The G Manifesto

The G VS The Pickup Artists II

The Pick up Artist phenomenon has gathered tons of speed over the last few years. Ever since “The Game” by Neil Strauss came out, every guy who never had success with girls, are now hitting up Nightclubs from Sunset Strip to Miami Beach spitting Game.

Personally, I love it. I think it is great that “regular guys” are learning The Game. Like I have mentioned before, it’s a Modern day “Revenge of the Nerds”. And I think that most Pick up Artist Theory can be very effective when used properly. Furthermore, I can’t really say enough about the Theories of Social Dynamics that the Pick up Artist have come up with.

But, there are some very distinct differences between The G and The Pick up Artists. This is not a diss in any way specifically to The Pick up Artists and the Pick up Artist community in general. I personally have met many prominent Pick up Artists and they always seemed like cool cats. But, I wanted to make the difference between G’s and Pick up Artists as clear as an un-muddied lake, as clear as an Azure sky in deepest summer.

So let’s get things nice and sparkling clear:

Style (and I don’t mean the guy who wrote “The Game” either.)

Pick up Artists: Ridiculous Fuzzy top hats, suspect designer jeans, Christian Audigier Shirts, Smet (or whatever is the “party shirt” de jour). Store bought trendy crap. Contrived “rebel” look purchased from corporations using sweat shop, third world, child labor. Wristbands and other wack jewelry. The Mall.

The G: Expensive, Sinister, Hand tailored Custom English or Italian tailored suits. Saville Row. Milan. Naples. Rome. Etro. Gucci loafers. Jermyn Street for custom shoes. Dunhill Lighters. Ozwald Boateng. Brioni. The Height of G Fashion. G’s dress like how men are supposed to dress. My Grandfather always told me; “Style and Taste are for men. Trends and Fashion are for the ladies.” G’s stick with Style and Taste.

Game

Pick up Artists: Solid foundational stuff but much too unnatural and studied. Canned routines. Demonstrations of higher value. Negs. Approaches “sets” and picks up on girls. Local.

The G: Natural. Unscripted. Smooth as silk. Girls pick up on G’s because they feel the higher value. International.

Target Girls

Pick up Artists: Ex-sorority middle America. Status Quo. Girls who look ok now, but have bad genetics. Girls Gone Wild.

The G: Model Girls. Extremely wealthy high-society girls. Daughters of CEO’s of The Fortune 500. International girls. Exotic Dancers. Sophistos. Daughters of Crime Bosses. Nightlife Princesses. Playboy Playmates (just to balance it out).

Background

Pick up Artists: Never successful with girls prior to studying The Game. Suburbia. Places you have never heard of or places you would never go in your right mind.

The G: Has Swooped girls from the cradle. Urban environments, stunning beaches with water the color of Curacao liqueur, worlds best cities, and places you want to spend the rest of your life in.

(Click here for Tafari’s Guest Manifesto: Pick Up Artists vs. The G)

Party pics

Pick up Artists: Can’t get enough of getting in nightclub “Party Pics” that are put on crappy websites.

The G: Avoids all cameras. (Unless its pictures with Liberal Politicians, Civil Rights Leaders, or Muhammad Ali. And you have all copies.)

Soundtrack to life

Pick up Artists: Not sure. Crappy Pop? Emo? (whatever that is.) Goggly Gogol? Johnny Zhivago? The Heaven Seventeen?

The G: Curtis Mayfield. Issac Hayes. Mid-nineties “Golden Age” NYC Hip-Hop. Jazz. Soul. Blues. Frank. The glorious 9th by Ludwig Van. Angel trumpets and Devil trombones.

Drinking

Pick up Artists: Preach a no drinking policy when picking up on girls. But I am sure gets plenty of Bottle Service.

The G: Top shelf booze. Clean Vodkas with soda and a lime. Big Reds. Spicy Zins. Absinthe. (Cuidado with the Absinthe). Cold Sake. Moloko-Plus. Vellocet or Synthemesc or Drencrom. Whatever is the national drink of whatever country you are currently peeling girls in.

Heros

Pick up Artists: Mystery, Neil Strauss, Mehow, etc.

The G: Our Mothers. Our Fathers. Our Godfathers. Our Grandparents. Revolutionaries. Bugsy Siegel.

Occupation

Pick up Artists: Who knows? Accountants? Office workers? Regular guy jobs?

The G: Heistmen. Standover men. Clockers. Leveraged Buyouts. High Finance. “Gray Market” Commerce. Developing. Import-Exports. International Business. Submarine brokering (serious, I know this Russian cat on the Sub-flipping tip. Tells me is pretty lucrative too.) Impeccable Hustles. Mansized Crasts for the big, big, big money.

Smoking

Pick up Artists: Non-smokers.

The G: Chain smokers. First rate cigars. Chronic sometimes. G-13. Lebanese Blond.

Slang

Pick up Artists: Acronyms. “Stacking”. “Peacocking”, IOI’s “Sargeing” Etc.

