than I do, which can be useful in managing or directing zeitgeist in general; while I tend to notice more detailed aspects of people or situations, which will lend itself more to having loyal friends that will help you move bodies.

That said, my approach to human affairs on a larger scale tends to be a lot broader than his; and this is evidenced by the fact that my non-fiction works tend to lean to “entire human race as a whole” ( The Face on Mars , Reclaiming the Catholic Church, Believe ), while his tend to deal with principles of economics , and other “humans on Earth in general” level of aspects. Even in writing The Irrational Atheist , which one could argue is his equivalent of my Believe or Reclaiming the Catholic Church , his genius is in making the concept of atheism personalised in the people he then steadily demolishes the arguments of with facts and figures that are undeniable. My approach is more “look, this is the overall view and A, B, and C, can’t be right, so this leaves X, Y, and Z, and then if we look deeper…”

Many people probably would hardly notice these differences, and, as I explained, it’s mostly a matter of taste, not effectiveness or competence.

I also have no doubt we both can do the thing the other one excels at, and probably better than most in either case, but we each have strengths and weaknesses relative to each other.

So… back again to that hyphen… bombed out instead, for me anyway, leaves a hint of dubiousness to the sentence. Sure it can invoke the same images of Berlin and Nagasaki that bombed-out does, but it does not limit it to those images only as much. It may mean bombed out in a subtler, less obvious way, like turned inside out metaphorically. Reminiscent of Gaiman himself, with his unkept hair and unshaved face being “bombed out [of his mind]” hovers in the background, like a faint ghost. The view of a city still standing without any ruins, but the people in it having been bombed out somehow, in an ill, or even non-defined way, so only a few are left pretending to fill the now mostly empty, but pristine streets… this image is shadowy and faint, but it too resides somewhere at the back of our conscious perspective of a merely bombed-out Berlin or Nagasaki.

Do you see the difference?

To Vox the absent hyphen is probably an irritant. An error of grammar, but also the slight lack of clear description.

To me it is a reducer of possibility. A stifler of more numinous influences.

Of course, if one goes too far with this subtler, perhaps less clear, descriptor of situational perspectives, then it becomes an ungodly mess, and unreadable, so I am not entirely militant about how much potential interpretation you need to leave to the wind, but I lean more towards letting the reader do the work of filling in the vistas.

And if you thought I was done giving absurd importance to a little dash 6 … well, brace yourself…

Because I think the different perspective of appreciation of style between Vox and myself is due to a greater extent than almost anyone realises, to the difference in our religions.

Vox became a “Christian” 7 in his twenties I think, and —being a Protestant— his views are necessarily more simplistic (and paradoxically broader) with respect to Christianity than mine are, and he also has had those beliefs longer, tending to solidify over time into probably harder lines. My own conversion to Christianity happened in my 40s, and prior to that I had been essentially a Zen-Agnostic with some Deist/Shintoist perspectives mixed in. I have always been comfortable with a degree of “unknown” that is often unimaginable to most people, and in part, Catholicism convinced me because of its extreme rationality and reasonable, logical, aspects and inflexible dogma on the one hand, yet, which allowed —precisely because of that level of proper logic— for nuances that are beautiful as well as obviously correct. The rigidity of the logic painting a far more soft-focus and beautiful picture, with far more depth and breadth than any other philosophy I ever encountered (and I delved into many). The truths I had experienced in my Zen-Shintoist Agnosticism, were not evaporated, but rather clarified, made even more visible and true by the improved focus that Catholic doctrine, philosophy, logic, and mysticism provides.

So, in terms of our appreciation of the natural world and all we imagine, while we both have vistas that are undoubtedly broader than most, I think Vox’s tend to be more pragmatic, terrene, physically evidenced if you like, than my own.

So… back again to the hyphen… his preference for bombed-out , in my view, is ultimately also a reflection of his religion being more earthly, and material, than mine.

And my preference for bombed out is more evocative of a softer, more complex and multiform perspective, ethereal and “ghostly” as some of these facets may be, it nevertheless infuses the conceptual image with a little bit more mystery and flavour.

So there you have it ladies and gentlemen… now… please keep in mind that while it has taken close to three days of snatched moments here and there to write this post, the concepts in it, flowed through my mind in about a half-second at most after I read Vox’s reply of where he would put the hyphen.

And yes, that is how my mind works all the time .

