I belong to a whole lot of forums and read a lot of “field reports” by guys. On many forums I use pseudonyms, but often you just might find me posting as JunkyFungus too. I don’t post a whole lot on PUA forums anymore since I am under contractual agreement not to until, well just until. I do post on my own PUA Lairs forum, but its private so its OK and does not violate the contract. I can say that we are creating a show and it will be in conjunction with the Ammo release of the company I work with.

Well, like I was saying, I read allot still and it always amazes me why some guys are getting into Pick-Up. I guess when I started I wanted to have grudge sex with every girl I met. I often did and “amazingly” I never had an opportunity to have a relationship with any of those women ever again. Sure there were the ones who wanted nothing more for me to take out all my frustrations on their vaginas, in which case I was sure to comply. The thing about that is that other than leaving her with crippled legs, a sticky belly and a bunch of empties I really left no other type of value.

There was this one girl, who very much could have been girlfriend material. She was sweet, had a little freaky streak, was very much a lady when it counted, a smile that radiated love and affection, but to her all I ever will be is her F***-Buddy. I actually feel really sad about it, because in my heart I know she could’ve been more. Not being a wussy though I continue to appease my sexual appetite on her womanly charms. I take out all my frustrations as I bend her over the sofa and drive home the point that I can never have her in any other way. Perhaps Roissy might call me a freaking beta, and maybe in this instance I am portraying beta attributes.

The thing is now though, I have been doing something a bit different. Not just with her, but with all my girls. I’ve discovered that the ALPHA male is not just a guy who has his fill of tail. He isn’t just the guy that bangs every girl he meets that he wants to. I won’t try to define what ALPHA is here in this blog in one blog post. An ALPHA male, after all cannot be defined that way, an ALPHA male is ever growing. He is alive and perpetually increasing his knowledge, world wisdom, creativity, charm all the things that make him so likable. The ALPHA male is a guy that always leaves everyone he meets a little better than before they met him. We are the worlds Kane in Kung Fu, traveling from place to place our wisdom leading others to always do the right thing. Even the enemy who ultimately defeat themselves in all the Kung Fu episodes, even though some require a good Hason Chop to the Neck are left better off than when they started. He leaves everyone with VALUE.

I remember reading a post on a popular pheromone forum, where a boy-child says that he will never aspire to be an ALPHA male and have to always be a jerk to females. It’s not in his nature to be mean to women. So where did he come up with that asinine idea? It’s not to hard to figure it out if you are a regular reader of all the PUA forums out there. I am in awe at how some boys have made it this far along in life. Not surprisingly that they get involved into Pick-Up so they can at least get laid. I wonder, I really do, if its a good idea to teach such wisdom to a child who by my account seed should die off. At first I was a bit taken back by it all, but then I figured it out. They might study the art of Pick-Up, but in most instances they will not get far with the attitude they have. After a while most PUA either learn to lead the world into interactions that will make the world better, or they whither and die.

I believe now that most of us start out with a sense that we can finally get back at all the wrongs that were done to us in HS by all the babes that rejected us, or worse put us into the dreaded friend zone. When I started out in seduction, that’s exactly what I wanted to do, then after a year of banging away at the Memphis elite, the Hollywood Beautiful, the El Lay wannabes, the NYC models I finally came to realize that having women as friends is awesome. I love women with all my soul. I love the way they look, talk, smell, taste, everything about them. So what is so wrong with a woman who wants to be friends anyway? As an ALPHA I am confident enough to have a woman as a friend and not be sexually interested in her.

What’s even more, on my journey of being a man, the journey that all boys take, we follow in the footsteps of the great ones before us, like Jesus, Don Juan, and most of us learn a valuable lesson from our mothers. She taught us to love and cherish women. It was her sole responsibility to pass on the amazing bonding undying love she had for us and we had for her, as a mother, as our most influential woman in our lives. Many, many men believe, erroneously that moms values taught us to supplicate and romance women, but what we have failed to see is the dimensional side to mom who taught us not only to love and cherish, but to be ALPHA. We failed miserably in that course, not by her doing but of our own. Mom taught us to always leave value, always leave someone, especially a women a little better than before you met her.

We wanted to be nice to mom, we wanted for her to love us, but mom loved us regardless of what we did. In fact mom loved us more when we are a bit ornery.

As an ALPHA male it is our responsibility to always leave everyone a little better off than before we met them. I’m not saying you should supplicate, be the sweetheart, but you can be the friend and still have sex. That’s the best kind anyway. The ALPHA is going to be passionate, confident and always leave VALUE. Another tag to the increasing list of ALPHA male traits.