The G: Language colored by many travels. Argot of the street. Lexicon of the true Game.

“Wings”

Pick up Artists: Loves to roll with a “wingman”.

The G: “Wingman” not in the G’s vocabulary. Too “Top Gun” (gayest movie of all time). Goes for Dolo. Or with a G Manifesto Certified Running Partner.

Drugs

Pick up Artists: Probably against.

The G: Never uses drugs to inebriate girls, and considers doing so, a horrible crime. Takes drugs himself, if the situation absolutely calls for it.

Street Cred

Pick up Artists: None.

The G: Thorough in every Borough, and double all across the Bubble.

CASH

Pick up Artists: Swears on never buying girls drinks, paying for dinners or spending money on girls.

The G: Has class and has connections to the old-school, so in the right moments buys deserving girls drinks. Is CASH rich, so paying for a dinner doesn’t hurt Bankroll. Loves haute cuisine and realizes it doesn’t hurt to have a beautiful girl next to you while wacking down some Jamon Iberico, cold Albariño and imported cheeses. Understands that having a beautiful girl in tow will only get The G better service, comped meals and more props next time he rolls to the spot.

Which brings us to the main difference between the philosophy of the Pick up Artists and The G Manifesto:

Pick up Artist Theory helps you pick up girls, The G Manifesto is The Guide to Getting More out of Life.

A higher level of The Game, if you will.

Sure, swooping girls is 99% of life, but I want the freshest, most marbled cuts of Toro too.

Winner and still Undisputed Champion…The G Manifesto, by Second Round KO (only because we carried them a round).

The Rest is Up to You…..

Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA The Seventh Letter
The Guide to Getting More out of Life
http://www.thegmanifesto.com

Canibus – Second Round KO

Curtis Mayfield – Superfly Live

Curtis Mayfield – Pusherman

Pick Up Artists vs. The G

(follow up to G Manifesto Outlook for 2008)

I bomb atomically, Socrates’ philosophies
And hypothesis can’t define how i be droppin these
Mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me
– Inspectah Deck

It seems like there’s a hundred “Pick Up Artists” and “Dating Gurus” and out there nowadays, one of the trends predicted in G Manifesto Outlook for 2008, “The Pick up Artist phenomenon will only grow stronger in 2008. It is like this decade’s version of “Revenge of the Nerds”. Personally, I love it. More power to them. (Keep in mind there is a distinct difference between The G’s and The Pickup Artists.)

In this Guest Manifesto, let’s do a quick comparison of some the key differences between Pick Up Artistry (faux du jour) and The G.

“R.E.A.L. Game” is a double acronym conceived by the Pick Up Artist Carlos Xuma, “to help guys get MASSIVE success with women. No dumb pickup lines or fake techniques.”

Let’s see what The Pick Up Artists says about REAL Game…

Xuma’s REAL stands for:

R = Relaxed & Resourceful – you have to be cool, calm, and collected…
E = Effective & Energized – you have to find your power and what works for you…
A = Authentic & Alpha – It has to come from YOU, your genuine personality and character…
L = Lifestyle & Lasting – This has to be a way of life for you – success in everything, not just women …

To be fair, decent points all in all; kinda like Foundation Game/Self-Help 101. But definitely lacking the kind of sizzle that is going to get girls clinging to you like “’wow’ and ‘ow’ to now show ya how to bow to scoop-a, in the train goopa”, the moment you post up at the spot, suited down and chromed toasters hot.

How about The G’s acronym for R.E.A.L.? Glad you asked.

G Manifesto REAL stands for:

R = Rooftop Bar Game; Rolling with Models, Fly Suicide Girls or High Society Girls; Rolling thick bankrolls; Rolling Dutch (one-handed); Rolling on 20’s; Rolling over the competition (on my 20’s, while single handedly rolling Dutch in a car full of Fly Girls…)

E = Pockets full of it;

A = Anti-Establishment; Artemesia Absinthium; Art of Enhancing BankRoll; Advanced move for Picking up Exotic Dancers; Art of the Grease; Alcohol; Amphetamines; 1st Amendment;

L = Lethal; Lifted; Legit.

Now that’s REAL Game, G Manifesto style…

~ Tafari

AKA Game on the R-E-A-L

“Battle me, mathematically, I’m givin your wisdom a cavity
Rapidly flowin, controllin the time
Flip over the line, I’m blowin your mind wit just a flow and a rhyme”
-Big Pun

And in case you missed this G Manifesto classic, read up: The Six Elements of Picking Up Girls

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D.I.T.C / DJ PREMIER – WHERE YA AT!

How to Make Money in a Down Economy (continued)?

