It takes a while to get a girl to do what you want. That’s inevitable. Most of the men she’s been with have been betas who tolerate all of their bad habits. She’s unwilling and unable to change for a man, generally. Lacking introspection (as a female), she cannot see into herself and spy out defects. Even if she could, her fragile ego doesn’t allow her to admit that she is deeply flawed.

You correct a woman the way you would correct any dog or horse. Through repetition, the carrot-and-the-stick, encouragement, punishment, more repetition. Practice makes perfect.

You start small. If, for example, you are trying to get a woman to obey you, get her to make you a sandwich or rub your feet. Little things. The big things can come later.

Women are perfectly capable of changing. They modify themselves all the time to be in conformity with their girlfriends. You want to take this female-on-female plasticity and apply it to your own male-dominant life.

There must always be fear in a woman’s eyes. Women are cowardly creatures, and fear goes a lot farther with them than it does with men. The best fear is the fear of losing you. This is the amazing thing about beta males: they have such a powerful weapon and they don’t even see it. After a while, a girl could fear losing even a beta male. Not all beta males suck completely. Women come to need the man in their lives.

The true four aces are held by the alpha male, though. He has the charm and the ruthless determination to notice that she is quick to respond to his texts, talks to him in a worried tone about where he’s been, asks him what the relationship will be like in the future.

A relationship with an alpha male is like a mountain in a woman’s mind. (Or what passes for a woman’s mind.) It is constantly looming over her thoughts, casting its shadow. There is a vast difference between how a lover treats her beta male and her alpha male. There are few or no fights in alpha relationships. Things run smoothly. The female has a clear second-place standing. She thinks about what to do to make things better. In beta relationships, she is nettled, pissed off, irrationally angry at him over the littlest things, like a smelly shit at a toilet or $500 spent on himself. The alpha male can do as he wants.

It is impossible to change a woman if you are a beta male. They simply won’t listen. She will go on nagging you, denying sex to you, treating you like shit, badmouthing you to her friends, reducing you, belittling you, limiting you, making you wonder why you’re involved with her in the first place.

Women are cruel creatures, with childlike minds and no patience. There is no justice where a woman is concerned. You can treat a woman wonderfully, with kindness and generosity, and she will spit on it as if it comes from a place of weakness. Abuse a woman, however, and control her, give her an orgasm or two, make her sweat when she’s with you, and she’ll love you forever.

The world is a most excellent place. I like how treating women bad gets you bonus points in this life. I control women. On rare occasion, I will give ground temporarily for strategic advantage, if I’m with a particularly childlike woman who needs mental conditioning. It’s like the Mongol tactic of staging a fake retreat, then wheeling and counterattacking.

I am with a woman now who is slow to change. I really want to fuck around with her younger friends, and I’ll do that in time, but for now I’m limiting myself. She would crack if I went seducing with others.

The woman I’m with has got an ultimatum to improve. I’ve given her a certain amount of time in which to do a certain amount of things. I’ve insulted her many times, lowering her self-worth. I’ve called her ugly. Lazy. Useless. A girl. Over and over I’ve hammered this into her. Before, she would have objected. By now she takes it up the ass like a good bitch. I’m cold.

But in my last communication with her, I told her I loved her. I gave her something to aspire to. I’m very flexible and I’m a fine actor. I do whatever works. If only telling her I loved her got her to change, I would do it. It doesn’t work, so I only mention it at the end when she’s sinking in her heart and needs hope to survive.

I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again: women are toys to be used until they are broken. This woman I’m with is going to get broken. She’s going to see me fucking two, three of her friends at the same time in front of her eyes and ignoring her, she’s going to see me withdraw from her, turn stony and uninterested in her, she’s going to watch her world fall apart, and it’s going to kill her. I am a stone-cold alpha male who uses love as a pleasurable exercise, not as something that dominates him. There are others like me out there, and some are even good-looking guys. We are the best.

Life is completely fair. The best men get the best treatment from women. The best men are real bastards. Nice guys finish last, and deserve to. I’m reminded of Roosh V of internet pick-up artist fame. He was a nice guy. He would release these videos on YouTube and talk about seduction strategies and always, at the end of the video he would look sad, despondent and hopeless. He was a walking picture of misery.

He tried to be an alpha male, knowing it worked, and couldn’t sustain it. The closest he could approach it was to be “a clown.” He resented this; of course he didn’t want to do what it took. Even deep into his pick-up career, he continued to believe women should be a certain way. Women are garbage. Their pussies stink. They’re awkward lumps of fat on a no-brain body. You have to like them in spite of their vast array of major defects. Roosh V, and other guys, doesn’t have a problem with women. He doesn’t see them as garbage; he loves them. This is his downfall.

Heartiste was another major internet pick-up artist. Heartiste was better, but not ideal. For Heartiste, women were defective but not complete crap. He had a moderate amount of deluded romance in his outlook on life. Most men are conditioned to see women in a positive light. I would like to see all these men stand in front of a woman as she’s changing her tampons. I would like to see these men be there as their “love” is talking about them to her girlfriends.

And yet it wouldn’t change their minds! Even if you explained clearly to men how their mothers tortured them as babies, the men would forgive their mothers. All women are weak, and there are a lot of weak men in this world. But not all men are weak. The minority is strong, and sees clearly, particularly about the opposite sex.

Like I say, this is a great world. Unattached good-looking young women are walking around all the time, looking for Mr. Right — the ultimate alpha male, who is with them voluntarily and isn’t enslaved in a relationship. Funnily enough, women don’t want to enslave their boyfriends. They do enslave most of them, but they’re not trying to. I do want to enslave my girlfriends. I’m the opposite of them.

Ah well. Opposites attract.