With the PUA show on VH1 I think more and more guys are calling themselves PUA’s and many more guys are actually concerned about all the press. Maybe they are believing that the show will blow their cover. I’m really not sure, but I do know, if you are worried about it you don’t need to be. For one you are not a PUA if you’re worrying and numero two, you’re a BIG beta and therefore not a practicing PUA and again, no need to worry.

To be a PUA, your game needs to be on all the time. There can be no time where you want to go out to the bar just to have a beer. There is no time like the present time and as a PUA if you see a babe are you realy going to turn off game? I mean what if she turns out to be the woman who you love the most? Game is on all the time and therefore so is Pick-Up.

The rest of this blog got cut off last night because of my TERRIBLE Internet connectivity using AT&T 3G Wireless card for the Mac. I pay $78 a month for 3G service and it is not good. I apologize to my loyal readers who put up already with my slow coming blog posts already. It’s a shame because I had some good stuff to report. I’ll do my best to recapture what I wrote again.

Usually when I begin a blog I have no idea what for it will take, until well after I start. Last night was not the exception, but here’s what happened. I was drinking my drink at the local BuckyStars, where more often than not I find these blogs get written. It was Monday and I was feeling a bit low since there is no more Monday Night Football. I love the NFL, in case you haven’t figured that out yet. I even love it although I know its all fixed. I met a player and we became friends, and still are to this day. I’ll call him “Fred” to conceal his identity, but he plays for Miami and is having a stellar year so far. Anyway I was almost certain the NFL was fixing games, too much collusion regarding point spreads and weird officiating calls. Anyway we got drunk and he confirmed it all. Ahh maybe he was just messing with me;)

So last night, I’m sitting writing my blog and my connection kept going out on me. All of a sudden a very slim and short little babe walks in. She’s wearing a sweater jacket and its covering up her perfectly formed babe body. Damn, this is why I am always dressing and prepared. I always believe you have to always be on and hence the title of my blog. So she orders her drink and starts looking through the barrel of monkeys by the register. I am really unsure why my BuckyStars has a barrel of stuffed monkeys but for heavens sake I love that barrel. It gives me a big chuckle whenever I see it.

Now, I’m sitting in the corner by the fireplace at a table with access to power. All of a sudden my brunette little babe walks up to the shelf next to me. I look up from my Mac like I’m annoyed by her. I get a smirk and say something totally ridiculous. You wont find a barrel of monkeys over here, only us real people, but I understand. (It does not matter what you open with guys, but for all things Pink and Squishy, just freaking open. She had a puzzled lok on her face and I was like, yeah it figures that anyone who plays with monkeys is not going to get it. I think she got it becuase she started to crack up. Anyway to make this long blog post short, her name is Vicky, she’s home for the holidays and I have a day two on New Years Day. She loves blogging too, but do not ever give a girl your going to be having sex with your blog address until after you do her.

“Reacting is from habit, to respond we have to think.” Bob Procter

One of the steps I have taken on my journey is to be able to recognize when I am actually staying course and when I stray. I’ve heard from many of my friends, associates, acquaintances, or whomever, that sometimes in order to get ahead we have to take a step back. While I understand there needs to be contrast in life, or we can just as easily not recognize the good, I also believe we can push forward and not suffer from the proverbial setback.

I’ve been on my journey of pick up for quite some time now, and although I recognized the need to maintain a positive outlook and adjust to positiveness, rather than allow it to break me down. It truly is amazing to be non-reactive to any of those things that some call setbacks, but I call opportunity. Everything we do has a direct impact on our lives. Be positive!

The other day in the mall I was searching for the perfect present for a “friend.” I ended up in Victoria’s Secretes looking for those cheeky shorts. It never even crossed my mind that I should be embarrassed about being in there. There are a lot of babes that shop in there and then on the other hand, there are women who have no right in spandex, let alone cheeky shorts. By all things Pink and Squishy may the God of all things bad and corrupt strike down those who who would break this universal Karmic Law and infest their pubic hairs with green fungus. Let’s get this straight, I am not talking about the fungus of a Junky, but that fungus you might only find in a fatties crotch. Disgusting!

OK back to the pleasantries of the babes of Victoria’s Secrets. I was in the mall doing some last minute shopping and asked a friend if he wanted to head over to Vicky’s. I was surprised that he said he felt intimidated by the store. I certainly can feel his anxiousness as I have approach anxiety more often than I like to admit. The good news, at least for me, is that I actually found a valuable lesson to be learned here. Now something like walking into a frilly girly-girl store like VS, is not a big deal at all to me. To my friends walking up to a babe and gaming here is not a big deal to them either.