We have already covered The Top Ten ways to Make Money in a Down Economy. Here is another way:

Exotic Dancer Garage Sale

If you are anything like me, and swoop Exotic Dancers every week, you will have mad stuff at your crib that Exotic Dancers have left behind. Things like watches, rings, earrings, Diamonds, Emeralds, Ruby, Sapphires, glasses, drugs, shoes, dresses, costumes etc. (And I don’t mean the Exotic Dancers named Diamond, Emerald, Ruby and Sapphire from the Spearmint Rhino in Las Vegas, real names, Cindy, Mindy, Ruby and Jenny, either.)

Hell even if you have applied 10% of the crap I have written in this blog, you will have black plastic bags full of stuff that Exotics have left behind.

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If you need a review, read these:

Manifesto Destiny: The Gentleman’s Club

Manifesto Destiny II: Innovative Gentleman’s Club Concepts

The Gentleman’s Club Theorem AKA The Local Bar Theorem

Advanced move for Picking up Exotic Dancers

Top Ten Strip Club Mistakes

So anyways, if you need some scratch in a Down Economy, sell the stuff. Sell it to other Exotics at a discount, hell, its 100% profit.

Can’t beat that these days, even in the Bean Game.

Mad Innovative.

Side note:

Civilian Girls leave tons of Jewels behind too.

The Rest is Up to You…..

Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA The Seventh Letter
The Guide to Getting More out of Life
http://www.thegmanifesto.com

Solange Knowles-Sandcastle Disco

Gentleman’s Club Classics?

Click Here to Buy The Game: Penetrating the Secret Society of Pickup Artists by Neil Strauss

Click Here to Buy How to Pick Up Strippers by Gary Brodsky

I don’t think either of these tracks are “Gentleman’s Club Classics” per se, (and I don’t mean Tom Keller’s Per Se either) but I have been peeling Exotic Dancers to these tracks lately.

Nelly ft. Ashanti & Akon – Body on Me

Yung Berg – The Business ft Casha

Click Here to Buy The Game: Penetrating the Secret Society of Pickup Artists by Neil Strauss

Click Here to Buy How to Pick Up Strippers by Gary Brodsky

The Rest is Up to You…

Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
The Guide to Getting More out of Life
http://www.thegmanifesto.com

Grad on Voicemail Gangsters

Grad is a contributer to the G Manifesto on Side Hustles: The Art of Enhancing BankRoll, Why we do what we do? and Why It Pays to Be A First Mover.

Here is his take on Death Threats and Voice Mail Gangsters:

Michael,

How are you? I hope the summer is producing many knock-outs…
Unfortunately, Ive been on the grind and haven’t much time to tour the scenes. I just read your recent post regarding Voice Mail Gangsters and Text Message Bullies.
I must say your break down is extremely on point so with that I say, Kudos to you.

However you left out some key points, one of which is my personal favorite…
The “I know where you live” line that some brokester raps to me…
I always chuckle when I hear that one since more often than not,
I don’t know where I’m going to be next week… So unless they have some sixth sense they purchased at Pacific Sunwear, it holds no weight.
Its also comical because by the time they take the greyhound or cash in their credit card miles to find me, I’m gone.

The other consideration is that these guys are chumps. Instead of getting angry at the real culprit (their girlfriend), they get mad at us and leave bottomless threats. If they actually sat down to think about it, they’d realize, it’s the girls fault, not ours. Perhaps they were doing something wrong and left the girl with no choice but to cheat. But then again, maybe its their fault too.

There is one recent story that comes to mind regarding these faux gangsters…

I was entertaining some guests in town at the Hudson Hotel. While sitting at our table, suited down in a Kiton, three button grey chalk stripe bespoke number with a lavender Brioni shirt blown open, I was approached by two spikey haired dudes with barb wire tattoos. I had noticed these guys online outside when I walked in but now they seemed obviously more drunk. I suppose to they needed to fill up on liquid courage to approach me.

But that’s neither Peter Lugar or Sturm, Ruger.

Anyway, the more brazen of the two, said, “yo bro, were you hitting on my girl last week?” Of course, I looked puzzled and embarrassed, One because I try to avoid Papa Roach and his compadres and Two because I sincerely didn’t know who he was talking about. Smoothly and politely, I replied “I don’t know, which one is she?” and that’s when he got a bit enraged. This was obviously more embarrassing for me because he’s just going to make a scene. If I was in real trouble, I probably would not have seen them coming.

As Brokester 1 was talking I could feel one of my guests stand and I quickly around turned to quell the situation. As I turned back around to see Brokester 2 chime in, I interrupted him with a simple question… “Why is it my fault if your girlfriend plays you? She played you, not me… I’ve never been played before but if so, I highly doubt I’d approach you to talk about it” The question clearly struck him off guard as I could see thoughts of mediocrity inundate and paralyzed him. Images of overdrafted bank statements, cute face but overweight girls, sale items at Hollister and trophy chests with only JV letters ricocheted off his mind’s eye and piled together in one big sub-par lump. At that point he had no choice but to walk away, ashamed. While walking away, his friend turned around to say “youre lucky” but I smirked, luck has nothing to do with this equation.

To Health & Wealth

~ Grad

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