If you’re a leader-type, like I am, control is of paramount importance to you. Control over how your life is progressing, control over the women in your life, control over your finances. To be out of control is to be rudderless on a stormy sea, with winds lashing at your face.

Control, seated far back in the mind with such entities as self-esteem and the sex drive, comes at a potential cost: one can become anal, rigid. You can avoid this fate by being accepting of a little chaos at the fringes of your world, rather than trying to straighten out every little kink. Although it is valuable to have control, 100% control is an unattainable ideal and will only make you into a nervous wreck.

For example, women will always be a little rebellious. They will always backtalk and shirk their duties to some degree. If society is not backing you — and the modern feminist utopia does not back dominating men — then you are left with the choice of punishing them savagely for every little transgression, which is a pain in the ass, or accepting a little unruliness in exchange for a largely obedient nature. Think of them as venting.

If you have children, especially sons, you shouldn’t try to dominate them. Let them flower in their own way. A son is a precious thing, and you should let him make his own mistakes and find his own way. Forget about trying to live his life for him. He won’t listen to you, he’ll come to resent your strict guidance, and he’ll do the opposite of what you want. If he has superior genes, he’ll be alright. The survival mechanism is built into each and every one of us.

But what about chaos? How do we deal with that?

Well, it helps to have backups. If our ally at work is getting flaky, we should have another power-holder on tap ready to help us out. If our main woman is getting too rebellious, or sinking into depression, or is no longer fun for sex, a backup woman or two should be ready to take her place. The chaos that life brings comes in many forms, albeit with the same basic negative vibe in life. It can be buffered.

Remember that the average man has zero control over his life. He is buffeted by the winds of chance to be blown like a leaf in a hurricane wherever circumstances take him. He is too weak to exert dominance over affairs of the heart, too uncertain to stand up for himself at work, too uncreative to think of workarounds for chaos. He is a dud, a failure.

The interesting thing about mankind is that evolution is continuing to happen. The long-term prognosis is that the average men will all be weeded out, and we will be left only with superiors. When this happens, wars will cease as the best come to an accommodation with one another. Finally, we will have a world in which equality is possible — not between men and women (for the female element will serve on its knees) but between the surviving superior men among one another.

Happiness is a choice. A lot of people choose to live on the darker side of life. Some of them indulge in death metal, others seek drugs that only drive them down. The quality of one’s life depends on one’s mental strength and one’s innate desire to live.

If you’re happy, you can weather the occasional dark period. Happiness returns like a compressed spring that jerks out with full energy after it is released. In general, life is meant to be lived happily. With reasonable health and reasonable IQ and decent good looks, there’s no reason not to be happy. A lot of the good life comes down to finding out what works for you and making sure that it’s the predominant element of your existence. The quest for this solution is what makes up a great part of our youth. The youth picks up the guitar, the computer keyboard, the political pamphlet. He becomes a musician, a coder, a politician. He seeks his own destiny. And is happy as a result.