Perhaps you might begin to appreciate then, why I sometimes mention that living in proximity to other humans, for me, is not an experience that differs too much from the original Planet of the Apes . And offensive as some of you might find that, maybe, as you peel the next peanut in your monkey-like hands, you might spare a thought for the guy who has to write 3500 words to just try to explain what a hyphen in one word brings to his mind in a flash. And in doing so tries to explain concepts most people probably never even think about once in their lives.

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So I basically took the day off and read a bunch of substacks, came across a pretty good one, then I stumbled into this huge long post she wrote about basically why she chose to not have kids and only men are worried about the declining birth rate . This was after I read this other post of hers that actually is really good and all about how having a bunch of kids is actually the healthiest remedy against the current dystopia of Clown World.

And I feel compelled to comment on her long schizopost on the declining birth rate, thusly:

• I agree with you that it’s mostly whiny bitches that are whiny about the declining birth rate, and almost all of them are male. But…
• I disagree it’s because having babies is easier for men. It is, from a physical perspective, but men also tend to be more long-term and objective focussed, so unless you are truly a bastard, we feel responsible for any spawn we have forever, and if the bitchface we made one with decides to become a bitchface in deed too, well, it can be soul-destroying, while women, more akin to feral animals can get over destroying their family with no thought beyond their need for “being happy” the destruction of their offspring into drug-addled prostitutes and rent boys is of no consequence to them if it gets in the way of their being able to “have fun” while ex-husband pays for it all.

Here is my view on it:

• The people who complain about the declining birth rate are not able to get sex with a woman that wants to bear their children.
• Men who are able to do that don’t care about this issue at all, because if they want, they can have as many babies as their wife is able to produce.
• Men and women who choose to not have children should not have them. In fact, a bunch of people who DO have them, it would be really great if they didn’t, because most people are idiots and we don’t need more of them. In truth, the idiots reproducing is the only real existential threat to the future of my own children.

People who count, that is, will actually make a difference in the possible salvation of some form of actual civilisation, instead of the general collapse we are now all living through, will inevitably, consciously, reproduce and have as many babies as possible. I know all the hardcore Catholic sedevacantists I know are busy making more babies every couple of years and do so well into their 40s.

None of my children were an “accident”. And while my wife was the one that said “no more” after the second one, she is also the one that changed her mind and recently just gave birth to our fourth one. I take her “no more”s rather lightly.

Those who count will make children. Those who choose not to but are in any case helpful (I count Kate among them, she can correct me if I am wrong) to those who do are much needed allies, and those who just don’t like or want kids are… well… no one will miss them once they finally shuffle off this mortal coil.

So there. That was my response. Not to tell you about the missing dash and how it reveals the differences in religions!

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I was discussing this very topic with a friend last night and a commenter on the last post asked about how farm work contributes or relates to the kind of fitness I am seeking… so, here we are.

A couple of premises first

The kind of fitness I am after is the kind that lets your jog or walk quickly up and down hills and through forests with a backpack, or a rifle, on a hike or a hunt, and you can do it the whole day, stopping briefly for a gulp of water or a bite of dried meat. I used to do this a lot in Africa and while I have never been a runner, I can walk most people into the ground. I get out of breath too quickly for my liking these days, although I notice people 30 years younger than me get out of breath about the same time as me even if they probably have more fuel in the tank, certainly for speed. Though I still outlast many out of sheer will.

In short, the kind of fitness I aspire to is the one that my decades of martial arts instilled in me. The ability to do a lot of high intensity movement bursts, followed by continuous, methodical work, followed by such bursts again and so on. It’s the best kind of fitness for fighting, hiking, and life in general in my opinion. And if done properly you tend to be stronger than most guys who push weights in the gym without looking like a doped up steroid freak. It’s a mix of aerobic fitness mixed with fast twitch muscles that makes you able to go for a long time at an intensity that most people simply can’t keep up with. It is also fairly easy to transmute this into a slower pace that lasts inordinately long too.

I am not after being able to lift a weight in artificial conditions in a gym of a set weight. In my experience those guys fall way short in an actual fight, and in the gym I can usually match them weight for weight or sometimes outmatch them even if not for the number of repetitions that may go for if we are comparable on what weight we can move. Lifting a heavy weight has never been something that was a plus in any confrontations, sparring sessions, or fights I had. In fact I routinely came out on top with guys that had 30 kg on me, and most of those guys were trained too. A bodybuilder or some guy who thinks he is “strong” because he moves a lot of weight in the gym has almost zero effect on the outcome of any confrontation I have been in.