The lesson is, why should life be anything less than fun? Like who cares if you’re approaching a babe, just do it, get out there, smile and have fun doing everything. The passionate man, who is confident does not fail. He sees an opportunity to move forward and enjoy every interaction as its the most important one of his life. He radiates with knowledge, willing to share, to learn, to experience. I am that passionate man and you can be too.

I was a bit unsure of what type of panties my friend wanted so I asked the lady if she had boy shorts. She took me over to a pair of daisy duke shorts and I was like eheh! OK so that’s what I was sure they would be called, so we looked in another place. I explained they were lacy, satiny, sexy and almost like a thong but really accentuated my chicks fine little butt. Oh you need the other side of the store. I was thinking we were in the Pink section, so now I need to go to the other side! Holy wow, if the other side was more racy than this side than this only proves that most women want more sex than men. There is a GOD!

She passes me off the Britney, a really cute blond, but aren’t they all cute at VS. OK I will admit, what in fucks sake is the idea to dress them up in all black? I mean in my vision of a good business plan would be to dress them up like school girls in plaid shorts, just a little to short and white shirts with just a tad few buttons buttoned. Perfect and sexy, innocent, sweet, but saucy on the inside. The world would be a much better place with me behind the wheel.

I tell Britney what I’m looking for and then notice she’s carrying a bag. I neg her about it, something I call a neg stack. I basically neg the hell out of hired guns, until they either do good work, or are just about to cry.  I get them s fired up to do good for this amazingly picky customer, who is confident and passionate. They do everything to appease me. When finally they do something OK and they are at their breaking point, the Kino wrap of my arm around their waste is so easy. I pull them in, they rest their head on my shoulder and I say, OK, you’re going to make it. I like you, because you try harder than those other girls. Man they eat it up. I get numbers and more off hired guns than any other set I open. Golden:~)

Anyway, Briteny worked out pretty well and worked hard to appease me. It just makes it that much easier to neg her harder when she messes up. Finally after much describing these panties on my behalf a light-bulb went off and she was like OH you mean Cheeky’s. Ummm like sure. So there they are and its exactly what my friend wears. OK yeah that’s them and there’s a sale going on. Buy two get one free. I love sales, especially when women’s panties are ridiculously priced. $16 a pair of panties!

Britney asks me her size and here we are at another road block. Of course I know her size, but life is fun, so I say hmm let me see and start to look around at chicks. She sees me and is like well is she my size? I’m like no, she is really skinny. She gets a crossed look on her face, and believe me Britney was far from fat. I crack a smile and she punches me in the arm, well it was more like a girly slap. I have her eating out of my hand.

Next roadblock: She’s laying them out side, by side asking what I think and I’m at a loss. I’m like totally undecided and ask Britney if maybe she can model them. She laughs and says that VS, doesn’t allow them too. OK who said we have to do it here. She says, almost in a whisper, like she was being bad, what about your girlfriend? I say, girlfriend, like I’m a bit shocked. Oh no, these are for my grandma. OK now she is laughing.

I get another bright-fun idea and actually say, ooh I know. I crumple up a pair and toss it on the floor and say oh that’s much better. I like those. Britney says, Oh no you just didn’t! Two blond girls behind me see this and are laughing loud. I start crumpling and tossing, No to that, yes to that, before you know it the two girls behind me are helping. Britney and them are taking them and spinning on there fingers and I end up with panties tossed in my face and on the floor. It was very fun.

Sometimes just a small shift in how you think is all it takes. I went to have fun and everything else fell into place.

If you haven’t seen the news over the past week, you missed some crazy shit that went down in India. Apparently ten Pakistani terrorists loaded onto a black dingy (rubber speed boat you see in commando movies) and pulled right on up to a public beach. There was a dude who saw them and they were all wearing orange life jackets. First, the dude who saw a bunch of men pulling up onto a beach in the middle of the night carrying rucksacks is probably either pretty fucking stupid, or a terrorist himself. Cut his fingers off one at a time and get that punk talking. Torture is great and we, as Americans, need to embrace it. I’ll come back to that.

Second: Why for fucks sake were these killers hell bent on killing and dying for allah and yet worried about what? Drowning! Holy fucking shit, talk about stupidity. It’s like I’m OK with blowing up pregnant women for my satanic lord, killing infidels and baby’s, massacring people because they bow to a different god, but fall and drown. Oh My God, never. I can’t let that happen. A little wet with water, or covered in blood, brain matter, flesh all for allah? Give me blood and guts any day as long as I can say it was all in the name of religion. Did I mention these morons believe they get 40 virgins for dying a martyr, killing as many people as they can? More like 40 cactus’s shoved up their puckered assholes while gobbling on Lucifers schlong! The only virgin you’ll get, you sick son of a bitch, is your own asshole while its repeatedly raped over 40 millennia by the king beta himself, satan.

