Gammas Got No Game

Gammas never can seem to grasp how humans work

This is a bit insider baseball, but there is a relevant SSH-related object lesson to be observed, so it might be worth paying attention even if you couldn’t possibly care less about any of it. Now, there are three characters in this little non-drama.

• Ron Unz: Founder of the Unz Review. Serious guy, minor media and political player on the national scene, fairly mainstream in his perspective, but increasingly conspiracy-adjacent over the years.

• Miles Mathis: Portrait artist. Interesting guy, prolific producer of various conspiracy theories concerning everything from fake history, fake events, fake deaths, and fake geneologies. Self-appointed polymath and genius in his own mind. Possible front for an intelligence committee.

• Vox Day: Humble consumer activist and publisher of outrageously beautiful books. Original Sigma and Supreme Dark Lord, but increasingly of the kinder, gentler variety. Described as a “modern lesser genius” by the world’s smartest man and “rises all the way to pure evil” in the view of the senior editor at Tor Books.

Now, some of you may recall that a while ago, I pointed out Mr. Mathis happens to be a Gamma male. That was not an insult, that was just an observation of the completely freaking obvious variety. Indeed, given the fact that “loremaster” is an occupation to which Gammas gravitate, it’s not even remotely surprising that the Internet’s foremost producer of conspiracy theories would happen to exhibit that particular pattern of behavior. Note, by the way, that I was explicitly agreeing with his conclusion about Nietzsche being a complete fraud.

So, as Ron Unz has been gradually dipping a toe or two into the hot waters of conspiracy theory, or, as I prefer to call it, what little we know of the real world, he naturally ended up stumbling across Miles Mathis’s site. And while Ron is open to the possibility of the Worst Thing That Ever Happened To Anybody perhaps being a bit exaggerated, and is becoming increasingly skeptical about the various Official Narratives being pushed by the mainstream media, the concept of pi being equal to 4, Hitler being a secret Jew, and every dead celebrity being a gay Anglo-Jewish aristocrat who faked their own death was a little more than he could accept, at least, a priori.

And, like me, Mr. Unz is dubious that the massive oeuvre of Mr. Mathis’s writings were produced by a single man, writing and researching everything on his own.

Now, how do you think a Gamma would respond to Mr. Unz’s criticism? Better yet, how do you think the various SSH profiles would respond?

• ALPHA: Who the fuck is Ron Unz and who gives a flying fuck what some pencil-nick on the Internet says? (beats chest, hits on a pretty assistant)

• BRAVO: How do you think we should respond to this Ron Unz guy, sir?

• DELTA: Here is the complete dossier I’ve compiled on Ron Unz. What do you have next for me?

• GAMMA: (writes angry Wall of Text)

• OMEGA: Senpai noticed me! (writes heartfelt thank-you note)

• SIGMA: I am dangerous, Ice-Man! (searches hit piece for amusing blurb to put on cover of next book.)

You don’t have to guess what Mr. Mathis’s response might be, because you can read his EIGHT THIRTEEN-PAGE RESPONSE, written within hours of Unz’s original piece, for yourself. As I observed: Nothing, in the entire history of the concepts of fate and destiny, has ever been more inevitable than the absolute certainty that Miles Mathis would respond to Ron Unz’s article about him. I have literally never, ever, had more faith in an future event taking place in my entire life.

My faith, of course, was based on my arrogant assumption that my read on Mr. Mathis’s SSH profile was accurate. Which, of course, it was. The predictive model wins again. But wait, there’s more! Miles added an addendum, as he felt that I had piled on somehow despite the absence of any criticism. As I have repeatedly said, whether he is a committee or a maniac, I like reading Miles, seldom miss reading a paper even when I’m not interested in the subject, and generally regard him as being more reliable than either The New York Times or The Washington Post.

Voxday has now piled on as well, though his only addition is to call me a gamma male. That's Vox, just so you know. He might look a bit more alpha if his head came up over the top of the chair. Are you sitting on a cushion, Vox? So that's what we're dealing with here, as usual. It's why these guys generally like to hide behind monikers.

I’m not quite sure what posing for a picture with his mother is supposed to prove, but for one thing, I’m not an Alpha. Indeed, I had to come up with the concept of the Sigma just to articulate how and why a) I am not an Alpha and b) should not be relied upon to behave like an Alpha despite having a high socio-sexual status that was often confused for being an Alpha.

And for another - this is the important thing I mentioned previously - it’s fascinating to see how Gammas always, Always, ALWAYS get things backwards. They love to choose unflattering pictures or cast aspersions at a man’s appearance, height, or weight in order to lower the public perception of his status, even though their efforts are inevitably futile. What they always fail to realize is that the less impressive a high-status man might initially appear to the casual observer, the greater his game and the greater his social gifts must necessarily be in order to compensate for those shortcomings.

What part of “Supreme Dark Lord” does he find so confusing anyways?

On a not-unrelated note, this comment from yesterday’s post might prove useful for some of the younger male readers.

"Once you know who you are, stay in your lane. That’s the path to happiness and love." - Vox Day

Read this, read it again and then live by it.

I wasted a decade of my youth fruitlessly chasing Heathers because I didn’t understand what young women valued. I had a good resume, I was reliable, dependable, hardworking, loyal, relatively smart, etc. These are all traits highly valued within a male hierarchy and certainly likely to be popular with a Heather’s parents, but not so much with Heather. You see boys, I didn’t have the genetics. I’m just an average guy and young average guys - and gals - have to take advantage of opportunities when they come because opportunities aren’t as abundant as you think.

When you know who and what you are, it doesn’t bother you very much when others recognize it too. If you find yourself getting offended when others happen to notice obvious and undeniable truths about you, that’s a warning sign that you might be deceiving yourself about a few things.