A man must know his limitations. As that great philosopher Dirty Harry said. And generally I do. I am not a farmer by nature or talent. It is not scenting that comes naturally or early to me. The mentality of a farmer is something I can understand, appreciate, and respect, and there are some similarities with my own mentality, but it is not “my” way. I am a hunter by nature, which are the natural fighters in life, before soldiering got too specialised. And the differences may seem small, but they are telling. A farmer is by very essence a patient man. His mind and body are attuned to the rhythms of the earth and the sky. Even there, I am different, I am not a man of land, I am a man of the sea. That quality of patience, faith, subordination to the elements and attuning with them, I am too impatient for it mostly, on land. I can do it if I am hunting, and really doing well if I am doing what could be described of the hunting of people, when I did the euphemistically named “security” work in South Africa and elsewhere. But at sea, it comes naturally. I like being at sea. I can be patient at sea. Or hunting. But doing farm work… not so much. Mostly because I see it as a chore. A necessary thing that needs doing. Not something I am attuned to. While if I have to investigate a human, find fraud, track and arrest criminals, face off against a bipedal enemy… that stuff just comes naturally to me. Always has. This quality of mindset is what makes al the difference on your chosen activity and the level and kind of fitness you tend to go for.

Farm Fitness

In order for farm work to make you “fit” you need to have the farmer mindset and then get your body into it. You cut wood, so you swing the axe with a rhythm. Or cut with the chainsaw just so. You carry the wood just so. You split the wood just so. You drive the tractor just so, at that rhythm the machine and the earth requires. You digging up Earth you swing the pick just so and use the shovel just so.

If you do all that in just that farming-right way, then you get farm fit.

Farm fit means you can probably lift more weight than a guy three times your size does in the gym. There are videos of farmers and construction workers competing with gym rats for lifting cement bags and such and invariably the gym rats fall short. It also means you can do farm work to durations and volumes that will just about kill normal city people or even “fit” guys who do triathlons.

I can keep up with a farmer when they work but only out of sheer bloody-mindedness instilled in me from decades of Japanese style budo , and then refined by Russian style perseverance. When I do farm work myself I tend to be too impatient and work at my own instead of the earth’s rhythm, and while I tend to finish faster, it is also rougher, and I am more prone to over-straining something. I have got better over the 4 years I have been here, but as I say, it’s not my thing.

The similarity of mindset between a farmer and a martial artist is that neither stops or gives up. They may re-route, change tack, whatever, but they will persevere.

But health wise, a martial artist is definitely healthier and less prone to injury in my opinion. Also, because the work tends to be repetitive and not varied farmers may be strong at doing X, but may have bad backs, terrible knees, and be half-frozen in various joints. So I don’t think farming is “healthy” in that sense at all.

My Plan

Basically consists of some aerobic anti-gravity exercises, like pushups, squats, crunches, pull-ups and so on, followed by eating as little junk as possible, sticking to meat and water for the most part.

I have a knee that gives me trouble that I can only fix by working on those stationary bikes you get in gyms, so I may look into getting a second hand one down the line.

That’s basically it.

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So, even though I am clearly immortal, age may be catching up with me, and I have noticed at my genteel age of 56, certain foods do not get processed with the same efficiency at getting rid of garbage as I used to be able to do well into my 40s.

And possibly due to having caught the bioweapon designed to kill descendants of Viking Crusaders (Covid) in a particularly nasty way, and then two pneumonias, one of which came close to killing me, I also ended up not moving around as much as the farm in any case requires.

So… am thinking to start some kind of general improve my overall health/fitness regime thing. It’s not going to try and impress anybody, I am just doing this for my personal sense of well-being and overall health, but I figured there are probably a bunch of people out there either around my age or a bit younger, or older that might want to get some inspiration from it and if my showing what I do helps motivate them, it might be helpful to post regular updates on my progress. I don’t have specific targets in mind, other than to get overall a bit fitter, being able to train a little even if only by myself and a bag and the forest, or chase my kids around a bit more and swim with them in the sea when we go to the beach (in fairness I do this anyway, but it would be nicer if I felt I could do it longer and more often without feeling it at all).

There are only 21 of you that are subscribers, and they are split as follows:

3 founding members

12 yearly paid, and

6 monthly paid

I figure if I do this it needs to be something of value to these people, so let me know if you are interested in it.

For the most part it would be a record of what exercises I do on a weekly or so basis, more or less a brief description of what I eat or don’t eat and possibly whatever else comes to mind.

I’ve always been fairly good at being self-motivated to train, or do whatever, but it is definitely harder with work, a farm, a wife, and six kids. So, in part, my having to give a report on it regularly is also a small way to help keep me at it even on those days when everything conspires to try and make you a lazy man.