Once again this week I find myself in absolute bewilderment why Americans are so caught up in PC crap. Obama wants to close Gitmo, but where is he going to send the fucks we have there? He didn’t tell you that he wants to release them into your neighborhood? Oh yes he does! All these left wingers want you to say we don’t torture, they want you to believe America is built on principals and ideals. They neglect to mention the millions of Native Americans we slaughtered and stole their land from. How about the blacks we sold as property! Have we forgotten about them too? Sorry America, we’ve done some really screwed up things and lets face it. America is the most powerful nation on the planet. The price of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness comes with a price. Do you really care if we cut the fingers off a muslim terrorist that is hell bent on killing you because your beliefs are different from theirs? I say water-board them and their entire family. Kill anyone and everyone of their descendants when you have ties to terrorism. In 50 years terrorism comes to a grinding halt when you have babies strung up in the streets of Iran, Syria, Palestine, Jersey City, where ever. Freedom might be pricey, but love it I do.

But, that’s not politically correct is it? It’s OK when they blow the limbs off a three year old while the mother is cut in two, but not OK if we torture them? I just don’t get it. An eye for an eye. Oh that’s right, I forgot, we need to separate state from religious affiliation, but its OK for Barack to vote for late-term abortion. It’s OK to rip a baby out a womb and drive a nail into its skull here in America, but how dare you water-board that muslim terrorist after he successfully blew up a handful of your friends. He’s evil because he killed a baby and momma, but you’re not for aborting your own baby? How does that make you any more right?

I have some very good friends that are Muslim. I have some very good friends that are Israeli. Shit I have some atheist friends too. I was born and raised a catholic. Should we hate each other? We don’t! So why is it so many muslim men feel they have to blow up themselves and kill? You have shit mongers like this royal family of Saudi Arabia, who get their money from western countries with dirty oil money. We hate you, but buy our oil. Yesterday OPEC had a meeting about how they could stop the plunge in gas prices. They hate America, but they sure the hell want its money. Yeah, you sound like your a typical religious fanatic.

These terrorist fellows who kill in the name of the koran are sick and twisted dudes. So much hatred and religious consequence it all sounds very typical of a beta. Someone who never got any pussy, probably sucked his Camel off nightly and liked little boys. No wonder they have to cover up the women, they are just to beta to allow a female to be strong for herself. Burka’s must be worn because the beta man cannot tolerate anything that might cause jealousy among other men. Only a beta would be so deliberate in taking every precaution to ensure the women don’t out ALPHA them. There is nothing wrong with strong women, as long as they have frilly girly sides too.

I’m OK with the haters, hating on JunkyFungus and I invite your punk-ass jihad. Understand that I have started a group of like minded people who are sick of the PC shit, sick of the nonsense of terrorism without retribution. I’m tired of hearing PC shit like “bring them to justice”. Tell you what, how does this sound. We are going to hunt your ass down, regardless of what cave you hide in, if that means nuke those fucking fucks in Pakistan, so be it. We are going to slaughter you in a most ruthless way. You will die a slow and agonizing death. We will collect your family members and publicly torture them. Burn your wives, children, cousins, aunts, uncles, dogs, cats, neighbors and friends of your family and neighbors and we are going to remove one inch of skin at a time until you have bled to death or given up info. If they do cooperate then we will mercifully splatter their brains in the street with a bullet, if not then we will torture them severely.

Will America be seen as a horrible place, I’m counting on it. It will slow down the illegals from coming to our country to commit crimes. Will it eliminate the muslim terrorists who are obviously hell-bent on dying? Who knows, but allow me the opportunity to have some fun killing them. Lets blow up some mosques and little roadside markets, plant a bomb in mecca, grenades in the Saudi Palace, drop a nuke on Pakistan its going to be OK.

I can almost see the hate mail from my muslim friends now! This is a think piece, its about hatred and its about how people who have never met Junky want me dead. They want me dead because I am different because I am ALPHA and they are beta. Its about intolerance and indifference. I hope you read this and it causes you to seethe with anger and disgust, I hope it causes you to vomit and an aneurism in your brain to explode, but I hope you see the truth, most importantly, there are people who hate in the name of hate itself. I hope you can see hate for hate and maybe, oh please god maybe, one man will read this and put aside his anger and realize anger perpetuates anger, hatred perpetuates hatred. If this is true, than wouldn’t love perpetuate love? Give love a second thought, but in the meantime lets go blow up a bus full of kids.

Terrorism! ALPHA Men or beta scum? You decide…

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