Category: Longform

Cocaine Engagements.

When you see a man snorting a line of coke from on a book cover you pay attention, when the book delivers a detailed roadmap on building quality engagement without the narcotic, you get why Ed Latimore says Engagement Is The New Cocaine!

It’s not all Machiavellian tactics because he does make sure you know that there are certain lines that can’t be crossed, but goes into how to get very, very close! Continue reading

The Manosphere? The Manosphere!

100% of men will try to have sex with 100% of the women they are sexually attracted to, to the best of their ability. That’s where The Manosphere comes in. It’s a scary, hilarious place. This can not be unseen!~>

Moment, Defined!

Beignet is the most recent of men to ask me a question that up until now, I hadn’t given the attention it deserves.  Because I chose to take the world by storm and live the life I chose, I am always under the scrutiny of people who are either trying to justify to themselves why their lack of profundity is acceptable, or, much to my delight, are looking for answers on how to jump-start their own lives, dreams, goals and ambitions.  The way I have.  

Here is my reply to the question

The 48, One By One: Never Outshine The Master

The 48 Laws Of Power is universally cited as one of the greatest tomes of insight and information ever compiled.  I use its contents to great effect.  It helps me maintain consistent success in several areas of my life, personally and professionally.  Here’s How ->

Truth, As Conspired Against By Ego.

I was asked what my “one wish” would be in a conversation with friends last night.  You know the game.  It usually turns into two factions, people who want flight versus the people who want invisibility.  As usual, I created a new option. It made a few people rather uncomfortable ->

Beware The Red Chairs Of China!

A few weeks ago I got a message from my global network of reconnaissance teams and provocateurs that loosely translated into, Be on the lookout for a package! When it arrived at my doorstep, it came in a nondescript, thick, shopworn bag. Inside was a telephone. A Chinese telephone. A telephone to ensure that when I arrived in Shanghai, China, that I would hit the ground running.  The plane landed and I hit the power button!