As I said I don’t have any specific objectives, but we can come up with some together possibly. I was toying with the idea of say doing X number of pushup by Y date, or stuff like that.

I would also probably demonstrate some exercises that I would do not in the classical “fitness” sense, but rather in a Systema alternative that has some more long-lasting effects.

Alright, the proposal is out there, if you’re a subscriber let me know in the comments if you want this or not.

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As regular readers of the OG blog 1 will know, as a public service, I from time to time select a suitable specimen of idiocy, gammaness, retarded Protestantism, retarded Paganism, and assorted retarded retardation in general, for what has come to be known as: A Kurganing .

This is where the individual’s idiocy is paraded before spectators for the multiple purposes of:

• Entertaining myself – Hey, everyone needs a hobby, making fun of idiotic people who think they are anything other than idiotic, and attempt to have pretences of competence in my general vicinity, and don’t take the first hint to run, is mine.
• Your entertainment – Admit it… Go on… it’s fun to read these things. I know I enjoy reading similar ones from anyone who does them competently, though for my tastes, I have yet to find one that writes them to the same “swallowing of their own tongue to avoid facing the brutal truth” level I tend to favour.
• Education 1 – This is mostly theoretical. Most people who are idiots just don’t ever learn to not be idiots, but sometimes, somewhere, maybe, like a real unicorn in a hidden meadow, in a small land hidden from man, one potential idiot might just read these Kurganings and decide in his heart he will at least not become the subject of the next one. Holding his silence if not necessarily learning anything beyond that.
• Education 2 – There is at least the potential that one or two high IQ persons who read here might be interested in figuring out the various little (but obvious) clues that immediately identify a MGTOW incel, a gamma “male”, general faggotry, and so on. Would-be inquisitors for the Kurganate should probably take notes.

Let us begin then, with the Kurganing of one fake “Doctor” Breck Strand, who felt it would be wise and clever and manly to leave a bunch of comments on the post I recently did on the long-suffering wives of Sigmas .

As usual, I will let him hang himself with his own idiocy, put on display for all, along with my replies.

This was his opening salvo of stupidity. He tells us in one swift motion that he is:

• Incapable of finding anything interesting in women or children. Which immediately tells us he is of subnormal intelligence and social skills, because with a little effort and imagination you can find a grain of sand interesting. Now, it’s also true that some women and some children can be irritating pains in the ass, just like a lot of humans regardless of age or sex, but that is not what he tells us. He tells us his brain is so atrophied he can’t see anything interesting at all. He also couches this in a none too subtle way as this being because he is intellectually superior, which, given the above context, is proof positive that he’s a complete retard with he imagination of a newt.
• Due to the above, and the obvious bitterness displayed, we can tell he is an eternal incel. This guy never had so much as a passing interest from a woman, never mind sex. I would bet he would probably creep out even a professional if he tried to hire one.
• His first reply further confirms this in several ways:
  • Calling a women in general conformist cowards shows with 100% accuracy that this specimen not only has never been with, or even near a woman. But his grasp of the female intellect and way of being is so far removed from reality that he will never be with one; and we can assert this with confidence. Why we can almost see the divine and the merciful hand of God above has so ordained it that his DNA will not propagate, for which we can all give thanks.
  • “Used to follow men” shows further absolute proof2 that his grasp of reality is not just tenuous, it is altogether absent. Women always have followed men, and always will. The operative word here being men. And less importantly but I suppose still somewhat validly women. The reality is that aside the brain damaged whales with pink hair and countenances that would make a warthog throw up in disgust at the very prospect of rutting with them, most women that are originally brainwashed into some level of feminism, when faced with a man, and especially a man they are attracted to, will revert to their natural state of being feminine, servile, nurturing and so on. And in due course eject and reject every nonsensical feminist idea that ever nested in their brain. The process can take years and few men want or need to put themselves through that, but in those rare cases where a man selects a damaged feminist for a wife and remains a man, the only things that can happen is divorce (initiated by her) or change of the woman. Personally, I never spent any time with a woman that ascribed to feminist ideas more than it was necessary to have the sex that would almost invariably change them into a shell-shocked version of their former selves, their feminist ideology shattered by their orgasms and hormones. But I was just doing that as a general public service for other men (you’re welcome) because the idea of wasting years of my life to reform a woman that consciously chose feminism was about as appealing as the idea of trying to teach a chimp to fly a spaceship. The point is, feminist are by and large unfuckable goblins, and their feminism is mostly driven by the green-skinned monster of their rage and envy at the beautiful women who have their pick of handsome men. Some pretty women might spout feminist ideology as a control tool to keep the various hordes of orbiters they inevitably have all around them at bay.3 But be sure that when the Lone Ranger rides in on Silver, points at her and says, “You. Get on the saddle.” she will spin her fingers through her hair before rushing to him with a girly giggle and her skirt fluttering in the wind. But no woman on Earth, or even female goat, will ever follow this sad, keyboard molester.
  • “All our energy…” inadvertently tells us how he actually spends his time, and what obsessive perennial thoughts afflict him constantly: Women. Have pity for his keyboard. And his screen. And his socks. And his desk. And… you get the idea…
  • We’ll get to that “suspended because of this comment” bit. It wasn’t the comment itself, but the fact he had shown his hand before that one with some others, which meant it was time to show the gamma-incel the door.

