Stuart Smiley was Full of Shit

February 4, 2004 by  
Filed under Analysis

**Reposted from the first Lair, original date: 12/22/03

I want to talk about something that has been a part of the seduction community since Ross Jeffries recorded two little cassette tapes in someone’s garage back in ’97. Its something that is an evil, dirty, foul little beast which in my opinion has no business being ANYWHERE near the people who are actually trying to get good at this stuff. So what am I speaking of? Simple. I am speaking of:


The reason I speak of this is because there is a topic on mASF that caught my eye. Here it is:

Topic: Affirmations (1 of 8), Read 343 times
Conf: >> General
From: 7
Date: Sunday, December 21, 2003 08:35 AM

I have a few questions about affirmations.

Do you use them and do they work for you?

When do you say them and for how long?

I have noticed that they stop working if I stop using them so do I have to keep doing them constantly or will the changes ever become permanent?

Someone suggested recording the affirmations to cd or cassette. Anyone noticed if listening to them has the same effect as saying them?

Would subliminal recordings be more effective? Anyone here know how to make subliminals?

Here is something for you to test. Last night I tried a new affirmation and I got approached twice. That rarely ever happens so it must have been the affirmation.

Here is the affirmation:

“All women get horny when they see me”

You can find the whole thread at:,8

But the reason I bring this up is because I believe that AFFIRMATIONS DO NOT WORK!!!!!

Period. End of story.

The days of Stuart Smiley looking into the mirror chanting “I’m good enough, I’m smart enough, and dog gonnit, people like me!” are over. In fact, I’d argue they were never really here to begin with.

Affirmations are for insecure people who desperately want any way to validate themselves, to the point where they will start trying to brainwash themselves into believing their insecurities do not exist. This is bullshit. There is no way to get past such insecurities unless you face them honestly and work to find their root cause. Not until you do that will these insecurities go away.

How do I know this? Because I’ve been there. I’ve done the affirmations, and I can tell you beyond a shadow of a doubt THEY DO NOT WORK.

I can remember back when I was a full fledged member of the Speed-Seduction cult when I was in college, I went ahead and bought the “Unstoppable Confidence” tapes, mainly due to the recommendation of Bishop (who ended up being a con man, go figure). I’d listen to those suckers every day. In the morning when I got up, on my walks to class, and even at night as I was falling asleep. I’d do the visualizations exactly as I was told.

Did it work? Well, no, not really. It didn’t make me feel any different. I was still insecure and scared, and no more confident than I was before. But I so WANTED them to work, that I convinced myself that they WERE working. So I’d go out and act all confident and full of power with my 50-foot tall self ready to crush anything that steped inside my circle of power that was created with my imaginary Green Lantern ring.

The thing is, it was all an illusion. Its okay to “fake it before you make it” in certain respects. But not when it comes to confidence. The thing about confidence is that no matter how well you fake it, something will happen to SHATTER that illusion for you, and it will affect all your actions because of that.

For instance, when I was doing the “Unstoppable Confidence” tapes in college, I’d start walking up to girls and sarging them, running the IC pattern, Blow-Job, Discovery Channel, etc. Most of the time it would go well, but occasionally I’d get a girl who’d say “Why are you talking to me?” “Who are you?” “Go away!” or some combination of the three. At that point, my “confidence” would be SHATTERED. I’d feel like a tool, a fake, a phoney. It ended up hurting me more than helping me BECAUSE I tried to cover up the real problem instead of facing it.

So to the guys out there wanting to do affirmations, I say DON’T DO IT! They may be a short-term fix for some, but long term they do not work! I would recommend that you take an honest look at yourself and try to determine what it is that makes you feel unconfidant, sad, unhappy, scared, whatever. Take a good hard look and figure out what’s causing it, and then FACE THAT. Do not hide from it.

The goal of all Pick-Up Artists or Seducers should be to become a single, congruent entity, and you cannot do that if you’re sweeping your problems under the rug. You gotta face them. Period.

/end rant


Fuck Bin Ladin

February 4, 2004 by  
Filed under Rants & Reviews

**Reposted from the first Lair, original date: 12/20/03

Fuck Bin Ladin.  Fuck him up his stupid ass.

He is the reason why my day was so terrible.  I swear to God.

So I head off to the airport two hours early to catch my flight to Washington DC which departs at 1:10 pm for two weeks of family torture — er, I mean, FUN!  I figure two hours would be plenty of time for me to check in and get a bite to eat before the five hour trek across the country at 20,000 feet.  And I was right, two hours was enough time… BARELY!

