I believe I am one of the few men alive capable of raising a truly elite daughter.
And by elite, I do not mean a sloppy zombie who cannot properly think for herself, nor an arrogant bitch who cannot yield to a good man.
I mean a special third thing: a woman with the best virtues of man (as much as a woman's vessel is capable), combined with the best virtues of woman synthesised into a harmonious and elegant whole.
I would ensure this, for it is only by incorporating the best of man, she can become the best of women.
I would teach her devotion: what true love actually is, and how to love.
I would teach her how to distinguish narcissism from clean dominance, and how to punish and reject the former whilst appreciating without stigmatising the latter.
I would teach her to find virtue desirable and attractive, and to love and to cherish the boyish feminine purity found deepest within man's soul, rather than feel disgust or disdain for it.
I would teach her how to argue, think, lead and follow, and to do each of these things well.
I would teach her accountability, honour, and integrity, which means I would teach her ruthlessness to discipline herself, and to ground her propensity for misplaced and runaway compassion.
I would teach her how to appreciate tenderness without mistaking it for weakness, and how to discern righteous ruthlessness from tyranny.
I would teach her about divine union, the merging of souls, the importance of soul purity, and how to prepare and save herself for her husband.
I would teach her how to fight: physically and mentally. She will know shame, yet be resistant to the bullying of others without becoming one herself.
I would teach her how to be confident and bold, without becoming callous, reckless, or ugly.
I would teach her how to transmute her pain into power, without becoming resentful, or addicted to the intensity of her own pain.
She would learn the virtues of darkness, for I would teach her what it is to be dangerous without being cruel. To pursue, to hunt, to colonise, to capture - unlike most daughters, mine won't see herself as a victim, but as a hunter - a predator in the best of ways - a conqueror.
The erotic, and its implications for her development, would of course belong to her husband, because there is an entire domain beyond the father where a daughter must undergo her becoming as a woman without him.
She will outgrow me, as she should, and it would be my task to prepare her to do so beautifully, rather than keep her tethered to me for my selfish benefit. A girl's final place is with her husband, not her father. And so to fail to prepare her for him and keep her with me, would be a sin.
I have acquainted myself with the flaws of various types of women, for in our intimate conversations, I was an ardent student of the feminine: she spoke to me, and so I vigorously studied her. It is in this way I met different fathers, seeing how they gave form to her, taking sharp mental notes of wherever he failed.
Each failure is a blueprint of what not to do: what was done in excess, what was done too little, and what should never have been done at all.
Failure is not the exception, but the rule, for there are many failure points, and so the path to paradise is narrow.
My daughter will learn from the failures of all the men and women who came before her, observed and analysed by the power of my mind, condensed into my knowing, masterfully poured into her through my love.
Nothing will go to waste, for she will be the beneficiary of all my efforts: my intellect and agony equally.
Creating an elite woman is thus one of the noblest and hardest things a man can do - which is precisely why they are so rare.
But the return if one succeeds, is truly unimaginable - rather than a train wreck, one gets to witness the glory of a true masterpiece in all her potent grace and violent elegance represent you as she inhabits the world.
When you see a great man, you think: that is awesome.
But when you see a great woman, you almost fail to believe your eyes.
You think: "what the fuck is that? Truly, I must be hallucinating."
For you are gazing upon a creature so rare, so mythical, and so beautiful, that a good portion of adult women cosplay as her without resembling even a fraction of her.
To raise a muse is such a divine task to embark upon, for the hardest task is the best task, and therefore the most worthy task, is it not?
A father is condemned to some level of ingratitude, mischaracterisation, or resentment. Look for a girl without issues with her father. No matter how great the man nor how kind he was, you will find none. He was too ruthless. He was too soft. He didn't save you from your mistakes. He never let you make your own choices. He spoiled you too much. He failed to provide. "He did the best he could" - yes, but beneath that, there is always a gripe, and within that gripe, a yearning - a hunger to be soothed. This is the wound, and it is inevitable.
Most husbands are left with the mess caused by their wifeโs father, and they pay for his sins through her dysfunction: every woman brings a father wound into her union.
My philosophy has reached a point where I believe this wound is unavoidable. It is more a structural feature than it is an avoidable bug, because the healing of the wound is itself foundational to the process of marital bonding - a bridge between souls if you will. It is only the nature and severity of the wound that differs. It's presence is a given.
And yet I believe if you do a great job, the wound will be minor. Having only typical feminine insecurities that can be quelled through reassurance and presence, as opposed to full scale soul rot or identity fragmentation.
And so to do a good job is to make the wound serviceable as a bonding vector for her with her future husband, to serve as a tool in the truest sense of the word, rather than as a spiritual straitjacket that hijacks her, and binds her to deprive her of true love in this world.
As a mere mortal man, I am far from perfect, and so in the fallibility of my mortality, I will surely err. And yet any man who marries a daughter of mine would feel blessed and privileged to have her, because he would see the greatness she embodies by my hand and her own.
He would feel thankful he gets to profit from the mind of a man dedicated to the skilful creation of a woman beyond anything he could ever dream of, that through her he gets to benefit from my purest pouring, that his lips alone come to taste such sweet nectar, sipping on ambrosia.