This was his next comment, posted before any of my replies above, by the way.

That is how he chose to begin in his second comment. By commenting on what my relationship with my wife looks like in his fevered imaginings. Quite a bold move. Not for the plethora of the usual reasons 4 of course, but for the rather telling one that this individual has obviously never had relations with any female of the human species. He may have attempted to rape a few goats, but given his obvious symbiotic relationship with his keyboard, I doubt these were anything but digital goats. Probably in a game like World of Warcraft, which in his febrile mind now doubles for his “reality”.

Let us see how he proceeds…

As you can see, the “banned for this comment” comment wasn’t the reason he was banned. Rather, knowing he would never stop, and given he had already shown us all who he is, and how Gamma is most definitely a category in Vox’s SSH, his purpose of education and entertainment had already been served. There was nothing further to learn. And indeed there isn’t but it does get a little more entertaining, hence this blog post. As you can see I predicted he would never stop immediately after I banned him, replying to my own comment… but even I can be at times mildly surprised by the eternal Gammaness of the Gamma. Behold… the arrival of “Doctor” Breck…

We are supposed to believe “Doctor” Breck is in no way related, or the sock puppet of, Breck Strand. Did I tell you way up at the top after his first comment this guy is basically retarded? Do you see reader? Can you appreciate why I entertain myself with sectioning these disgusting creatures on the blog for fun? What possible other use could these creatures have? Medical experiments? I mean, how would that be useful, these surely do not model viable human DNA after all…

And so “Doctor” Breck got banned too. I expect “Reverend” Breck, “Brother” Breck, and various “Cousin” Breaks may be showing up periodically in the coming weeks and months.

And I hope, just in case anyone here ever thought to feel “sorry” for these oxygen thieves, that this short exposition of their true nature has cured you of ever even imagining or hoping such beings as these, or the deranged feminists, ever find anyone to reproduce with.

It is the way of nature. They absolutely need to die alone and unloved by anyone. The sooner their DNA disappears completely from the gene pool, the better.

Inquisitor-prospects should test their flamethrowers for efficient functioning now.

I hope you enjoyed this educational presentation of the Gamma-incel as found in the wild.

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The current spate of people screwing up their lives, destroying their families and even committing suicide thanks to AI psychosis is (if you care) a somewhat interesting phenomenon from a psychological perspective.

This post by Lauren explains it rather well.

My personal reaction to people who have AI psychosis is pretty much similar to my reaction regarding the vast majority of humans on this planet, i.e. what a bunch of fucking idiots.

At an objective level I simply cannot see it any different than idiots, doing idiot things, in idiot ways, for idiot reasons. I hope you are starting to get the sense of how I feel about it objectively.

At a human level, of course, it’s fucking tragic. But then so are most human lives when you see them from my perspective. 1

But what is to be done?

Well, none of that AI psychosis can happen to someone who at the very least either:

1. Understands how AI functions and why (beyond most people but I did write about it thanks to a guy who did the hard work of explaining it rather well first)
2. Actually, really, KNOW YOURSELF.

That’s it. And if you have both, you’re golden.

Now, it needs to be said that the knowing yourself part must absolutely be rooted in reality, not your fever dreams of what a cool guy you are. That way lies AI psychosis and tragedy even without AI, oh my so not special unicorn.

Knowing yourself means you know exactly how you would react to shit you are not prepared for. It means that even in the heat of the fear and the alarm, 2 if you survive, when you look back, you know you couldn’t, and wouldn’t, have done anything different.

That means facing who you really are, choosing who you really want to be, then becoming it. It’s a conscious, constant, never-ending process of perennially checking and testing yourself.

Of course, I wrote about it at length in my book on Systema , and I discuss it in various ways in Caveman Theory too, but if you just do that —know yourself— then you don’t need to read anything else I write on it, really.