I got to LAX and the place was fuckin’ PACKED!  I’m talking filled to the brim with people here.  Imagine what it would be like if John and George were resurrected and the Beatles were throwing a reunion concert, and you’ll get an idea of how crowded this fucking place was.

So I muddle through the sea of people and get to the United terminal to check in.  They’ve got something like 50 terminals open, and all of them are backed up.  The thing is, they’ve substituted the old fashioned check-in for the new automated “self check-in” process so they could speed up the time it takes to get people to the terminal.  Now, I’ve used the self check-in before, and its quite painless.  But you’d think they were asking most people to perform triple by-pass surgery on the Pope to get them to use these things.

So I wait in line to check in, and this old guy in front of me is getting all flustered at the terminal because it seems he is unable to grasp the technology of “sliding your credit card.”  He has to hail down a United rep to walk him through a process designed for kindergartners.  Then, a bunch of acne-ridden teenie boppers start cutting in line and pissing people off.  On top of that, you got a couple yahoos checking in baggage and blocking the terminals, which just backs the line up even further and pisses more people off.

So I get checked in, and they send me to this security checkpoint to drop off my bag so it can be searched before it gets on the plane.  I’m standing in this line for 40 MINUTES!  Not only that, but I’m sandwitched between the annoying teenie boppers and a guy with three of the skankiest girls I’ve ever seen in my life hanging off him (I wanted to introduce them to the word “shower,” but I felt I might be overstepping my bounds).  Therefore, I continue to wait, watching the OTHER security checkpoint line move through at warp speed as I’m stuck grinding my teeth to the nub.  Then I get up to the head of the line.  A guard comes up to me and looks at my bag.  “Is that it?” he asks.  “Yep.” I reply.  “Move along,” he says.  So I’m off to the next checkpoint.  Mind you, this took TWO SECONDS.  I began to wonder how many bombs the people in front of me were carrying for our line to take 40 FUCKING MINUTES to get through.

So I’m waved to the next security checkpoint and wait in another line.  Only this isn’t the line for the next security checkpoint.  Its the line to GET to the line for the next security checkpoint.  I pass that and go to the REAL line which is where they x-ray your bags and you go through a metal detector.  I’m stuck in this thing and amuse myself by looking at any HB I can find to pass the time (I didn’t see many, and the ones I did were too far away to sarge).  So I finally get to the X-Ray and pass the metal detector, making my way into the terminal.

By this point, I have a half hour before my flight leaves.  I’m hungry as hell because I didn’t have time to eat that morning, so I wanted to go to Wolfgang Puck’s to have a nice meal before I’m subjected to what passes for airline food these days, only there is no time, so I opt for McDonalds.  Of course, this ends up being bizzaro McDonalds because its neither cheap NOR fast.  I end up waiting 15 minutes for a Big Mac that cost me $10.

So I head to my gate with the most expensive Big Mac on the planet and start scarfing my food down.  I strike up a conversation with a guy next to me as I do so.  He’s wearing full army dessert fatigues, so I ask him where he’s headed.  He says he’s on his way to Iraq.  It turns out this dude has been on 2 weeks leave and was in the war from the beginning.  He was there when the troops invaded from Kuait, he was there when they took Bagdad, and he was there when they fought ambushes at Tekrit.  Suddenly, this guy who can’t be a year or two older than me is telling me more war stories than my grandfather, and I can’t help but be in awe and scared at the same time.

Now, I’ll be the first to admit I’m a lover, not a fighter.  I don’t want to fight anybody and I certainly never want to have to take another human life.  But I look at guys like the dude I was talking to at the gate, and I am so proud to live in a country where there are men who are brave enough to step up to the plate and fight with the very real possibility of dying to protect pussies like me.  I’ve got friends over in Iraq, and I’m afraid they may not come back.  I have friends who are going to be GOING to Iraq, and I’m afraid for them as well.  But I am so thankful this country has guys like them, because its their sacrifice that allows me to go out and try and pick-up chicks every night.  So I look at this army guy who looks to be around my age but carries the weight of his experience around with him like he were 100 years old, and I ask myself what kind of a world we live in when guys my age are war veterans, it takes 2 hours to get through and airport, and Big Macs cost $10?

All I can say is that I blame it on Bin Ladin.

If what they say is true and there is a paradise with 70 virgins waiting for the next guy to blow up his shoe to arrive, I hope to one day do my part and use my skills to sarge every last one of those chicks, so Habeeb McBoom-Boom gets nothing but sloppy seconds when he shows up.  And if there really is an Allah, he’ll give all the girls genital warts.  And if he’s a REALLY just God, he’ll make them slightly overweight and brain damaged to boot.  That way, the next camel-fucker who pulls a bomb out of his ass can really get what’s coming to him.

/end rant