This book was published way before most of the big names in game and neomasculinity were even born, or had hair on their balls: Esther Vilar, The Manipulated Man, (Abelad-Schuman, 1971). Here is a pdf of the little monster:

,Esther/The_manipulated_man.pdf

and some quotes to get our aging glans flowing:

“Men have been trained and conditioned by women, not unlike the way Pavlov conditioned his dogs, into becoming their slaves. As compensation for their labours, men are given periodic use of a woman’s vagina.” As well: “her stupidity makes women divine,” “women have no feelings,” “the average woman may be a whore, but she’s a dishonest whore,” “[a] woman’s vagina holds the whip hand, and a man has no choice but to bow his head in submission if he wants to enjoy even a minimal sex life.”

There is even a set of neat propositions summing up the anti-feminist position:

“1.Men are conscripted; women are not. 2. Men are sent to fight in wars; women are not. 3. Men retire later than women (even though, due to their lower life expectancy, they should have the right to retire earlier). 4. Men have almost no influence over their reproduction (for males, there is neither a pill nor abortion – they can only get the children women want them to have). 5. Men support women; women never, or only temporarily, support men. 3 6. Men work all their lives; women work only temporarily or not at all. 7. Even though men work all their lives, and women work only temporarily or not at all, on average, men are poorer than women. 8. Men only “borrow” their children; woman can keep them (as men work all their lives and women do not, men are automatically robbed of their children in cases of separation – with the reasoning that they have to work).”

“It is lucky for the adult woman that men do not consider themselves beautiful, since most men are beautiful. Their smooth bodies, kept trim by hard work, their strong shoulders, their muscular legs, their melodic voices, their warm, human laughter, the intelligent expression of their faces, and their calibrated, meaningful movements overshadow those of women completely, even in a purely animal sense. And since they, unlike women, work and their bodies are therefore preserved for continued future use, men also retain their beauty longer. As a result of their inertia, women's bodies rapidly decay and, after the age of fifty, they are nothing but indifferent heaps of human cells. (One has only to observe a fifty-year-old housewife on the street and compare her appearance with that of a man of the same age.) Men are not aware of their own beauty and no one mentions it.”

The relevant bit for today’s sermon is the claim that women are whores – made by a woman, no less:

“It is ironic that men consider ordinary prostitutes so very contemptible – they are among the few women who frankly admit that they make money by renting out a specific orifice of their bodies. The female callings of prostitute, actress, model, singer, dancer are not practiced by men. But whereas actresses, singers, dancers, and models work with nets (nets being the men who catch them when they don't feel like working anymore), a prostitute has no such recourse. When she is tired or ill there is no one there, waiting hopefully for the time when he will be allowed to support her. No man in our society would allow a prostitute to exploit him as a fashion model, for instance, could. Women, too, despise the common prostitute, but for a different reason: they despise her for her stupidity. A woman who sells her body so ineptly is shockingly stupid by female intelligence standards. They admire only such women as are able to exact an exorbitant price for their favors, for example those who marry Rothschilds, Aga Khans, or Rockefellers. They have impressed on men the concept that prostitution is a “sordid profession” to intimidate men who otherwise might one day be able to draw parallels. The basic principle of “sex as a reward” does not vary from woman to woman. They all offer themselves to a man, stress their charms, and then, providing he has performed his “tricks” satisfactorily, reward him. And, 47 since they never cease to keep him in a state of sexual excitement, he will demand the reward again and again. It is only men with reduced sexual potency who can afford to make do with sporadic affairs and live the life of a hippie year after year without feeling the need of a regular reward. One of the results of this female system of sex rewards is that a man with strong sexual needs must be more obedient to women than others: look at the advertisements for dynamic, enterprising, energetic, enthusiastic young men, so much in demand in business. What are such men, in fact, but sexually dependent psychopaths who have set their standards in women too high? Why else would a man use all his energy and imagination to sell a particular commercial product? Only for this reward. The whole world outside his office window beckons him with the promise of adventure; yet so strong is his sex drive that he gladly forgoes all that is there and instead buys himself a woman with his hard-earned money. But even if he calls her his “adventure,” she will never be a substitute for what he has lost: when and if he meets her, everything will follow the strict system of supply and demand with its rigid rules and almost total lack of surprise.”

Now you don’t have to read the book: men are slaves, women whores! Simple and painful reality. But, let us follow this through, considering the “Return of Kings/Roosh” gaming philosophy. Why should a man have to go through so much bullshit just to get a root, to essentially relieve ball pressure, a job requiring the services of a female plumber only? So many mind games to get some princess to rent some moist orifice. And the costs, as we have seen above are vast, paying for a moment of relief, often with all one’s assets and life essence.

Far better to cut out the middle woman and just fuck a whore. No, not a whore with syringes hanging from her carcass, but someone like Fanny Hill, a lady of pleasure, an actress who pretends to like your sex, for money. You pay, she plays. Instead of being fucked over by an amateur, once in a while, after playing whatever mind games she has in store, you can get your “relief” from a quality hole and then be on your way. Sex is just another commodity, and that is the way it should be in the present capitalist society. In a post-collapse barbarian wasteland, well, it’s back to the caves and club, sweetie.

When I was a student, my friend who was from Holland, Anton, came to study at the university in Texas where I was doing my engineering degree. We got to work together on a mechanical engineering project. He also got an inheritance of about $100,000, from some local old lady. I did not have the stomach to ask him how he wormed his way into her will, what services he provided. But, he began spending this money on high class call girls, choice and juicy.

I recall that we had a group seminar presentation to do one day, he was the group leader, and he was late. Oh shit, I am going to fail. But, he soon turned up, with a glowing face and blew everybody out of the water with his relaxed presentation. He had just come from a tryst with three tight teenage girls, the latest additions to the high-class whorehouse. How he did not spurt in girl number one, I do not know, since he said that each lady was so tight he “had to really pump just to get my cock in, and the juices were flowing like a river. You could fill up your beer mug, Fred.” He spend the money over a couple of years, but he did not have a girlfriend and never went out, just worked. He became highly successful and rich, never marrying, just satisfying his lust with choice women across the world.

Anton the Wise always maintained that any man, even a poor one could live along these lines; simply put away the money that you would spend on some dumb woman and use it for professional services. Have a jar where you put away some dollars daily, your fuck-whore jar.

Sure, someone at this point will raise the issue of children, saving the White race, and associated bullshit. I think that it is a bit too late for that, but don’t worry, most suckers will still go down the conventional road, producing the cannon fodder for capitalism. Some of us, especially older men who have been through the wringer, need to be free from the tyranny of women and relationships, and “her orgasm,” and to make the most of whatever time left we have. As well, once you hit 60, most of the women a divorced man can bang, even with the best game in the world, are going to look almost as bad as Hillary Clinton, so an alternative must be found.

Let’s not let it end this way:

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