Live your life. Be. Do. And win or die trying.

That’s all there is to life, really, and in case you don’t know, “winning” has very little to do with “worldly success”. It can have something to do with it, but marginally at best.

So that is all you need to do, in order to not hang yourself from your doorknob after a one-on-one with ChatGTP: Know yourself.

You’re welcome.

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So, I only read the one post, but man, did she explain the principles of how females judge and evaluate men well. I strongly urge any man even mildly confused by women and how to get to be with one seriously, to read this whole thing .

I am not sure, but judging from her writing and her self-admitted hyper-literalism, I suspect Kristin is on the spectrum and has a high IQ. Those of you who have bothered to watch my video from years ago , will know that I pretty much see it that a high IQ coupled with a touch of Autism (not a lot, Aspie level stuff is best) is really the next step in genuine human evolution. 1

This lady cuts through all the hand-wringing and brings you the clear, lucid truth:

I’m not a psychologist, evolutionary or otherwise, so I won’t bore you with any science-based opinions I gleaned from other, smarter writers. But there are reasons why girls are so picky. Deep, inborn reasons. Yes, even the fat ones. Yes, even the butter-face mids. They’re picky for good reasons, and no amount of silly fantasizing about violent theocratic revolution will stop them from being picky.

Instead of wondering how you can bend half the population to your will, perhaps you should activate those analytical skills I keep hearing you excel at.

Society has changed, but what women value hasn’t.

Do you think Topsy would have spoken up and squashed the argument if her husband was, say, a weird, eccentric tycoon who made others uncomfortable with his mumbling and poor hygiene? Would she have felt comfortable asserting herself in this female group if her husband had gotten sloppy drunk at last night’s party, and was seen groping the band singer?

I can’t think of a better way to explain the why and how of how many men fail so spectacularly with women than the above examples.

And yes, no amount of intel rage from “Pagans” that are supposedly “worshipping Odin” is ever going to get them laid, or “repeal the 19th”, even (especially) if a literal apocalypse happens, because those LARPers and MGTOWs would be the least reliable men you can find in any trench.

See how a man behaves and carries himself in public, in private, with friends and with strangers, and I will be able to tell you what kind of success he has with women.

Most men are so scared of making some faux-pas that essentially they become so ordinary and “nice” they may as well be invisible. You think women —those creatures that will spend thousands on looking good enough to be looked at by both men and women— want to be reflected by a “mirror” that no one even knows is there?

No.

But now allow me to put to rest another few myths, about the Sigma male.

The Pain of the Sigma Wife

Thanks to the perverting of the word and concept first created by Vox Day, everyone, especially Gamma males, but also some women (those who haven’t actually tried to be with one) have glorified the Sigma Male as the epitome of human achievement. Of manly manliness that every man should aspire to, and every woman desires.

As usual, taking half-truths and turning them into fictional legends never turns out well for those who believe these things.

So let’s first get the half truths:

Are Sigmas the epitome of male achievement?

It’s a stupid question to begin with.

Nothing is absolute except death. To think in such limited fashion shows the “thinker” is mostly retarded. Nevertheless, we can more or less see why this myth would be propagated; but even so, it bears remembering that Sigmas are also pretty as unique as any class of man can get, precisely because their classification is primarily rooted in their own individualism and self-reliance. Some of which self-reliance occurred by happenstance (though usually through hardship or trauma), even if it probably got refined and perfected later.

So while we can ascribe some generalities to them, none of them are written in stone (almost nothing ever is, but Sigmas specifically are a small percentage of humanity and the most unpredictable). The generalities are things like:

• Almost pathological self reliance. This can certainly appear to be, and also actually be attractive, especially from a distance. Because in order to be self-reliant a man inevitably has to become competent, and usually to a level well above the norm. Again, an attractive quality to a woman. Until that self-reliance is such that the woman realises this guy just doesn’t seem to value, care, even (gasp!) respect most people?!?! Cue: “Oh MAW GAWD! He’s a psychopath!”
• Their own code of conduct. While this is not necessarily always ethical, as my dad explained long ago, when I was a teenager: “Son, just remember, as long as you are yourself, and stick to your own way, even if you are an evil son of a bitch that kills an old lady every Friday night, you will always have a woman, best friends, and people on your side. But the day you wake up and decide to change, and that killing little old ladies is wrong, that’s when your “best friend” fucks your woman, and your “friends” disappear.” Crude as his explanation was, it’s basically true. Even evil men, who nevertheless march to their own pace, will not be short of sycophants and women. Regardless of your liking this or not, once again, a man that does his own thing unapologetically, and with conviction, is an attractive prospect to women. Don’t take my word for it, look up how many serial killers on death row get fan mail from women.
• Usually, they are quite capable in dealing with conflict. The Sigma ranges the most in many regards, but you can hardly succeed in the world if you are self-reliant without being able to navigate conflict in some way with generally good outcomes. A few Sigmas while perhaps not actively or at least consciously seeking it out, nevertheless thrive on conflict. Most do not look for it specifically, and would prefer to be left alone, but no Sigma is a stranger to confrontation and conflict. And when they do need to, they can absolutely become the most dangerous person in the room, no one excluded. Even an Alpha in a total Alpha rage is not safe from a Sigma that has (for whatever reason) reached murderous levels of response. Not even if he has bodyguards. And as you may have noted above, a man’s ability to navigate confrontation successfully, even to the point of potentially being capable of massive violence, is —again, like it or not— instinctively attractive to large numbers of the female population.
• Usually they have some measure of material success. Once again, this is not always a given, because some Sigmas are weirder than many can imagine, but as with some of the other attributes, to be self-reliant, outside of most social hierarchies, and so on, a man generally has to become at least somewhat capable in the world, and again, this is generally seen as an attractive quality.
• Does not put up with bullshit. Precisely because he cares little or not at all for social status and so on, a Sigma will defend what they consider their home (be it physical, mental, spiritual, or ideological) to the death. A Sigma can tolerate levels of stress that might kill other men in certain areas, and absolutely maul you if you encroach into their personal garden of peace, whatever that is and however it manifests for him. In most situations where the ending is not akin to a scene from Dexter, this plays out as a Sigma not tolerating the kind of shit-testing that women do as a function of their breathing, pretty much. And again, counter-intuitive as this may be, women perceive a man that takes very little of their nonsense as attractive, regardless of how much they deny it. And also regardless of the fact that as much as Gammas, may TRY to emulate this aspect of Sigma-ness, it simply cannot be faked. I can tell you from personal experience that while I might, for brief periods of time, resist the urge to tell someone to fuck off, when I in fact do so, there is no doubt in anyone’s mind that it is a full-hearted, genuine sentiment that comes from the very depths of my soul, and is in no way any kind of act. This is also probably why whenever I have ever reached that point, every problem person that was being a pain in the ass 3 seconds earlier, suddenly, miraculously, either disappears, or becomes instantly polite, and very, very helpful.
• Are often either oblivious or contemptuous of many social standards. People are mostly stupid and irrelevant, so a Sigma does not concern himself pretty much at all with what the opinions of others about him might be. Our main operating principle might be reduced to doing the minimum necessary to not be hunted down with torches and pitchforks, staying out of jail, and having as few people as possible bug us with their stupid questions, opinion, mouth noises and general incompetence and idiocy.

Now put those traits all in one person, and sure, from afar it looks so cool, right?

I mean, James Bond is a Sigma! (well, except he’s a government flunky, but we can put that down to his being able to pretty much do what he wants in exchange for his services, so it works) isn’t he cool? Yeah… notice how a lot of the women he gets involved with die? That’s the movies’ metaphorical representation of what one might assume happens to a Sigma wife a couple of times a day internally.

Or take the actual Kurgan —after which I was nicknamed by a group of online readers of Vox’s blog— Well, that guy, the one from the Highlander film, is certainly a Sigma. No one can deny he marches to his own beat. Now imagine bringing that guy to a cocktail party of your closest friends as your guest.

Feel the cringe? And that’s probably you, as a male reader. Now imagine being married to him. In like… the real world. And remember that a woman sees herself as a reflection of her man.

It takes a very unusual woman to be happy and content with a Sigma husband.

Sure, the bouts of positives can sometimes be real peaks of such brilliance that any woman would be flattered to bask in that light of it for a bit.

But the bouts of social shame that a Sigma can potentially make his wife experience (whether it’s real or not in the end is a bit subjective) 2 are probably not described in Dante’s lowest circles of Hell for the sheer shame of it.