No daughter of mine would be a coward or a loser, because I would bend the very fabric of reality to prevent it. I will prepare her to be beautiful. I will prepare her to win.
My problem is not whether anybody hates Muslims or not. I'm not religious and anyone has the right to hate whoever or whatever they want. My problem is that if you truly believe that "Muslims are killing Christians" in search of some "Islamic Caliphate", and you are serious about opposing them, then you should want to find out who is funding these "Muslims", who is supplying them military equipment, and who is constantly providing all kinds of political, diplomatic and material support for them.
If you believe in something, follow it all the way through. Go down the rabbit hole and don't stop until you've found what you're looking for. Once upon a time, when I had the same ideas about "Muslims", that was what I set out to do. Because that is the logical next step of opposing something. You should want to find out everything you can about this enemy so that you can disrupt it. So back in 2021, I set out to find out everything I could about these "Muslims" and the big masquerades behind them - and those masquerades turned out to be in Tel-Aviv and Washington DC. That was when I realised that "Muslims" were the least of my problems.
I thought my search would terminate in Doha or Riyadh or Amman - instead it turned out that even the Saudis and Qataris who incubated these awful Wahabbi/Salafi doctrines were just proxies of White, Christian/Jewish empire builders in Washington, London, Paris and Tel-Aviv. The "Muslims" were in fact, not involved in the decision making and they were basically powerless. The people who created the ISIS, Boko Haram, Al-Qaida etc were western empire-seekers who wore suits and spoke English, and the purpose of those terror outfits was not to create some "Islamic caliphate" but to seize land and resources for said white men!
And that's when my mental shift happened. The simple realisation that "Muslims" were at best useful idiots in this scheme, and that the REAL enemy were the people I used to hang out with at Bogobiri and the US Consular General's residence. I had that epiphany because I followed that rabbit hole down to the end and found the actual horrible truth. But most of you have no such balls. You are satisfied to just hear and repeat a narrative without ever trying to confirm it for yourself and take action based on that narrative.
This was the same problem I had with the Obidient people. I was ready to go to fucking WAR for what I wanted in 2023, and I lit myself on fire in ways that I am still recovering from. I escaped an international kidnapping attempt, I survived an attempt on my life, I spent months hopping around Nairobi short lets like a homeless person, and I would have done it all again if that was what it took to get that mandate. But most of you that claimed to support the same candidate had no such motivation. Your own was to sit on the internet and type "A new Nigeria is PO-ssible" and "All eyes on the judiciary" to zero fucking effect. And since that didn't work out, half of you have moved to APC, and the other half are still stuck in a 2022 - 2023 time loop, repeating the same tired nonsense that had no effect.
As I said earlier today, you people have no real convictions or beliefs about anything. All you do is make noise for a short while, then you go back to the shallow, stupid things that are actually the centre of your lives like sports betting, visa hunting and talking about relationships. Nothing you people say comes from a place of genuine thought or conviction - you're just a bunch of internet performance artists. Even the "Muslims" you claim are genociding you - if one of them flashes small 100k at you, your entire perspective will shift instantly. You don't believe anything you are saying, which is why I pity that Mossad asset that thinks he's going to instigate a civil war in Nigeria.
He has no idea how useless the people he's trying to instigate really are. Except he will bring mercenaries to fight the war on both sides, nobody is dying for whatever they claim to believe in Nigeria. The most they will do is talk everlasting amounts of shit at each other on the internet, and then switch up completely once they see money, food, or breast. They only came to this world to eat, shit, fuck, sleep, and die in that order. Anyone taking them seriously is just wasting his agency's budget. Even their civil war had to be fought and supported on both sides by foreign powers because they couldn't do it themselves.
I'm only afraid of an invasion.
I'm not afraid of Nigerians at all. Who dey fear mannequin?
Crypto bros. Congrats on your brand new cars and welcome to the bull market. This might be the first bull run for most of you and it pleases me to see a lot of you all leaving the trenches.
I bought my first BTC in 2016 at $900 (I believe) way before most of you knew anything about the blockchain technology. Made close to $650k at the height of the bull market in 2021 and round-tripped the entire thing until I had very little to show for it. I do not want you to make some of the mistakes that I made so please take your time to read this thread.
Whenever you set out to do something great, give yourself at least 5 years.
It will be the hardest thing that you ever tried to do, but just rememberโฆ the more you fail the better youโll get.
Let's say hypothetically you walk away with 5M USD free and clear post taxes end of this cycle.
How do you allocate that money so you can flip it into 100M? (Assume you are ~25 years old)
Bonus points for pathways that include trading, investing, and cash flowing businesses.
I believe that God is in control, and only my efforts are from inspirations I draw within, the results have nothing to do w me. I do what I think is best but I trust these creations have a purpose.
The number one reason champions lose is they stop doing what made them champions to begin with.
The forget the lessons losing taught them and begin learning the wrong lessons from success.
Success creates more failure than failure ever has.
Everything that money can buy can be acquired without money. The paradox is that those who can acquire all the things in life without money will get a fuck ton of it, including money
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