I haven’t been updating The G Manifesto too much lately as I arrived in a new city and have been in “Pipe-Building Mode”. Real successful.
And now, I am just enjoying the fruits of my labor. Girls are exiting out the back door of my building and right after, girls are entering the front door. Pretty sick. Girls flights leaving at 11am and lunch swoops with a different girl at 2pm type sh*t.
I have even had fly Sioux and Pawnee girls creep me in their teepee.
And pushing out all the weesh guys in my way with their “Econo-Spray” game.
Too much circulation makes the price go down: The more you are seen and heard from, the more common you appear. If you are already established in a group, temporary withdrawal from it will make you more talked about, even more admired. You must learn when to leave. Create value through scarcity. – Robert Greene, The 48 Laws of Power
Every now and then, I pull a little “Vanishing Act”, so to speak.
“Well, I’m Mike G, and I’m back from the dead, Chilling at the beach, down at Club Med” – Mike D
I actually had to pull a Vanishing Act this summer, as I was out raging almost every night and swooping fly girls in Montreal.
Side Note I: Montreal Data Sheets coming. Real detailed ones too, not like those wack ones other weesh cats out there put out. Let’s face it, outside of The G Manifesto, the Internet is basically just a bunch of vague bullsh*t where people don’t break sh*t down.
A “Vanishing Act” is a good move every now and then. People will constantly talk about you which in turn, increases your influence. It also casts a shadow of mystery over you; which is paramount while living The International Playboy lifestyle.
The funny thing is I also pulled a “Vanishing Act” on the Internet as well. I just did some checking and all the “Manosphere Bloggers”* couldn’t seem to shut up about me while I was gone.
That’s because I am the Truest, name one Internet writer that I haven’t influenced?
A lot of talk about me, laugh behind my back, but in my face, a bunch of well wishers, friendly acting, envy hiding snakes.
And the pigs on the street treat cats like me like Frank Nitti or Machine Gun Kelly.
“All these rumors, spreading like tumors, Gossip and lies, Exaggerated reports of my demise, And if you believed ’em, Well then you got gassed, The media deceived em’, Just like in the past” – Everlast
But that is ok, I’m going continue to kick the sh*t you need to learn though, and start spitting that stuff that makes your soul burn slow.
Side Note II: * I have always hated the term “Manosphere”, and it is not my language to use that term. To me, it sounds like some kind of Gay Nightclub in Amsterdam, or something. But that is neither here nor there.
The Vanishing Act also gives you some time to take care of some “family business” and stack some paper.
Which just so happens to be exactly what I did while getting ready for my attack moves this winter in some warmer climes.
The Vanishing Act: look into it.
As you know, I know nothing in life but to be legit, but don’t quote me boy, because as usual, I am not saying sh*t.
“The secret of success is making your vocation your vacation.” – Mark Twain
One thing I have learned in life is that success is The Ultimate Revenge on your rivals. That also includes anyone that has ever doubted you, held you back, or tried to slow you down.
I would like to say I don’t feel pleasure when my rivals feel pain, but I do. And it is pure torture for them when I travel the world, swoop fly girls and do it while smoking cigarettes and wearing Custom Suits when they have to sit in their cars in hellish commutes or trap themselves in excruciating relationships with weesh girls.
“Success” however must be defined differently for everyone.
Personally, I don’t play the Game of “who ever has the most money wins”. That is a losing Game to play.
Money only gets you so far. I would rather have time and freedom at the cost of a little money.
In fact, I don’t know too many out there that make as much scratch as I do and works as little as I do. It’s a good niche that International Playboys have, and they mostly fall into two camps:
1) Cats who travel tons but stay in hostels and have no cake or
Gentleman of Leisure: The Sharply Dressed Mysterious International Playboy
Here is the thing that escapes most about the whole International Playboy Lifestyle:
Every fly girl on Earth and I mean every fly girl on Earth will swoop on the Sharply Dressed, Mysterious, Dashing, Gentleman of Leisure at least once in her life.
It doesn’t matter if she only dates rockstars. She will swoop at least one International Playboy in her life.
It doesn’t matter if she only dates actors. She will swoop at least one International Playboy in her life.
It doesn’t matter if she only dates pro athletes. She will swoop at least one International Playboy in her life.
It doesn’t matter if she only dates suspect male models. She will swoop at least one International Playboy in her life.
It doesn’t matter if she only dates wimpsters. She will swoop at least one International Playboy in her life.
It doesn’t matter if she only dates douchebags. She will swoop at least one International Playboy in her life.
It doesn’t matter if she only dates biz cats. She will swoop at least one International Playboy in her life.
This is one of the huge advantages of The International Playboy lifestyle: its universal and timeless.
It constantly amazes me how more people aren’t on to this thing. It really is the best gig going.
That all being said, every fly girl on Earth is there for the taking.
“That fake Al Capone sh*t we don’t condone. I am about to turn this whole Game into a funeral home”. – Keith Murray
We already know that America is on a heavy downslide.
It always amazes me when I get back to The States from my travels around the world is how many guys in America are walking little dogs.
It’s pathetic, from a Style standpoint, and annoying because, I am trying to get my roadwork in and get to my Boxing Gym. The little dogs are never trained and clog up the sidewalk.
If you think about it (which I try not to), it is either guys actually wanting little dogs as pets, or guys walking the little dogs of their girlfriends as a slave favor.
Both options are despicable.
Keep in mind, I don’t really condone the phoney goateed, sleeve tatted steez cat, thinking he is causing a crime wave with his pitbull either.
But honestly, I feel less nauseous after drinking 20 Goose and sodas and eating 3 quesadillas with extra guac than I do after seeing a guy walking a little dog.
Someone has to put a stop to this.
I am kind of surprised that The Chinese or The Russians don’t just make a move on US now while we are at our weakest.