The fact remains that what another man might navigate as a much smoother outcome, whether consciously or not, a Sigma can sometimes treat as an impromptu opportunity to test the effect of live hand-grenades in polite company. And bad enough sometimes he will do this without even realising that live hand-grenades and cocktail parties do not mix, that’s a horrific enough concept to digest for anyone… but sometimes the absolute maniac will do it on purpose, full knowing what live hand-grenades in confined spaces do to soft humans. 3 I mean he will have a reason for doing it, a good reason (to him anyway), maybe even a very valid reason too, but most women you see will just not appreciate it. 4

So… while I doubt it will make a dent in the idiotic “manosphere”, of which I most certainly do not consider myself a part of, nor any kind of spokesman for (God forbid!), perhaps, if people read this, the Gammas and other idolaters of the Sigma label, might just realise that:

• No you can’t fake it.
• Yes women (and everyone else too, but women especially) can tell if you are.
• Most women will be attracted and may even get involved initially with a Sigma, they may be their hidden mistress for years, but very few would actually be able to live with the inevitable misanthropy that Sigmas mostly have as part of their DNA.

James Bond is sexy to be seen with. Not so much to be married to.

Ditto Hannibal Lecter. It may be fun to be seen in the company of a sophisticated, educated, successful man with a refined palate in the presence of people you want to impress. A little less fun when you get home and realise he eats people. And a LOT less fun when the neighbours find out and then go missing.

Which is not to say all Sigmas are psychopaths, just to be clear. In fact I would guess proportionally less of them are mentally unstable than average by a good factor, because if you are not well-acquainted with reality it’s pretty difficult to be self-sufficient and do so successfully.

So… spare a thought for those brave women that take on the task of making a life with what might be the modern equivalent of a Pirate. It’s not about the legality of things, Sigmas are not necessarily any more criminally inclined than anyone else, as far as I can tell, it’s more about the social effect.

Some people might think pirates are cool. But polite society in general shuns them (even if more than a few of the “polite society” wives of very respectable “polite society” husbands will have been in very compromising positions with certain pirates).

And it is that general aura of “social outsider” that a Sigma Wife operates under, for the most part. The women who have it in them to be comfortable with such an aura are few, generally speaking, but I have also found that those who are, or at least become it, are women that are far more interesting than average. By a lot.

I used to have a Sigma boss that was married to such a woman, and I worked with them both. I can’t help but remember that man fondly, and sometimes am a little sad I lost touch with him. And his wife was truly a woman I deeply respected and enjoyed the company of. The conversations I had with her were always either entertaining, funny, or interesting. She was never superficial yet had the ability to make light of the most difficult situations in a way that defused things better than most hostage negotiators might do. And if and when she got pissed off, woe betide the poor bastard that did it, because she would cut him down in that British cold-venom delivery that can be worse than being simply shot. And immediately after, in case the unfortunate individual was too insensitive to have been adequately wounded in his ego, along would come her husband with all the subtlety of a raging bull on cocaine that was also on fire.

He once threw a client’s consultant off site permanently and with language that would make a sailor blush because the man had made a half-joking comment that one of the plasterer’s hi-viz vests was dirty.

It was quite a spectacle, and workmen within hearing distance (elevated by the volume his rant was delivered at) downed tools to look on in stunned silence at this project manager telling a man twice his size, who also worked for the client, what a so and so he was and how dare he talk to one of his men that way, and to get his X and Y face and arse off his site right the fuck now and never show his face here again…and so on…

The only sound that was being heard aside him ranting, and the other guy looking like a deer in headlights trying to apologise and not being allowed to, was me, basically trying to stifle a belly laugh.

Two minutes later, back in the office on site, he was all smiles and saying how he didn’t like that C*** from day one and now he wouldn’t have to see him again. The whole show was both real AND a show. And it was a masterful psychological play on the client too, that very few men would have managed to pull off successfully without possibly ending up in court, never mind completing the project at a profit, and even more miraculously, on time.

In fact, his project was the only one, aside one of my own, that I have ever known to actually finish on time. The man was a brilliant project manager, regardless of the fact that his “style” was described by the client’s top financial consultant as: “Belligerent”. I had to tell him what the word meant as he was unfamiliar with it, and when I did he smiled proudly. On that project I believe I had been described as “Intransigent”, by the same man. But that project finished on time and made a very healthy profit, and the client remained a repeat client.

But try to understand that the average woman (who in this case remember: also worked in the same office with us) would absolutely shrivel in shame and possibly spontaneously combust if their husband behaved that way at their place of work; and in such a way that literally everyone at the company and at the client’s too, no doubt, had either witnessed this or would be told about it in technicolour version too.

Not this lady. She’d make a joke of it, and offer him a warm Ribena drink instead, possibly with a dry comment about having already achieved “model project manager of the month” in the first week of it.

Yes, it may be true that Sigmas may have more legends told about them than other types of men. But try to understand that legends tend to have all sorts of half-truths, outright lies, and, more of than not, some corpses and monsters.

And for good reason.

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